Post your poems, or others' poems (page 3)

ladonna

Ashi,

I miss the poetry you used to send me

Grave...Meeeeeeooow

Ana

qadreena

flower, im like you, can only write my poetrywhen i feel bad, havent wrote one for about 5 months, here it iseveryone:

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You though and decided you hated,
Then you learnt from what was killing you.
You tried but once more got defeated.
All that shit you keep putting yourself through.
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You thought it would help if you listened,
But you heard and nothing came through.
So you went back down to the dark place
And still you insist that you knew.
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Now others look at you in anger.
They know that you could if you tried,
They turn their backs on you,
Don't seem to care
So you just keep on hiding inside.
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You cried out and hoped someone heard you,
But silence was all that you knew,
So you stepped out into the shining
And over the edge yourself threw.
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You liked it and never once panicked.
You're learning from what's killing you.
Never look back, never wonder
If life will be better next time through.

bit of a strange one but it does provoke a lot of emotion in me

25ashitaka25

Grave, if you don't like it, then don't come here. Your Budweiser and pro-wrestling are waiting for you.

Here's a poem that's just right for you.

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Blinded, blinded, sightless fly
Into door, into the sink, into the eye of a candle
Fly, fly, and be burned
That’s what you’re born for
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Ana, you already have this stuff....it's nothing new....sorry. I haven't been writing much lately, a lot of stuff at work going on.

IMBlueFire

A Virgin's Garden

In the garden of love I wander free.
Blooms of spring surrounding me.
A paradise of choicest pleasure,
expressions of love's fullest measure.

The north wind blows and breathes upon
trickling streams and deepened ponds.
The perfumed fragrance upon my skin,
Awake, dear love, and do come in.

Do come in and eat until
of my fruitage you've had your fill.
Beautiful expressions of love you'll find
in this garden delight of mine.

Buds in bloom of blush and pink,
in their splendor you take a drink.
Morning sweet dripping dew,
love and life surrounding you.

Intoxicating fans of love are spread
of foliage green our garden bed.
The vine sprouted in glowing sun.
To my garden, dear love, come.

WTLies

(((((((((Deena)))))))
it's great to be seen....especially by you
should I tell everyone about us?
nah it'll be our little secret
I didnt know you wrote poems wow great one
YOU GO GIRL!!

William,
Former member of a Non-Prophet
Organization
[email protected]

bitter mango

sitting and playing in her petty little world
avoiding all the wounded dolls sleeping on the floor
little girl made another mistake, watch her cry
she'll scream herself to sleep again tonight

sitting and staring out the messy windows
watching ten thousand ants drown in dirt
i made another mistake, watch me die
i'd bleed myself to feel again tonight

ashitaka

Nice stuff peeps....liked yours a lot IM, and welcome to Z thread bitts!

Here's a poem by Khalil Gibran that I really like

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The Prophet

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Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."

And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:

When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

IMBlueFire

The Color of Beautiful

Raven earth flowing into
pools of electric blue
Soft redness of passion
brushing against smooth pearl
Shimmering spun gold
glistening off grey mist
into a garden of rose
Harmoniously pure
in glowing love

conflicted

Urchins

in dark places
where dark characters roam
evil begets evil
back alleys are their home
"watchoo want?", "watchoo need?"
the urchins push their trade
and like the urchins of the sea
from these too be afraid
and like a curious child poking around tide pools
danger lies beneath the foam
in dark places
where dark characters roam

conflicted

aaaaauuughhhh!

angst is a poison
it feeds on my mind
i eat it up
and writhe in it's lowliness

down,
down i am stricken

thorn in my side
clawing at it
i try to love.
i bleed
blood
leaking
i am leaking
poison leaching
returning to a state of peace

festering, burning pustule
rubbing a soothing salve
upon my sores.
sore skin.
sore soul.
tortured.

i pick at the scab.

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