Poetry Corner

[angelik22]

jiiiiinxies wooooooooow!! that was awesomely beautiful.. i cant find words....

[HyeJinx1984]

"HE"

I used to be angry over what you did, but not anymore.
I see something now that I hadn’t before.

Yes you’ve tortured, raped and pillaged, and taken our land,
Taken our houses and food, made us live and eat in the sand.

I should hate you, and I do, but unlike the others I do not do so futily.
Because I see hope now, blossoming like a flower and growing inside of me.

The blind rage that once clouded my vision is gone,
now, without hesitation, I know what must be done.

It will start slow, it will start small, going undetected like a disease,
it will be a mighty wind, which at first you will dismiss simply as a breeze.

It will not be a rash act, full of heated emotion or blind rage,
It will be a calm calculated series of events that will bring about the new age.

You see, you were smart and you were thorough, when you began the campaign in 1915
Everything was double checked, but there was one thing you may not have seen.

You couldn’t have imagined that by scattering, two that may have never met would meet.
That through his seed, and within her womb a brand new heart would beat.

That in a land so very, very far from yours, the child would be born,
with absolutely no knowledge or care of from what ancestry he’d been torn.

Unknowingly, you let him live, naively and dismissively you let him grow,
Not realizing through his very survival, you’d be delivered the final blow.

It was through your actions that they were scattered, through your actions that the two had met.
You’re the reason for his existence…

…Something he will happily make you regret.

[angelik22]

janaaaaaaa that was really good!

[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.

[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.

[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]

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.

[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.

[Anonymouse]

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

[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.