Got Poetry?

[valerie]

Hi all . This is my first time for posting my feelings in here . This isn't so much a poem as it does not rhyme . Hope you like it .

A Time In My Life ....

Joy .. sorrow .. fear .. love ..hate .

Everyday we live , we experience these emotions .

Then one day , something devestating occurs ,

and wether by choice , or automatic reflex ,

we open the gate , and find ourselves walking a very

short road leading us into darkness ...

the Abyss . The gate shuts and locks behind us .

We feel safe inside ourselves , from ' feeling ' .

No tears , sadness , hate ... but , we find ourselves

feeling nothing that made us happy . No Joy ,

laughter , love .

Your very soul seems to have disappeared from life .

Mind and body become a shell ,

mimics living . Friends nor family are able to reach you .

Medication does no good . Only YOU

are your own answer . Yet you remain lost , deeply hidden ....

safe . Then , that minute section of your

soul that you have not lost , hears the sound of the gate .

The Universe , Guardian Angel , Spirit Guide ....

whoever is looking out for you , waits no longer , steps in

and gives you something . You are sent a catalyst ,

a beacon to call you back . A beautiful voice calls to you ,

" Follow my voice . It's time to live again " .

Within that sparse little place , left inside you , by instinct

you know to trust that voice . YOU finally

make the decision . YOU come home .

[blueeyz]

Very beautiful Valerie, and very meaningful. I can definitely relate to it....thank you.

[starcrossed]

Thank you Jill for the comment... and I think it always a good idea to have a notebook handy. I try to carry one with me, especially when I know that I will have a few minutes to sit and think. Like when I go pick up my son from school... I have those few minutes before the bell rings, so my mind tend to wonder and I write little thoughts that pop into my head. Sometimes they don't make sense, and never get used...lol Still, it helps in the creative process.

[starcrossed]

Welcome to posting in the poetry thread Val!!! Great first work And, not all poems have to rhyme... LOL Most of the time most of my works don't rhyme at all.

[valerie]

Thank you Blue . It is nice to know someone can understand where your coming from ..... and thanks Star for the welcome ! . I don't know when the next one will come along , but I'll post it when it does , and I won't worry about rhyming . lol !

[starcrossed]

Awe...{{{Hugs}}} No worries at all here, alright Val. This is "home"... and as I told you before, you are more than welcome here anytime. I look forward to your next posted work... with rhymes or without

[bostongirl]

Valerie,

That was an amazing poem, thanks for sharing it. I think it is something that many of us can relate to. Well done

[blueeyz]

Nov 8, 2008 22:42:23 GMT -5 @starcrossed said:

No worries... now carefully put down the red pen on the ground and step away from it slowly Blue...LOL

OK, the red pen has been put away...for now. LOL!

Congratulations, Steph, on your new book! I love the title and cover art! I'll certainly have to check it out at lulu.com

[valerie]

Nov 10, 2008 9:48:50 GMT -5 bostongirl said:

Valerie,

That was an amazing poem, thanks for sharing it. I think it is something that many of us can relate to. Well done # clap#

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Thank you . Words are not my strong suit ...' feeling ' is . It is hard for me to put into words what I feel . I'm a shower not a teller . I tried to write about a recent experiene but could not find the words . I'll keep tyrying .
It felt good to write the one I just did . :-)

[bostongirl]

I wrote this last week. Still thinking about it but thought I would share it anyway. Hope you like it.

Layers

I have created so many layers
I wonder if you can see
Do you glance at only the surface?
Or dive in deeper to really see me?

Peel back all the layers
For not all is what it may appear
Tell me what you see
Peel back more if you really believe

How did I come to want this?
Perhaps I have lost all my good sense
In revealing all the soft fabrics
I wonder did it make any sense

I don’t need polite accolades
It is not who I am
Honesty has been our common mantra
Trusting our words, our integrity

I really need nothing at this moment
For I believe I know who you are
I trust your insightful true layers
It is the sole reason I even dare

[bostongirl]

And congrats to Steph on publishing your new book. I promise to check it out. I also love the title

And Blue - what a relief, the red pen is gone

[starcrossed]

Thank you Boston for the comment, and for sharing your new piece.

[starcrossed]

I wrote this one tonight... It is a character piece...

End Of The Line

This is the end of the line...
Where I leave it all behind.

Far away,
From all the things I loved.

Where all the pressure,
Has forcefully shoved.

Waiting to stand by these old damn tracks,
I think how much time I wasted,
Breaking my back.

All I wanted,
Was once so clear.

Now I'm lost,
In regret and fear.

Falling,
Down on my knees.

Tell me,
That you hear me please.

Show me a reason,
To want to live.

I have nothing,
Left to give.

God help...
This is the end of the line.

There has to be something better...
Something that I can finally call mine.

Too many faces,
Passing through my life.

Dreams fade,
No more yearning for a wife.

Broken hearted,
Emotions buried six feet in the dirt.

Lonely places.

Warm embraces.

Lust with no compassion...
With some woman that said,
All she ever did was flirt.

All I wanted,
Was once so clear.

Now I'm lost,
In regret and fear.

Falling,
Down on my knees.

Tell me,
That you hear me please.

Show me a reason,
To want to live.

I have nothing,
Left to give.

God help...
This is the end of the line.

There has to be something better...
Something that I can finally call mine.

I will all my thoughts,
To no longer linger in my head.

I am lost,
Struggle to get out of bed.

A walking corpse...
Of the dead.

All I wanted,
Was once so clear.

Now I'm lost,
In regret and fear.

Falling,
Down on my knees.

Tell me,
That you hear me please.

Show me a reason,
To want to live.

I have nothing,
Left to give.

God help...
This is the end of the line.

There has to be something better...
Something that I can finally call mine.
Standing here on last time.

Wanting... wishing... praying...

Tell me where is there left to go,
When this is the end of the line?

[blueeyz]

Great work, Boston and Star! [img src="martycasey.org/emoticons/clap.gif"][/IMG] Lots of emotion in these poems.

I wrote this one really quickly this morning....hot off the press.

You Make Me Feel

You make me feel…
Like I am living in paradise.
Flying with the angels,
Looking down on Cloud Nine;
I thought I had lived every beautiful moment;
That there was nothing miraculous left to find.

You make me feel….
Sexy.
The way your eyes follow me.
The way your hands indulge me.
The words you say, when you whisper to me.

You make me feel…
Strong.
When I feel like I am constantly falling apart;
Overwhelmed by the madness life never ceases to offer;
Closing off, when all I want to do is open my heart.

You make me feel….
Safe.
I come to you, needy, with the eyes of a child;
You take me in your arms, and comfort me for a while;
You release me -- I am fearless, ready to take on the world.

You make me feel….
Like I am a new person.
The numbness wears off…
I am no longer indifferent,
But rather fully engaged,
In what my life has to offer,
And I thank you for this.

Most importantly....

You make me feel.

[blueeyz]

Just a comment....I like that we have the "modify post" feature. I changed "Above everything" to "Most importantly." To me, "Above everything" sounds more dramatic but is a bit ambiguous.

Excuse my rambling...feeling a bit analytical this morning, I guess.

[jillywilly65]

Hi Valerie
so glad you stopped in here! I really like "A Time in My Life"
I really relate to that one. Bravo girl
Liz
I like Layers alot. That deep kind of love that has been forged
thru some massive trials is so inspiring...especially in the
hard times Rob and I go through. If we let it those times
can really make us stronger.
Steph
you know I always like your work..I cannot keep up with the
fast pace you are whipping them out
Shelly
you are fortunate like Liz , you have a wonderful strong
relationship too , or at least that's what I get in your words
time tested, lover approved ...haha
Such a wonderful bunch of inspiration ladies..thanks for
posting and sharing your work.

[starcrossed]

Thank you Blue and Jill ... and nice piece Blue.

[blueeyz]

Thanks Jilly and Star!

I wrote this silly little jingle while I was at the laundromat this morning. May I just say--I haven't been to the laundromat in years--that this a great place to write. The soothing hum of the dryers, the fragrant smell of the laundry detergent/fabric softeners, and no one to bother me...all make for a relaxed environment where one can focus and write. So, if you're suffering from writer's block, I suggest grabbing a bunch of dirty clothes and heading to the laundromat!!

The Summer That Would Never End

Still spending my days wearing tank tops;
Still walking around in my flip-flops.
My sweatshirt lays idle on my seat in the van;
My arms aren't covered so they're still sporting a tan.

You know what they say-- California weather's the best!
But it's the middle of November, and I never would've guessed
That I'd be writing this poem, telling all of my friends
About this anomaly, this phenomenon-- the summer that would never end.

I love the warmth--don't get me wrong--I don't mean to complain,
But the creeks are running dry 'cause we're in need of some rain;
So summer, I'm very sorry, I WILL miss you so,
But you've overstayed your welcome, so it's time for you to go.

You know what they say-- California weather's the best!
But it's the middle of November, and I never would've guessed
That I'd be writing this poem, telling all of my friends
About this anomaly, this phenomenon-- the summer that would never end.

The holidays are coming--wait! One's already passed by.
If it's over 80 on Thanksgiving, you can bet I will cry.
By December, there's no doubt the heat will have certainly gotten old,
And by Christmas I better be shivering, better be freezing from the cold.

You know what they say-- California weather's the best!
But it's the middle of November, and I never would've guessed
That I'd be writing this poem, telling all of my friends
About this anomaly, this phenomenon-- the summer that would never end.

[bostongirl]

Steph - interesting piece. I am not sure I could write a character piece, unless it was something that I experienced. Guess that is why i keep my day job Good job on End of the Line.

Blue - You Make Me Feel was so emotional, wow. and The Summer that would Never End.... clever. And true. We have the same problem in Florida. It was almost 90 today....not complaining. But it is a strange feeling to be in store all decorated for Chrismas with Christmas music playing and walk out to a blast of hot air. Never mind the shorts and tank tops

[bostongirl]

Dress Rehearsal

How many times will we practice?
The last scene of our lives
How many times will I mess up my lines?
And break down and cry

You’d think that I would have memorized
The script of our life’s play
You would think I would be ready
For the final scene on production day

The characters we play seems so real
I am in love with the lead man in the story
And I am quite sure that he loves me too
But we’re trapped in the plot unable to break through

How many more dress rehearsals?
Before we hit the real stage
I want a billion more chances
Never ending scenes is my wish