Poetry Corner

[XxgoeyxX]

Okay...so here is one of mine........


In this life, this hole we bleed and breathe
Next door we’ve have been cursed to be
In this life I have never been known to understand happiness.
I have never known, so to have never been forgotten.

Now and here you laugh and leap as a five-year-old child, with no cares to keep.
But you have never been in this world.
You have not seen my family weep.
My world my culture raises and dies and you laugh and leap as the five-year-old child.

In this life, this hole we live and breed.
Next door you’re have cursed to be
But is this my life my own.
To which I should find happiness
To which I shell never truly been known.

Built on only chance this life we choose to live, to take.
But next door I have been cursed to die, in this life, this hole of mine, which I have laughed and cried.

This path I walk, this one here, let me bravely tread when you will only fear.
Cause all you do it laugh and leap as the five-year-old child with no cares to keep.

[Anonymouse]

Forgiveness

I have been bad since a lad
In a dreamy Armenian homeland of the past
Tearing the curtain to satisfy the want
Putting a match in the outlet
Burning down the curtains
Electrocuting myself
As a child causing havoc for my parents
Who art so patient
My dear brother
I am sorry, for scratching you
We’ve spent a lifetime circling each other
On the canvas in the paints shadow
I have not listened wisely
I have been bad so bad
My mind made of sand slipping thought and action
Into my self made fiction of lost convictions
As I grew in size my mind ceased to be wise
I have instead taken strides in latitudes of lies
Thinking I was escaping my
Hemispheres of fears
I don’t remember too much of anything
Of these voyages into the seas of nothing
Only after did I remember
Anything I could have hoped to say
Where did thy mind go prancing far
And off and low
Shedding tears it could not fake
For ages passed it formed a lake
No, wit doesn’t matter
This is my imperfection
This is my soul’s transmutation
I never intended it to lead to this
It took some years and few bruises to notice
That I was lying in dirt
Soiled I sit, my jeans still fit
With my eyes outlining the veins that ride my skin
In silence the blood flowing
Following a path toward my heart
A train of peaceful punctures
Riding merrily down in a timeless exercise
Of what once was the arm, beginning of my name
Which I used to swim in the seas of nothing
Because I was so bad living for myself
Walking heedless paths into diversion
Never thought of reconnection
To my soul, my driving force
And thy brain all lost and weary
Could not find a path that’s worthy
And here is where I
Sigh...
Sit, lost in a lie
Clenched tight and I
Couldn’t console myself because I needed the family
My family
And now I know not to bring for more misery
Tonight I offer this apology
Please forgive me, dear family
That watered my roots with your eternal eyes
Healed my hearts wounds with your silky smiles
Altered my blood flow to change my heart beat
Acted as my inner ammo to keep my soul sweet
And this is my biography
Of apology
Of the lengths that I have gone to
To escape me

[spiral]

Here's an old one.

Pact With The Devil

What about him is so appealing to thine eye,
that raps around our bodies holding tight
and swindles our soul into a lie,
Pulling us towards him, away from the light?...

We take comfort in its discourse
that lifts all burdens off of our shoulders
leaving us to feel no remorse
over sins and appalling actions we take towards others.

It's hypnotic voice, fills our mind
whirling, swirling, into such convincing shapes
until we are left blind,
drowning in the devil's gapes.













Yes, I know about thine

[sad_eyes]

Witness

Within her eyes lies a key,
bearing witness to fallen nations.
A revelation of needed peace,
within the saviours disturbed creation.

Saddned and dismayed,
fault upon the shoulders of mankind,
peace and prosperity devoured upon devils parade...
a feast mircacously divine.

Within her eyes growing wild,
witnessing the continues fight,
a sliver of pain
from that of a wounded child,
cursed burden upon hope that took flight.

And yet hope remains,
shinning strong-non defiled
a soul longing for unity,
like that of innocent thoughts of love reconcield,
within her eyes growing lies a key,
in the nights calling,
in the heart of a child.





------I have to say that I am very very impressed with the poetry you all have posted on here.VERY well done.

[Anonymouse]

That's some good poetry by ya'll. Keep the talent flowing.

[hyebruin]

if i were to ever write poetry again, i would maybe read it to a close friend or two; i would feel too naked sharing it with the whole world; whatever works for the rest of you; actually i used to love poetry, i used to love sitting there and become all emotional and 'feel' the words and thoughts (and if i humbly may say so they were pretty good) but i figured it's not worth it!! putting myself through all that emotional drainage and pain just to get a few words on paper; so i got wiser and tried to focus on happiness; i realize not all are that way, but that is how i am...was.

[XxgoeyxX]

I know what you mean. But I'm just gone post and not think about it. And the best thing is you get feedback, so you can either make it better or write something better in the future.





The narrow fingers running through the Perseid meteor
The velvet sky turns to night as his sweetness turns to dusk
You find things fuzzy between the two lovers.
They close each other’s eyes to understand one another.
Now only the left eye is covered then the right
But what difference does it make?
For they are both blind

His narrow fingers run through as their fidelity bleeds into infatuations.
His passion seems like obsession in her eyes.
While she covers the left eye all come clean
She has found herself as obsessed and lonely as he.

There is a blister between the two souls.
Both lovers past and present seem no way to find each other.
She whispers her anesthetic “it’s all but love”
But he is all too familiar with the semiotic.
His signals run as his soul turns to stone
As though, as though his love never reached her soul.

There are no more whispers of promises of ‘when’ or ‘where’
There is only silence.

Tender hemlocks, roaring with its loud voice
The velvet sky becomes gray as stone
And earth between their legs are not dancing a soft ballet
And there is nothing, not even a promise for tomorrow
For mother earth has given her hand to only one lover, so He can walk the lonesome road for all his life and ever.

[Anonymouse]

Lost on the water
Drifting across the seascape
Searching for a home
I will morph and reshape
Into a force
Into a wave
Turn to surf
I will misbehave
Into the eye of the storm
Where the truth awaits
The truth was
That I was
A lock
With a combination
a million left turns stopping at L
click
two million right turns to O
then three million left turns to V
another thick click
A last turn to the left stopping at E
open
She guessed it right
And with that final click
My soul blossomed
Like a wildflower
And tears rushed
Flooded my eyelids
I drowned in love
Freedom, love forbids
Pain it welcomes
In a thousand painful memories

[XxgoeyxX]

You neither can nor should understand what it means.
Just listen, it comes without note.
It cannot be found in money or in wealth.
And there is nothing in it to comfort you

Close your eyes and yawn. All will be over soon.
You will forget the poem
It has forgotten you. And it does not matter.
It has been most beautiful in its erasures.

[XxgoeyxX]

Lost on the water
Drifting across the seascape
Searching for a home
I will morph and reshape
Into a force
Into a wave
Turn to surf
I will misbehave
Into the eye of the storm
Where the truth awaits
The truth was
That I was
A lock
With a combination
a million left turns stopping at L
click
two million right turns to O
then three million left turns to V
another thick click
A last turn to the left stopping at E
open
She guessed it right
And with that final click
My soul blossomed
Like a wildflower
And tears rushed
Flooded my eyelids
I drowned in love
Freedom, love forbids
Pain it welcomes
In a thousand painful memories

That was beautiful Anon. It makes me what to fall in love.