Got Poetry?II

[blueeyz]

So sad and beautiful...well done, Star! It is nice to see this thread active again.

My turn, lol.

Hide Away

I know that you’ve been trying to reach me
And I feel guilty ‘cause it’s not fair
To shut you out, like you mean nothing,
Like we meant nothing and I don’t care.

You know that I’ve been going through something,
Exactly what…you just can’t say
‘Cause I won’t let you figure me out;
I’d rather run and hide away.

Sometimes the weight just gets too heavy
And I’m ashamed for feeling weak;
And though I’m usually crafty with words
I’m afraid to open my heart and speak.

Maybe it’s fire...maybe it’s ice…
Maybe it’s nothing. Nothing at all.
It’s hard to distinguish the varying sensations
That come with the spinning, then hitting the wall.

If you’re getting frustrated, believe that I’m sorry
But this is the way it just has to be;
Can’t make myself open, just have to sort this all out
In the way that feels comforting, feels natural to me.

Pain, torment, healing….all part of the process,
All part of the turbulent journey of life;
Revel in the harmony when it blesses the present;
Surrender with strength when it gives way to strife.

Change is around me, change is within me,
Change is of the essence when I’m broken apart;
And when I emerge, I don’t know who I will be,
Just pray I ‘m complete----in my mind, soul, and heart.

[bostongirl]

Star - I really love Mother Earth. I think it is one of your best writing. Very clear, sad, yet beautiful. Very well done.

Blue - Hide Away is also sad yet beautiful. What compels us to struggle and not let others in? The need to keep our emotions safe from the world? The need to hide our vulnerability? I only know one thing. No matter what the circumstance, that hope is the best medicine. When we hold onto that a happy outcome is certain. Really well written too!!!

I am working on one now. I have no idea why the words are coming out or what is really happening inside my little brain. Hope to post it soon.

[keysunset]

Nice work y'all! Thanks for posting all the new stuff. :-)

[grumpypirate]

Wonderful work everyone!

Since Halloween is fast approaching, and happens to be my favorite holiday I'd thought I'd post my favorite poem, which just happens to have a halloween-ey vibe.

I'm very happy to present "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

[blueeyz]

Glad you enjoyed it, Keysunset!
Liz...I like your comments! If there were a "Like" button I'd click it, lol.
GP - Thank you for posting The Raven. I love that poem.

[bostongirl]

GP - thanks for The Raven, it has been a long time since i read it!!

This one is not the 'dark' piece i was talking about. that one is a still in the works. I lost most of my hair with the spider incident. Just trying to keep things in their proper perspective


Fuzzy Halo

I have a fuzzy halo
It sits on top of me
Looks just like cotton candy
Wispy, frizzy and so care-free

I see the fear of relentless stares
While other look away
Really I am not at all contagious
This problem is not here to stay

Declaring how much you cared
And then turning and running away
It hurts more than this illness
I promise neither is here to stay

So please just love me
And love my fuzzy halo
Cuz my inside is still the same
My huge heart in this tiny girly frame

[faithfulhammerhead]

Liz,

I have not commented on here in about a year but after reading "fuzzy halo" I just had to point out that quite possibly it grew in the form of a halo because you are such an angel. I did not know you well then, but I am certain this is the case.

Love you!

Faithfulhammerhead aka Marggie

[bostongirl]

Marggie - that is just the sweetest thing to say. thank you. I am pretty sure I am not an angel, but i sure have had alot of them holding onto me this year.

[BBE]

Liz, I agree with Marggie!

[blueeyz]

Liz, I admire how you are giving your changed appearance a cute and positive label. Losing your hair must be awful....but better you lose that than your life.

[starcrossed]

Sorry to hear about that evil spider Liz...(((hugs))) I just re read back on the thread and saw that one. I missed that part unfortunately. My thoughts and prayers are with you.

[bostongirl]

Hi Steph!!!

Thanks for the kind words and thoughts. I am doing fine. I hope that you and your family are doing well. You must be getting excited about the arrival of your newest family member!!!

Liz

[starcrossed]

Nov 27, 2010 10:46:29 GMT -5 bostongirl said:

Hi Steph!!!

Thanks for the kind words and thoughts. I am doing fine. I hope that you and your family are doing well. You must be getting excited about the arrival of your newest family member!!!

Liz

Hi Liz (((Hugs)))... your a wonderful person. I am just sorry to hear you were soooo sweet that even that dang spider could not resist tasting you

My family and I are well ... and we all are excited about the arrival of our newest little family member. She will be here soon

[starcrossed]

I hope that everyone had a wonderful holidays season!

[blueeyz]

Happy New Year! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season.

I was staring at the leftover Christmas candy that is still sitting here in my house, and this came to me. Thought I'd share...

Stale Candy

You offered me the sweetest indulgence;
Every sugar-coated piece so tempting to try;
Lovely creations, morsels from heaven;
A dabble in bliss I could not deny.

Cloaked entirely in richness and darkness;
What lie in the center…I desired to know;
The very first taste would undoubtedly hook me,
Tingle my senses, and off I would go….

But alas…
Paradise it was not
And I discovered too fast

That the sweetness was fleeting; it quickly grew sour;
Should’ve known such a dream was never meant to last;
Too rigid to melt…it lingers, it sickens;
Was it ever meant to please? If so, that time surely had passed.

Disappointed.
Disgusted.
By the taste of stale candy.
Flavor I’d hoped I would eternally treasure;
But it was not meant to be
And the fool here is me;
Never again will I give in to a misleading pleasure.

[bostongirl]

Until Then

Good night my sweet, beautiful warrior
It is finally time to rest
You have earned your place in peace

I am going to miss you like crazy
I know we will be together again one day
We always have and always will be as one

Until then
Sleep safely in my heart

[blueeyz]

Beautiful, Liz. He will live on through you...in your heart, memories, and writings. Thinking of you...take care.

[grumpypirate]

I've been feeling rather reflective and so here's something I wrote. It goes along with two of my other poems The Flower and Time Heals All Wounds

If I Hadn't
If I hadn't given it back to you
Would things be different today?
I fell for you hard
But was too afraid of my feelings
So I gave that flower back to you.
If I had kept it would we be together now?
Would you hold my hand and give me the affection I so desperatly crave?
Wouod you hold me when I need someone to wipe the tears away?
Would you make me laugh when I know I'm about to cry?
Or would you have broken my heart
Just like I already did?
I guess we'll never know.

[bostongirl]

Each love we have is unique. We get to keep the love and feelings with us forever. We take it with us to our next experience. GP - I love your poems. Well written and reflective. I hope that you are looking forward and cherishing the present.

[grumpypirate]

Feb 9, 2011 21:26:38 GMT -5 bostongirl said:

Each love we have is unique. We get to keep the love and feelings with us forever. We take it with us to our next experience. GP - I love your poems. Well written and reflective. I hope that you are looking forward and cherishing the present.

Thank you, I've never been the best at poetry but the mood occasionally strikes me. I try to look forward but there are some times that my mind backtracks and that's normally when the poetry comes out.