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Poems...come share your work.
I wanted a place to put my poems, but did not want to dedicate a thread solely for my work. So I hope I can induce you all to come here and post your musings. I will start with one I wrote a few years back, and is one of my favorites. Feedback and impressions are welcome.
The Lost Summer God's good earth is calling, It beckons I return To greener days, And childhood plays, And lost days that I yearn. Each field and glen remembers When a barefoot boy did roam Its hills and dales, its wooded trails, And now wants him back home. I sit beneath the shady elm That once served as my store For secrets and for treasures dear, To keep forevermore. A robin's egg, a spiders web, Wax and a ball of string, A kite to fly on windy days A bluejay's faded wing. But now I'm tired and weary, And too old to run and play, Yet in those dreams of long ago I search for yesterday. To find the glory in the flower, The splendor in the grass, Forgotten through life's hardships Come to claim my soul at last. |
In the soft darkness of night the rain comes
gently slipping from sky to earth making sound as it approaches me soothing me this late as I await another breaking dawn as others sleep I cannot way too much for me to leave my mind simply seeks conversations with the rain I quiet my breath and turn down low the lights blow out the candles used for prayer and I ease myself into my bed to listen as the rain sings softly lullabyes to me coaxing me to slumber with the other diurnal beasts I close my eyes and hold onto its sound and begin to breath in cadence with its dance soon I am one with not just the rain but of the darkness the earth the wind and my soul passes from Here to There where we all Begin In my sleep I hear the rain it laughs so soft as it hears my gentle breathing I feel like a child in its mother's arms craddled and rocked rhythm and warmth connections between heaven and earth good night rain good night softness good night all good night All |
This is a poem I wrote for the love of my life of eons ago...the feelings still remain...
The Questioning Heart Tell me my love, what shall I do To stop my heart from loving you? What will I do with this love of mine, I try to kill it, but it just won't die. It sleeps and dreams in the quiet dark Hiding in shadows an eternal spark That now and then erupts in flames, Feeding a fire I cannot contain. The flames consume and burn my soul, 'Til there's nothing left of me at all. In plumes of smoke my soul departs, Leaving in ashes my shattered heart. The heart that sought with desperation, To find in you some consolation, With kisses lost so long ago, With secrets only we would know. But lost forever now it seems, Our vows of love and whispered dreams. Tell me my love, what shall I do, To stop my heart from loving you? CAS copyright 2004 |
Scarlet F
Cinderblock walls. No oxygen. Five thousand angry women. Forever branded with the Scarlet F Felon Felon Felon One woman at a time. Five thousand similar stories. Daddy or Uncle or Mommas man hurt them in ways nobody should think of hurting a child. First hit of heroin given by Momma right before she sold them for sex to get the money to buy the heroin No love. No light. Maybe an escape into the arms of a man far worse than Momma. They crack one at a time. Drugs. Crimes Murdering that man worse than Momma until they become one organism. Five thousand pulsating broken unloved beat down souls. Finally branded with the Scarlet F. No hope. No way out. No love. Society believes they deserve it and then one at a time...they believe it too. Where is the brand left on those that looked past them, around them, and maybe even AT them. Don't get involved. It's none of your business until someone steals your purse. Momma, Uncle, Daddy, Husband! Where is YOUR Scarlet letter? Five thousand Scarlet F's in ONE of many facilities built to hold them in. Five thousand stories that have a common thread. America has no idea what that Scarlet F really means. Or the cycle of carnage that will keep new F's coming. |
Wow! This is very disturbing. This is meant as a compliment. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks. It IS disturbing, and does well when in a spoken word format.
nice thread. |
Pinioned
I want to be pinioned, pierced, filled, put in my place.
I want to be shot through with the thick kundalini arrow. Spin my chakras baby . I want flesh and bone. Shake me until I rattle Pulled under in your tide. Turn to the big bad wolf before my eyes (my what big teeth you have) Push back my little red riding hood and lick your chops Howl with raw throat . Carnal carnivore I am predator and prey Devoured and devouring Breath to hips to breath, unbroken circle, Locked together, fiery wheels within a wheel Spinning thunder in my bed |
My lover is a leopard pelted goddess
My lover is a leopard pelted goddess,
A ripe fruit that must be eaten in the bathtub; Nectar flowing down Chin and hands. In the basin of her hips I press my lips to the fire, My tongue to the work of the flames And am consumed as I knew I would be. This is my holy heart of fire This is my sacred gift. |
on a bar stool
six feet tall
gorgeous tendrils of curly blonde hair i ran my hand through it caught it in the back, entwined it in my fingers held it pulled it slowly our lips so close i moved to her ear whispered my suggestion "yes" was her answer "first..." ah, negotiation... "i need to..." what, what? in her timidity she bit my neck i disengaged to ask "what do you need?" she licked my earlobe gently and whispered her request, "i need to see your ID." baby butch. diaper dyke. barely 21, yes, I showed her proof. a year later we laughed about that at our anniversary dinner when we celebrated our one-night stand that held up through 12 months of silly string and delusions that made up our "R"elationship we exchanged rings called ourselves married enjoyed all the trappings therein and were thus... trapped. many years later when history repeated itself i tried to remember that kind of september when life was so tender though it wasn't always mellow and september is not always kind but i have learned through all those septembers that when october comes blowing leaves into corners where they get stuck in the cobwebs on the shelves of the mind there will always be a fall and i will always catch myself remembering with kindness the septembers that fell apart and drifted away with the falling leaves |
Written in 2002
Turned away from the summit, I camp among your foothills and
recall the days when I took for granted I would always be able to walk the shining path, through the clouds to your secret garden. I wait for the storms to clear and the way to open. I watch others born down from the heights unable to even rest in the shadow of the mountain. I wonder if they found the precious things I left there. The sun flashes off the peak and I am Ulysses lashed to my tent pole listening to the song of the sirens. They beckon me to climb, to force my way up. To face the icy winter storms and snowy billowing avalanche; to be hurtled down the mountain, broken, and cast out from even the comfort of the foothills because the mountain does not will it. There is beauty here, on these lower rises, on these fertile hills. I watch the intrepid adventurers parade by; packs earnestly strapped on, scoffing at this small tent on the mountainside, confusing patience with weakness. I have seen their bones pile up over the years. All that is left of them is the plastic they leave behind and the damage from their fires. They are lured by the peak, like a junkie to a needle, like a moth to a candle, like I am though I endure. |
Your glaring eyes tell me what you think.<<disallowed word>>
Your vicious in your thoughts.<<disallowed word>> I know you don't like me.<<disallowed word>> Why?<<disallowed word>> Is it because I'm gay? Or is it because I'm butch?<<disallowed word>> Well guess what? I don't care! I was put in this world just like you so take the target you put on my back and shove it! I don't need your crap or your ideals of what life should be.<<disallowed word>> I don't need your labels either cause I have my own.<<disallowed word>> You must not live by my code of conduct because I believe we all should be free to be ourselves.<<disallowed word>> You have a way with words and I wouldn't call it fluff.<<disallowed word>> I shouldn't waste my time fighting your bigotry. I will be the big person and walk away and leave you with your mouth hung opened and a yellow stripe on your back.<<disallowed word>> |
Letting go
there are times when life will give us the hardest things to do when we have to try to forget what was at one time me and you the changes that come to pass are sometimes harder than you know and its never all that easy to be letting go. if only love could carry us through all those things if it would just rise up and take us on its wings perhaps we'd never have the pain or the loss that seems to grow and we'd never have to suffer through the ordeal of letting go. If I could have done things different or said a word or two just any little thing at all that might have inspired you I certainly would have given it just so that you would know that I never wanted to be the one that would have to be letting go. I always will remember the times that we both shared and I'll never forget the times that you tried so hard to care but now I must be on my way to the future, whatever it holds and I hope some day you will understand how much I hated letting go. 4/17/11 |
The tears I cry today are for memories of yesterday.
Seeing you again makes it all new. I thought that after all theses years I would be over you. I guess I'm not and this shocks me to the core. You wave goodbye and I stand there and watch my feelings walk out the door. God please help me, please take away this pain. Make me see that once was yesterday is not today. You can't hang on when there's no rope to hold. Just walk with your face held high and heart full of hope. Someday your soulmate will come and take your heart away. Today or tomorrow but never yesterday. This poem was inspired by the threads I read. |
I lie awake as darkness falls and
Listen for the sound of silence. It touches a part of me that no one sees and only I can feel. It's my heart laid open like a book thats being read. Or a curtain that has yet to be closed. It's my greatest treasure down deep the depth that no one knows. A colour of beauty that would steal your breath away. |
No matter how many days
we spend apart I still have a place for you right here in my heart a tiny little nook set aside for you no matter what you say or no matter what you do it doesn't matter how the world might spin from end to end that little place will still remain a refuge for a friend. You'll always have that place no matter how things go if some day you come to find you must move along, just know there will be no animosity no anger or despair just someone who always cared and wanted to be there You've given me a gift I never can repay you've given me myself again somewhere along the way. You remind me of the Texas sky at the end of a perfect day when the ribbons of red reach far and wide then fade to deepest grey it's all a part and parcel of the mystery that is you I hope that I shall never lose that moment when I knew you were the woman I wanted to know and to keep a little close the one who brightened up my life and made me less a ghost. |
Raven
Verdict Rendering Shouts Whisper Wing Eye Soul Cradle Take your sign of death, your raven that sits upon my heart.<<disallowed word>> My heart is not dead yet.<<disallowed word>> You cannot steal my soul to quench your desire of need.<<disallowed word>> You cannot cradle my soul and expect me to just lay.<<disallowed word>> You will hear my shouts of protest and know my wrath.<<disallowed word>> You will know that I will not go willingly.<<disallowed word>> I will stand up and look you in the eye and whisper in your ear with venom.<<disallowed word>> " I am me and I choose to stand strong with hope and faith " I give this to you as my rendering, a statement, a fact. "<<disallowed word>> This is my life's verdict.<<disallowed word>> "I will love again." <<disallowed word>>Take this on a wing and a prayer.<<disallowed word>> |
what a great thread! Thank you Cinderella for making it and inviting us to share
I must say all of these poems hit me for so many different reasons,thank you all for sharing them :) here is two of mine.. let it burn...be consumed in the flames tears stream silent falling like rain.. wash my face cleanse my soul.. bring me back out again whole.. ...with each emotion comes a price feelings are like rolling the dice even when one is pure and true its opposite is waiting to claim you Ri~ in sorrow we see the better side of the you and me in pain we digress to scared to confess in love we are blind to all rhythm and rhyme in hate we are consumed by the flame of doom in happiness we feel like conquering the world Ri~ |
disenchantment: (English) Singular Noun (plural noun-uncountable) 1.the act of disenchanting or the state of being disenchanted. 2. freeing from false belief or illusions ~*~Disenchantment~*~ You say I don’t exist Yet I lie here in your arms So how did I end up here Once I fell for your charms? All the times I wanted you So close and yet so far I could almost reach and touch you- Like grasping for a star. I listen to your heartbeat And feel the breath you take, I touch the warmth of your skin As I lie here and I break. But when you talk I hear you And tears fall down my face, When you say I that I’m not real That I don’t have a place. You gently kiss my lips And run your fingers through my hair So why did I feel these things When I’m not even there? To you, I don’t exist And yet you held me tight, As the moon left for the sun And morning replaced the night. ~Laney (c) :sparklyheart: |
You're more then welcom,luv2. Glad you are enjoying the posts. I particularly liked this one of yours...very touching.
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up and down and round again wondering if today it will end love falls on deaf ears bringing the sound of my fear gently i sway ...to the rhythm I play in my heart so true the beat is for you lyrics in my head fall like spent lead Ri~ you didnt see,couldnt feel the hurt inside was so real finding ways to cope with loss wondering why its so easy to toss your words ring false and untrue I'll never get over you one day I will lift my head face the world feeling dead life has been good to me raise my glass and let it be have a drink on me toast my pain lift your glass and let it rain down your throat it slides warm as fire as it glides its ok I learned life is that way consume me in the flame so I rise again another day Ri~ |
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