smallstar Posted April 8, 2009 Report Share Posted April 8, 2009 (edited) .................. Edited May 20, 2009 by smallstar Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
malign Posted April 8, 2009 Report Share Posted April 8, 2009 I regret that I haven't much skillWith poetry this page to fill.In fact, it tends to be swill,And moreover can make people ill.Somehow, I'm better at prose. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smallstar Posted April 10, 2009 Author Report Share Posted April 10, 2009 (edited) ..................... Edited May 20, 2009 by smallstar Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stillalivenkickin Posted April 12, 2009 Report Share Posted April 12, 2009 Alive.BreathingSeethingCryingDying inside.Alive.WanderingWonderingWhat-If-ingKilling time.Alive.DreamingScreamingFearingWasting life.Alive.LoveLaughCareShare life.Alive. butterfly29 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
finding my way Posted April 12, 2009 Report Share Posted April 12, 2009 Great poem, stillalivenkickin!smallstar, we want to hear yours too!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smallstar Posted April 13, 2009 Author Report Share Posted April 13, 2009 (edited) ................. Edited April 26, 2010 by smallstar Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
butterfly29 Posted April 13, 2009 Report Share Posted April 13, 2009 Hi Smallstar.... I do write poetry. I find it helps me get through bad times. My poetry is dark sometimes. Do you know if that is allowed on this post? If so I will share some. Take care.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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xenophon Posted April 14, 2009 Report Share Posted April 14, 2009 The MusebyAnna AkhmatovaWhen at night I await the beloved guest,Life seems to hang by a thread. "What is youth?" I demandOf the room. "what honor, freedom, the rest,In the presense of her who holds the flute in her hand?"But now she is here. Tossing aside her veil,She considers me. "Are you the one who came To Dante, who dictated the pages of hellTo him?" I ask her. She replies, "I am".Akhmatova and Mandelstam were the two greatest Russian poets of the 20th century. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xenophon Posted April 14, 2009 Report Share Posted April 14, 2009 osip mandelstam:Who can know, at the word "farewell," What separation awaits us, What the cockcrow augurs When fire glows in the Acropolis, And on the dawn of some new life, While an ox chews lazily in his shed, Why the cock, herald of new life, Beats his wings on the town's walls? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smallstar Posted April 14, 2009 Author Report Share Posted April 14, 2009 (edited) .................. Edited April 26, 2010 by smallstar Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
butterfly29 Posted April 14, 2009 Report Share Posted April 14, 2009 Thanks smallstar. I will gather up my poetry and give it a try. I usually write when I am in a bad place feeling a lot of pain inside. It helps me to put it down on paper. I hope you will share yours someday. It may help others. What kind of poetry do you write? Is it writing about your pain or is it thoughts of life?Take care.... write any time. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lost_Soul Posted April 18, 2009 Report Share Posted April 18, 2009 This is a song I wrote a little while ago, it's not the greatest but why not. Not like the girl I wrote it for will ever hear it Dreaming of impossibilityContemplating instabiltysLosing control of rationalityJust to have it all crash down on meTerrified of coming downA kiss lifts me above the ground Overcome with insecuritiesAnd you barely even notice meBrought to life by your smileDaydream for just a little whilePast life in wich we were oneReality unravels its all undoneI'll just close my eyes and not think of youDelude myself inside a little cubeAnd live a lie I never thought was trueCause I would never have to cryHad I never loved youYour perfection caused my depressionIf only I wasn't allowed such a blessingSeems like angels are made just to float awayAnd leave me breathless without a thing to sayBut I'll love you for as longas my ability to love stayseven if you don't love meI'll love you for all days butterfly29 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
butterfly29 Posted April 19, 2009 Report Share Posted April 19, 2009 Dear Lost Soul,Never say you can't write. Your poem touched my heart. I felt it as if it were my own. Very well written. Do you have any more?I am trying to get the nerve up to post mine. Still a bit afraid. Hug, Butterfly Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
2002to2009 Posted April 20, 2009 Report Share Posted April 20, 2009 This is a great thread. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smallstar Posted April 20, 2009 Author Report Share Posted April 20, 2009 (edited) .......................... Edited April 26, 2010 by smallstar Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lost_Soul Posted April 21, 2009 Report Share Posted April 21, 2009 Thanks smallstar and butterfly, I don't know wether or not I'll post anymore songs. That's the first one I let ANYBODY read, and that was hard enough. Maybe if I find one a little less personal. I've written hundreds, literally. I've been writing since I was 12. That was the only one I have memorized. How about this, I'll post one for every one you guys post Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
renol Posted April 24, 2009 Report Share Posted April 24, 2009 (edited) I wrote this while in therapy, one of the many things I'm learning. For me therapy, although not always easy, is helping a lot. Yesterday has come and gone,Yesterday will never be again,Yesterday is gone.Yesterday I didn’t belong.Today is here, today is new.God has given me today, a brand new dayYesterday is goneToday I belong.Looking back over my yesterdays,It’s clear there were so many fears,There were so many tears.Yesterday’s gone.I can’t change yesterday,But I have today.Today I can change,Today I have choices.Choices bring change,Positive choices bring,Positive change.Today I have choices.I can choose toStay in yesterday,Or I can choose toEmbrace today.God’s given me today, a brand new day, What I do with today is my choice. God’s given me today, A brand new day to begin to rebuild my yesterday. Edited April 24, 2009 by renol Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smallstar Posted April 24, 2009 Author Report Share Posted April 24, 2009 (edited) ................... Edited April 26, 2010 by smallstar Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
renol Posted April 24, 2009 Report Share Posted April 24, 2009 (edited) Sorry this was a duplicate. I didn't think it posted the first time.Yes I wrote it. Poetry is kind of one of my hobbies. It has also been a very good therapy tool for me. It helps me to put my thoughts on paper. Edited April 24, 2009 by renol Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
malign Posted April 24, 2009 Report Share Posted April 24, 2009 It's a good one, renol. Thanks for letting us see it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loneranger Posted April 26, 2009 Report Share Posted April 26, 2009 (edited) I have only ever written about 3 poems in my life. One I can recall word for word even though I wrote it when my son was 2 (he’s 19 now). Here goesAn angel in his bed at nightHis sleeping face a blissful sightMy heart swells, I love him soHis secrets safe, you’d never know‘What secrets that?’ I hear you askWell listen and I’ll tellWhen morning comesHe sprouts two horns andGives me merry hell - - -- - - -Just a little poem about kids going through that terrible 2’s stage.Hope some can relate to it and get through with a smile. Edited April 26, 2009 by Loneranger butterfly29 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AndreaB Posted April 27, 2009 Report Share Posted April 27, 2009 D is for DispareE ids for EnergyP is for PressureE is for EmptyS is for SorryS is for survivalI is for IO is for ObstacleN is for Never give upI wrote this poem about my depression each letter is a symbol for how depression has made me feel. I'm sure some here have felt it too. Enjoy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
butterfly29 Posted April 29, 2009 Report Share Posted April 29, 2009 Really good poem Loneranger about the terrible 2's. I remember them well with my children............many years ago. Keep writing.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
butterfly29 Posted April 29, 2009 Report Share Posted April 29, 2009 Hi Andrea..... I too felt each of those things. Good post. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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