Poems...come share your work.

[cinderella]

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.

[Soft*Silver]

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

[cinderella]

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

[SuperFemme]

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.

[cinderella]

Wow! This is very disturbing. This is meant as a compliment. Thanks for sharing.

Originally Posted by SuperFemme

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.

[SuperFemme]

Thanks. It IS disturbing, and does well when in a spoken word format.
nice thread.

[Sassy]

Below is a poem I wrote in 2006 when my holiday was not so bright an occasion. I'm in a better place these days. But I know I've seen some folks saying lately they weren't really feeling the holidays this year. So I'm sharing. Mostly because, for some reason, whenever I've felt like crap in the past, it's helped a little to know that other folks have been there and pulled through it.

So, here's Big Hugs to all the folks out there whose holiday isn't what they wish it to be. I hope it gets better and that your New Year finds you and yours healthy and happy.

-S

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FALSE CHEER

Shiny and tinkling
In all it's fraudulent joy,
The season sweeps humanity along
In a tide of unwanted revelry

Discordant chimes echo
Down crowded halls
Gaping maws drinking deep,
gorging on saccharine trifles

Alone in the throng
Wrapped in silence
Rarely seen, less often touched
Wonder stands dieing in arms reach

-S, 2006

[Sassy]

"I.Am.Stardust"

I am chocolate and sorrow
Whiskey and stardust
sex and nightmares
all rolled into one
sweet
compact
sensual package
complete
and incomplete
without chains to bind me
a cage to hold me
love to fill me
I bend but don't break
I yield but never surrender

-Me

c) 2009