Got Poetry?

[starcrossed]

Christianna please feel free to post here. I created this thread as a safe and open area for people to express themselves. Post away...

[christianna]

Thanx.

Just some background: I deal with severe asthma, and so I am sick alot. I try not to let it stop me, but it is a true handicap. I am deffinatlely not asking for simpathy, I totally accept it. It has just forced me to think about things that no one should have to. So many times I thought would be my last moments, yet I am grateful to come thru. Sometimes I get very tired of fighting it, adn this was one of those times. I am not telling you all this for attention, in fact, that would make me VERY uncomfortable. I just thought you might understand the words better if you knew where they came from. P.S. My asthma is doing alright currently, and life is good.

I'm a coward, I'll admit it.
I'd rather not go
Trudging ever forward
...on with the show.

Much easier it would be
To watch it drift away.
Just stop trying to catch
What never will stay.

I'd like to lie down
Feel warm sun on my face,
Close my eyes lightly
...drift off into space.

No matter the effort
I give everyday
My grasp is still short
The lihgt fades away.

Useless, I find it
To continue this course
Each step, each moment
...each smile, I force.

I'm weak, you can see it.
I can no longer hide.
It's clear I've become
...hollow inside.

No stregnth is within me
Here...you take the reigns.
This coward is giving,
...into the drain.

[christianna]

Child Within

The wind calls her name some nights, and
Some noghts I feel her in the air.
Scents recall memories some nights,
Of laughter without a care.

Some nights bring smiles with visions,
Yet some run hot with tears.
Still, some nights free me from prison, and
Others lock me in years.

How did I get where I am standing?
I lost her along the way.
So many times I'd been hopeful
She'd come and ask me to play.

I suppose she's still where I left her.
Skipping thru childish places.
Where tire swings, candy and mud pies
Blend with warm and cold faces.

She wasn't as strong as I'd hoped for.
Which sometimes causes a sigh.
All she wanted was to be special
So you wouldn't cast her aside.

I wish I could've protected her, or
At least strengthend her stand.
But then I suppose that I wouldn't
Be the woman I am.

[bostongirl]

Christianna - Beautiful. Both pieces are exquisite. I especially loved Child Within. Hope you continue to post. I have said the very same words as you. Once in a while I have shared on this thread. It is a very safe place to express yourself. It has also given me a sense of freedom to write more. Not sure why.

Welcome.

[christianna]

Wow! Thanx so much. "Exquisite" Man, I'm overwhelmed. All I can say is thankyou.

[christianna]

Mf fav poet ever is Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Her poetry and inspiring words are true beauty.
poetry.poetryx.com/poets/130/

Just in case you're interested.

[starcrossed]

Thank you for sharing those pieces with us. They trully are beautiful. I hope that you will find this thread to be a welcoming place to share more of your works.

I have never mentioned but my favorite poet is Emily Dickinson. She was amazing. Her works where often short, but the emotion that she could stir with so few words...it leaves me speechless.

My favorite work is the following 'Each that we lose takes a part of us'. I read it in High School, yet I can remember this so clearly in my head.

When I have trouble writing, I think of the piece and it gives me courage to open my heart to my words.

Each that we lose takes part of us; (1605)
by Emily Dickinson

Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides

[LMC]

starcrossed said:

Now that is what I was talking about!!! BRAVO!!!

See LMC...your talent is already showing so much more!!! Keep up the writing, you have a gift.

Honestly, that 'work in progress' piece is great. Very honest for a young lady of your age. I love it!!!

Star

Thanks so much! I can't think of anything else to add

[LMC]

Here's another work in progress...I've been writing about how I felt when we first moved to Jersey a couple months ago.


Don't know where to go
Which corner to turn on
Which hallway to walk through
Don't know where to go

It's like i'm alone in my own little world
No one's there to help me find my way
Every corner looks the same
Nobody knows my name

[bostongirl]

Hi LMC,

Nice work. Know how you feel.
BTW - love your avi !!!

[starcrossed]

Great work in progress LMC. Don't start worring about saying anything in return for the praise I gave to you. Thank you, is more than enough. Besides, I thank you for sharing your talent here.

[christianna]

I wanted to thnk those of you that commented. I love everything I've read here, and am happy to be surrounded by passionate people. Here's one more. It's about not giving your power away, because no matter what you do, there will be people that won't like you, even without a reason.

I was alone in the darkest place
Pondering my fate.
Was I inclined to stumble here
To crawl upon my face?

I had a choice, (as we always do)
Though I wasn't sure I could
Be strong enough to do the things
That I knew I should.

"It would be much easier, "
I thought as I lay on the earth,
"to just lie down and die here,
to martyrdom give birth.".

"They'll remember me with kind words,
even those with none to share.
They'll cry and hold each other,
and all pretend to care."

"And when the day is over,
they'll go their separate ways,
some forgetting I existed,
angry I stole their day."

Just as I'd become convinced
To never leave that spot
I felt a passion spark within
Both fiery and hot.

It burned not for the masses,
For I could never please them well.
No matter how I'd labored
Their love they would not sell.

It burned not for the sunlight,
Or beauty, or for gold.
It burned not for anything
I could ever hold.

With welling eyes I thrust my hands
Hard upon the ground.
To stand upon my own two feet
To make my voice resound.

"I will not go quietly,
as you would have me go!
I will not hand you my choice
I just want you to know!"

"I will not give to you my power,
I will not give way to fear!
If you plan to take me hostage,
or take all that I hold dear,
I'll fight you all the way to hell
And then back here again!
I refuse to just hand over
What I have yet to begin!

The darkness fled as I was screaming.
It smothered me no longer.
I never thought in all my life
The pain would make me stronger.

[starcrossed]

That was a amazing piece Christianna. I am honored that you have shared this...Wow!

[starcrossed]

I haven't really shared anything about my novel I am writing, so i think it is about time.
The following poem I wrote for the opening of the story...

Forbearance

Forbearance in all things...
A beacon of light,
Burns softly within the cavern of despair,
Known as life.

Gossamer webs engulf a curious heart,
A heart waiting,
Wanting...

Fantasies of love,
Now transformed into the knowledge of loves true ardency - unconditional or naught.

A child no longer,
But an adult.

She stands alone,
Walks patiently, fearless, confident, an enigma.

Once burning brightly
Like a million brillant diamonds,
Amongst heavens blanket of darkness.

A single burning star,
Presumed to be no different than any other,
Yet rare.

She fell to the Earth on a whispered prayer.

Trusted,
Loved,
Made vulnerable...

Heart tainted,
Abused,
And left to wither in despair...

Alas,
The star still burns brightly in the cavern of despair,
Known as Life.

No tears.

No pain.

Fearless.

Confident.

No longer alone,
So rare and destined for...
Brilliance in life and all things.

[christianna]

Beautiful imagery Star! What is your novel about. I will be anxious to buy one.

[starcrossed]

Thank you Christianna. My novel...lol..I will pm you info. That is one I really haven't talked much about...it is my 'baby'. You have no idea how hard I have worked on that thing...~thud~

[starcrossed]

The concept idea of this poem came from me being at the laundry mat. What?... I was alone, strange men were there, so I needed to keep busy.

Anyway,I was sitting on the folding clothes counter across from the dryers I was using, listening to my IPod...watching my undergarments do a strange "peep show", as they flipped in and out of sight in the glass window, and I caught a glimpse of my reflection. This made my mind wonder, and a new concept for a poem was created.

This is the poem:

Reflections

You wake up every morning,
And you look at me.

I know you can see me,
Or at least look through me.

I am just a reflection,
Not myself,
But who you want to see.

Stare lifelessly at me.

What do you see?

Do you hate me that much?

Have I caused you,
So much pain and misery?

You step closer,
And turn on the light now...
I guess to get a better look.

I can see the disdain in your eyes.

It's painfully true.

What do you see?

I see you.

A wonderful person...
Filled with so much life and love...
More than enough to share with me.

It seems strange,
that you don't see the same thing.

I am your reflection...
Doesn't that mean anything?

Turn now.

Walk away.

I know that I will see you,
At least several more times this day.

Reflections of you will still linger in me.

I am your child,
But you don't see me.

[starcrossed]

I was just thinking about how hard it is to speak your voice sometimes...That being a creative person also means leaving that window open for others to criticize.


Words of a stranger

You don't hear my words...

Wondrous and clear
I once gave birth to them into this harsh world.

A new flame...
You extinguished there meaning into ashes.

I can't look upon you.

I have nothing left to say.

All the thoughts that I thought to share,
Have been destroyed by the unkind words of the day.

You speak.

Thoughts just like my own,
Random and unique.

Yet, I do not say another word.

I choose to listen,
And hold my tongue.

I think to show you a moments courtesy,
Rather something more than you have shown me.


When can you understand?

When shall I try once more to speak?

I am tortured by new insecurities.

Challenged by my fears.

Set to the side,
where my voice shall no longer be a burden to you any longer.

I will not cry,
For I know that this is part of nature.

You strive to be better than me.

I pray to be given a moments peace,
Per chance to one day be given the smallest of moments to be heard.

I am a stranger to you...
So are my words.

[LMC]

Those are all really good starcrossed! I really like Reflections and Words of a Stranger

[starcrossed]

Thank you LMC...Seems like I have way to many 'random thoughts' in my head. It is creativity overload..LOL..I came up with six new one's just this morning.

The novel has hit a wall...my mind is everywhere and I can't focus on my story line.

New idea's pop into my head and I go off looking to create away. I have notebooks scattered all around the house.

Anyway, lack of 'romance' makes creating a story about that subject matter difficult. Even being married, I have no romance (friendship more than anything)...and I guess my spirit get's restless. So poetry starts flowing from my soul...and story writing goes on the back burner.

Blah...Blah...Blah...sorry to ramble. See focus is going..LOL Maybe, I will post some of the new one's later.