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Lillybooboo
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I love to write poety. Not sure how good I am but its so cleansing to put thoughts and emotions on paper sometime. I would love to read others poems. Lets post some of our poems.  
jewelicious
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There once was a man from Nantucket...

Just joking.
Sounds like a good idea for a forum post, but maybe you should go first.  
joanietreb
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Hey, Jewel - that was going to be my poem  
sophidia
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Its a good idea, I love to see your poems
I wrote some poetry and short stories too
as a kind of cleansing therapy
but in dutch, because its my native language.
So when I put them here you won't understand when you don't read dutch.
Translation seems to take away some of the soul of the poems
I am not good enough in english to catch the same feeling,
rhythm and sound. But i will give it a try, with a piece of an oldie.
Its a challenge.

Gisteren is vannacht vervlogen
half wakker open ik mijn ogen
dan besef ik met een geeuw
Ik leef vandaag een halve eeuw

Tonight Yesterday has flown away
Halfly awake I open my eyes
Still Yawning I suddenly realise
I have been alive half a century today
 

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momaie
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This is cheating a little because it's not my poem but I was given this one when my eldest was born and I've passed it on to my niece and nephew who are now new parents; it's anonymous so I can't give the writer credit but it inspired me everytime I read it to slow down and enjoy my children.

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow...
For babies grow up we've learnt to our sorrow...
So quiet down cobwebs...
Dust go to sleep...
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep!

Anonymous  

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Lillybooboo
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I'm so glad your guys are going to let us see your poetry. Alot of mine are sorta long but I will put one of them. Mine are more about feelings than rhyme.
I've been writing different things down in a journal for years...itsn't it funny how you read something from many years ago and you can still sorta feel what you felt when you wrote it. My parents divorced after 33 years of marriage because my father met another woman. My step dad has been in my life now for 23 years and I am so blessed. My birth father could never measure up to my "Papa Frank". This was written over 20 years ago. lol

SECOND DAD

When I was born
and life was beginning
I had a brand new dad.
But things do change,
my father would leave,
I was left hurt and sad.

My mom pressed on,
took control of her future,
Met a new partner for life.
They had fallen in love,
they decided to marry.
Again, mom would be a wife.

I was so thrilled,.
She would one again smile.
Her broken heart would now mend.
But I was quiite selfish,
thinking of my own heart,
For I would have a dad again.

At first it felt odd.
Would he take dads place?
Would he love me or leave me too?
But many years past,
and time did tell.
He was loyal, with love that run true.

I love my second dad.
He is truely a blessing.
I pray we will never have to part.
For I know now he loves me.
I can see it in his face.
But he says his loves all in his heart.

I love you Papa Frank

 

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Master_Gamer1
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my poetry is normally dark, and i am a member of a poetry posting site, but I will post a short one for the sake of my enjoyment of writing poetry, just know before you read it it is depressing. Not how I am feeling right now but I have always wrote depressing poems so before I begin to ramble here it is


"Broken Love"

This heart of mine is shattered once more,

Millions of pieces now lay on the floor,

I close my eyes and fight back the tears,

Time has lost all meaning,

I lock myself behind this locked door,

The chains of heartache hang heavy on my soul,

Gone is the feeling of happiness and peace,

No more nights of sleeping next to you,

I lay my head in my hands and cry in the dark.




anyway that is all I could come with for now



 
nia2795
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Master_Gamer1 wrote:my poetry is normally dark, and i am a member of a poetry posting site, but I will post a short one for the sake of my enjoyment of writing poetry, just know before you read it it is depressing. Not how I am feeling right now but I have always wrote depressing poems so before I begin to ramble here it is
"Broken Love"
This heart of mine is shattered once more,
Millions of pieces now lay on the floor,
I close my eyes and fight back the tears,
Time has lost all meaning,
I lock myself behind this locked door,
The chains of heartache hang heavy on my soul,
Gone is the feeling of happiness and peace,
No more nights of sleeping next to you,
I lay my head in my hands and cry in the dark.



I Love this. . I love the line "I lock myself behind this locked door" It may mean a totally different thing to u but it's symbolic of how I felt after I stupidly let someone into my already bruised heart. Please share more..  

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Master_Gamer1
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nia2795 wrote:
Master_Gamer1 wrote:my poetry is normally dark, and i am a member of a poetry posting site, but I will post a short one for the sake of my enjoyment of writing poetry, just know before you read it it is depressing. Not how I am feeling right now but I have always wrote depressing poems so before I begin to ramble here it is
"Broken Love"
This heart of mine is shattered once more,
Millions of pieces now lay on the floor,
I close my eyes and fight back the tears,
Time has lost all meaning,
I lock myself behind this locked door,
The chains of heartache hang heavy on my soul,
Gone is the feeling of happiness and peace,
No more nights of sleeping next to you,
I lay my head in my hands and cry in the dark.

honestly didn't think any one would like it, thank you for commenting on it, I am a memeber of a poetry posting site for a few years. thanks for comment will post more

I Love this. . I love the line "I lock myself behind this locked door" It may mean a totally different thing to u but it's symbolic of how I felt after I stupidly let someone into my already bruised heart. Please share more..
 
Master_Gamer1
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another poem

Behind these baby blue eyes lays pain and torment,

I fight back the tears to keep my sanity

Pain fills my thoughts like a disease of this heart

Happiness seems liike just a dream through these hard days

I fall asleep with my mistakes hoping they will be washed clean

Open the doors to my soul and look deep within

I see the scars of my life and look away

It all seems like a nightmare that never ends

Will this storm ever end, this storm of pain

Hangs over me like a black cloud of my own disgust

I wander this land in search of my own life

I can only hope it finds me soon  
jamgrass
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Sharing a great Poem from WWII (found this in old letters of my Dad, served in Navy)

GOVERNMENT ISSUE

Sitting on my G.I. bed, my G.I. hat upon my head
My G.I. pants, my G.I. shoes
I wish they'd give us G.I. booze!
G.I. razors and G.I. combs, G.I. wish that I was home !

They issue everything you need, paper to write on, books to read
Your bed, your socks, your G.I. tie
It's all free, nothing to buy
They issue food that makes us grow, G.I. want a furlough !

You eat your food from G.I. plates, buy all you want at G.I. rates
It's G.I. this and G.I. that, it's G.I. work that breaks your back
everything here is Government Issue
G.I. wish that I could be with you !  
barbie0251
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My best friend wrote something, and maybe some of u will scoff at this. But I will write it anyway.

I used to have a place to go
down in the woods so deep.
Where all was still and quiet
and all the rabbits slept.
I used to think about things
that were on my mind that day.
And all the things that troubled me
when I was in dismay.
But now I cannot go there
For it is there no more.
They killed the trees that lived there,
the rabbits chased away.
And in there place are homes
where strangers stay.
And now I walk the foreign streets
With the wind against my hair.  
honk1
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barbie 0251 very beautiful. So true, so true, sadly.  
justhank
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this is a short one

The Way you Make Me Feel

how can i start to describe the way you make me feel?
i have to keep reminding myself that this is no dream,
i am not asleep, and yes you are so very real.
and every bit as wonderful as it does seem.

I see your name on my inbox and my spirits rise,
no matter what



not justhank
 
justhank
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ok here is one i wrote a few months ago.


I LOVE YOU

How can three words, each one syllable long,
hope to tell you of this feeling so strong?
I thought this verse was a better way,
But, I love you is all I’m trying to say.

Three little words, they are so small.
They say so much and thats not all.
Now i see how they show it too.
There is only LOVE between I and You.

Henry (uh huh!)


............................ not justhank

 
honk1
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Longing for love
But friendship arrived.
Longing for chuckles but belly laughs galore knocked on my door.
Wishing someone to hold me and kisses now long.
Wagging tail and sloppery slapping loves came my way.
A friend true, faithful and honest.
I now have it all.

 
SandChan
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In The Beginning
In the beginning I was not, but He brought me to be
what I was to what I am; it is He who has brought me;
and from what I am to what I will be, He brings me.
From the beginning to the end, it is He who brings me;
even to the beginning of eternity.  
justhank
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Jamgrass,
that is an excellent piece of writing. even if you didn't write it.... thanks for sharing it.

honk1 and sandchan .......... great stuff too! actually i think alot of these entries are very good. i hope this continues.  

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emcall
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Note of caution to all you poets. Always have more than one copy of your work, and keep them in separate places. While I was in the hospital, my husband's family came into our house and moved EVERYTHING to paint and fix the interior. They had been told I was going to die, and they thought he should sell the house. Anyway........ years of my writings were in one binder, and can not be found. I have looked everywhere. I am devastated. There was some good stuff in there, even if I do say so myself. lol So, be careful. Don't end up like me. Always have more than one copy, and keep it somewhere else. I sure wish I had!!!!
Sign me out....Still looking and hoping....Em  
emcall
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I'm so happy----my hubby found my poetry journal tonight. So, here's one I wrote in 1991.

LUNAR CLOWN
by emcall

Happy go lucky
This fine afternoon-
You go a dancin'
Above the moon.

You start to giggle
The stars twinkle back-
The Man In The Moon
Says he loves this new act.

Laughin' and Singin'
And bein' a clown-
You are the hit of
This big lunar town.

The jokes you are usin'
Are crisp and brand new-
Guess it's because of
This fantastic view!

Onward and upward
New smiles to create-
Uh-Oh! My Goodness!
Your spaceship is late!

Quick, call your agent-
In panic, because-
YOU'RE LATE FOR YOUR GIG
AT THAT LOUNGE UP ON MARS!





 
justhank
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emcall,........great stuff!

glad you're still with us,
i mean...you're alive.
so how about some mo
of your poetery jive?

 
Sysyphus
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"Innocence"

A demon named Knowledge is killing mankind,
Leaving us all dizzy, deaf, dumb, and blind.
Devolving us further like blades in the breeze
With points like speartips, stabbing in time

And as we bleed darker, nourishing the Earth,
And finally finding the means of our worth,
Hands outstretching to the center of the Sun
Waiting, longing, embracing rebirth

Organizing chaos, in a sense
Looking to the red now covering our hands
Innocence, in a sense
Burried belongings, knee-deep in sand

A tear now forming in the corner of my eye
As I turn my sight to that feiry orb,
Spots forming as I feel the hues singe and
With a smile, my vision, a now melting accord

The chords of a dream sung sweetly in strife
And finding me lost in the tombs of real life,
The ominous melody guides my guilt.
Sending it pompously into a knife

Digging in my skull in hopes of finding
Sense, in a sense, innocence.
My brain on the table, mutilated grindings,
Searching for sense, innocence"

That was something I wrote like 2 years ago, but I don't really take my writing that seriously so it sat in a notebook forever (I'm a musician you see, haha). But upon discovering it recently I decided I really liked it and came up with a few new stanzas, the problem is, I don't know where to insert them or what to replace. Heh, help would be appreciated basically. The 3 new stanzas are:

Our dreams are like bubbles, fragile and out of reach
And with delusions of granduer we set out to teach
With hands over ears yet assuming they hear.
Apathy draining our color as bleach.

So numb we all sit, stone statues in the rain
Annoying, eroding, drowning our sane
As it forms deep cracks on the tops of our heads.
Elements of nature become collar and chain.

So what's there to do but stare at the Sun
And let the spots cover what used to fun?
Watching it melt before our eyes,
Will we remember the daisy-chains and fantasies spun?  

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Sysyphus
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Oh my! I've just realized how much darker my poem is than everybody elses. Quite sorry for that  

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Sysyphus
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sophidia wrote:Its a good idea, I love to see your poems
I wrote some poetry and short stories too
as a kind of cleansing therapy
but in dutch, because its my native language.
So when I put them here you won't understand when you don't read dutch.
Translation seems to take away some of the soul of the poems
I am not good enough in english to catch the same feeling,
rhythm and sound. But i will give it a try, with a piece of an oldie.
Its a challenge.

Gisteren is vannacht vervlogen
half wakker open ik mijn ogen
dan besef ik met een geeuw
Ik leef vandaag een halve eeuw

Tonight Yesterday has flown away
Halfly awake I open my eyes
Still Yawning I suddenly realise
I have been alive half a century today
That was really really cool man. The translation actually works very well, written better than I've seen a lot of english poems =) Great job.  
sophidia
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Thank you, it was a challenge to try  
emcall
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Hey Sysyphus-Your poem, "Innocence" is great.
About the three added stanzas.... I think you should leave them at the end, in the order they are already in.
Ending on the thought provoking question seems to give it more depth, and begs the reader to gain more insight into life.
But, then, that's just my opinion.
Good luck with your writing, and please post more. ...Em  
Sysyphus
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emcall wrote:Hey Sysyphus-Your poem, "Innocence" is great.
About the three added stanzas.... I think you should leave them at the end, in the order they are already in.
Ending on the thought provoking question seems to give it more depth, and begs the reader to gain more insight into life.
But, then, that's just my opinion.
Good luck with your writing, and please post more. ...Em
Wow thank you! I appreciate the compliment. And yeah, I've been thinking of taking out the two B stanzas and basically rewriting the whole darned thing but that seems like too much work, your solution sounds much simpler =) And I'd love to! Writing in structure has always been a pain to me, however. Most things I write are in free verse. Hey, maybe this gives me an excuse to pick up writing again.  
justhank
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Sysyphus,

you are a very talented writer. i really enjoyed reading it. and i agree with Emcall, they are thought provoking stanzas and i liked them where they were. but you are the Artist. put them where you will.

i am a musician too (and song writer of sorts) what instrument and what type of music. Keep up the writing. it's honestly very good.
sorry about the opening joke. i just wanted to get your attention, to say i liked it.


......................... justhank (again)  

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SandChan
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Sysyphus I don't think your poem,"Innocence", is dark. I think it is deep. I like deep. Very very good.

 
Sysyphus
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Heh heh, wow guys thank you. Heh, making me feel a little uncomfortable, I'm not trying to be one of those people who goes compliment fishing But I really do appreciate the support! I'll put some more things up here in the future, a little OT but I just got hired recently so my recreational time is at a minimum as of late. But justhank, to answer your question, I play alto saxophone and study jazz. It's my real passion in life, writing is kind of a side thing. But hey, what kinds of genres are you into/what do you play/sing?  
justhank
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Sysyphus,


I'm glad you have a sense of humor.
as for me, i play piano. i'm ok .... i guess. i like to play some classical stuff, like Bach. Beethoven ( i hope that's how it's spelled). But i like contemporary stuff too. i really love latin jazz and sambas...... Jobim, Astrud Gilberto, early Beatles, reaggae....whatever. I don't sing. i just don't have the guts...... unless i'm alone.

recently, i've really gotten into street magic. it's loads of fun. i've been traveling in Asia since December and it really is a handy way to bridge the language barrier and make friends. it's great to see jaws drop, or hear people say, "huh?" or just stare as trhey can't believe their eyes.

justhank (again)  
jewelicious
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Em, I just read your poem...It made me smile. Just like a clown is suppose to. Brilliant.  
jewelicious
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I wrote a wee ditty when I was with my ex....I am sure a lot of us could relate to this.

Here I sit upon your shelf,
So polished and protected,
Safe from those things,
Except those things,
That make me feel neglected.
 
sallystowe
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Fall not upon the thorn and curse its being
for whence thy wound hath healed
yee to shall gaze upon the beauty of the rose  
SandChan
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Nia
Da-na-na-na-na
There was a girl named Nia
Pretty as a gardenia
But she was sad and lonely
Even though she just won the Tony
For her great rendition
Of the Shawshank Redemption
Oh Nia, Nia, Nia
I wish that I could be ya
Don't be sad and lonely
Here girl... you can have my Rice-a Roni
and I'll even throw in my Gnomie

Yo' homey
Da-na-na-na-na  

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nia2795
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SandChan wrote:Nia
Da-na-na-na-na
There was a girl named Nia
Pretty as a gardenia
But she was sad and lonely
Even though she just won the Tony
For her great rendition
Of the Shawshank Redemption
Oh Nia, Nia, Nia
I wish that I could be ya
Don't be sad and lonely
Here girl... you can have my Rice-a Roni
and I'll even throw in my Gnomie

Yo' homey
Da-na-na-na-na


Who could be sad after that!!! U are hilarious. I'm so lucky and honored to have met you. I love love love the poem. That's one to print and put in my journal. I can't stop smiling now.

Thanks so much.  
emcall
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Here's something I wrote a few yeas ago when was working through my decades-long grief over my Dad's death when I was eleven years old. I think we all have these times in our lives. It's a bit dark, but it's where I was at the time. Hope it makes sense to you.

It's There Again
by Em


It's there again.
The hole.
The silent fog.
That all too frequent visitor.
Attached to a distant melody-
a familiar smell-
or any one of a million other
things that come along for
the ride.

It comes without warning.
Remains indefinitely.
Embraced for a while,
Like a blanket from
childhood that should
no longer be needed.

Yet my soul-
a willing hostage,
finds strange comfort
in its presence,
and hesitates to
bid it go.  
suan1
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my older sister is very good at writing poetery(well she doesn't think s o but everyone else does )i will try t o get her to post one of them on here buti doubt she will  
terrimichael
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I'm not a poet but my sister is and I'd like to share a link to one of my favorites she's written. She's been bugging me about trying to do short stories, anyways, here a link to one of hers..
http://allpoetry.com/poem/7259901  
suan1
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terrimichael wrote:I'm not a poet but my sister is and I'd like to share a link to one of my favorites she's written. She's been bugging me about trying to do short stories, anyways, here a link to one of hers..
http://allpoetry.com/poem/7259901
that was a nice poem.your sister is a good poet!  
DiamondBeauty
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jamgrass wrote:Sharing a great Poem from WWII (found this in old letters of my Dad, served in Navy)

GOVERNMENT ISSUE

Sitting on my G.I. bed, my G.I. hat upon my head
My G.I. pants, my G.I. shoes
I wish they'd give us G.I. booze!
G.I. razors and G.I. combs, G.I. wish that I was home !

They issue everything you need, paper to write on, books to read
Your bed, your socks, your G.I. tie
It's all free, nothing to buy
They issue food that makes us grow, G.I. want a furlough !

You eat your food from G.I. plates, buy all you want at G.I. rates
It's G.I. this and G.I. that, it's G.I. work that breaks your back
everything here is Government Issue
G.I. wish that I could be with you !


I love this poem it's funny the way he says G.I this and that. It's cool that your dad passed it on to you and I can sense how much he must missed your mom with the anticipation of wanting to get home. I see the humor and the seriousness that he expresses. My dad was a navigator in the air-force in the second world war. One of my sister's who loves to write was Navy cadet for one summer.

suan1 wrote:my older sister is very good at writing poetery(well she doesn't think s o but everyone else does )i will try t o get her to post one of them on here buti doubt she will
I can identify with you in a way. I also like to write and I have written a number of things. I would love to get some of what I wrote published but some of the good stuff was lost. I hope it will come back to my memory again.  

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nancykid
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cake by nancykid oh cake u ake me shake you make me fat like a cat you are so sweet like a treat i can eat you with some rice crispys an dyour color are cool like a wild zoo hoope you like it love nancy  
 
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