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i’m a huge fan of john keets some of his writings are just simple touching so i’ve been trying to develop my writing style to have more depth and meaning to it this is something i wrote today
Time eats away slowly
Dissolving the depths at which we lie
Lit warmly by the burning sky
Reality is only an idea
In the end we can only ask why?
And I stand here with you
Your hand in mine
I smile and try not to cry
With you reality makes sense
I can be free from most of the mess
I am afraid to ask why
For when the words slip
Formed on my tongue
Dropped from my lips
I might wake
And you will have been only a dream
Every, I love you
Left to be dissolved by reality
Realization that you are my sweetest dream
And time slipped away while I was asleep
Dreaming of a burning sky
And you hand in mine
The thought brings tears to my eyes
For if I am dreaming
If I may be sleeping
I wish not to wake
My world without you
Would only be meant break
Under the weight
Of how much I would miss you
Words of old read through and through
Cannot describe how much I love you
Miles away I write for you to read
To tell how you are my sweetest dreamanyone else have any poetry they want to share?
this one is a bit depressing, i was trying to take and convey into poetry how i feel when i’m in very bad panic attack.
I’ve been to hell
And I have seen the storm
I found myself at the end of the road
Battered and torn
The road went on but couldn’t run
Lightning cracks and the rain will come
Wide eyes search for somewhere to hide
Somewhere to hide the pain inside
The rain pelts down in blinding torrent
Ripping the ground from beneath my feat
I want to run but I am too weak
If I die now the failure will be complete
Brought down to my knees
I try to crawl away
The rocks tear and cut I start to bleed
Blood hot like my tears that sting of yesterday
I wanted an end but now I just want one more day
Now with the darkness in sight
I become terrified of my plight
I still want to wake to the morning light
The rain beats against my skin
The cold soaking through slowing the heart beet within
I scream tears streaming from my eyes
This can’t be the end
I pull my broken body across the road
Lighting flashing the rocks cut my hands
I pull myself to my knees
I stumble and stand
I realize that the storm can’t last forever
My life still remains in my hands
The storm that hides my tears
Condensed with all my fears
Made of assorted memories from lost yearsIt seems like depression makes the best writer–that is beautiful grayfire! Putting your feelings into poetry is a wonderful way to get them out there. I’m going to share something I wrote 5 years ago when I was feeling down and lost. I call it ‘Paper In The Wind”
Weightless and void
Of dircetion and purpose
Everywhere and nowhere
Forever guided by fate.Soaring with eagles
Trampled underfoot
Free and enslaved
Raising curiosity and contempt
Devoid of destination
If there is any.Like paper in the wind
I am carried away
Willful and halting
Wistful and guarded
Loved and avoided.Seeking home, seeking soul
I go everywhere
I belong nowhere.LadyFirebird wrote:It seems like depression makes the best writer–that is beautiful grayfire! Putting your feelings into poetry is a wonderful way to get them out there. I’m going to share something I wrote 5 years ago when I was feeling down and lost. I call it ‘Paper In The Wind”
Weightless and void
Of dircetion and purpose
Everywhere and nowhere
Forever guided by fate.Soaring with eagles
Trampled underfoot
Free and enslaved
Raising curiosity and contempt
Devoid of destination
If there is any.Like paper in the wind
I am carried away
Willful and halting
Wistful and guarded
Loved and avoided.Seeking home, seeking soul
I go everywhere
I belong nowhere.thank you! your right depression usually brings the best out of most writers that and love. your poem is beautiful!
Ok, so who is gonna go next…I’ve totally enjoyed these two’s poems, and am thinking I could make this a regular stop…I do love me some poetry. 😀
Grayfire and Ladyfirebird, both beautiful emotional thoughts placed into words……… I am smiling. 🙂
My signature line was all that could fit of one of my poems entitled Childhood Fantasies….. I had to cut it short though so it’s incomplete.
My mom passed away just this last October ’09; she lived here with me for three years and almost made it to her 90th birthday -as we suffered from her Alzheimers disease together. I wrote this poem for her back in October 1998, when she first started showing signs of the disease:
Lady of My Heart
Dear Lady of my heart,
do not turn my help away.
It’s time that I return to you
what forever, to me, you gave.Support and understanding,
when lost, and in despair.
Let me offer these to you,
for it’s you who now needs care.I see you as I always have,
through growing eyes and ears.
To me, the time, forever took
yet quickly passed the years.You nurtured and provided,
all the love a mother could.
Allow me to support you now,
dear Lady, if you would.I will do my best to give to you,
my love and understanding.
To help you ease into your age,
in days of times most challenging.Dear Lady of my heart,
I want most to give you care.
For when, it was, I needed love,
you were always there.©10/26/98 PLG
Oh so beautiful! I love it! I should have had that passed around at our CNA orientation. I’ve been a CNA for 4 years, and I ALWAYS worked witht he Alzheimer’s patients because all the other girls pissed and moaned about it. 😡 It made me so mad! Could you imagine the hurt and confusion in their minds? How would you like to feel like your mind is slipping sideways while you stand still? My great Aunt suffers from Alzheimer’s, and she is one of the most wonderful ladies you could ever ask to meet. I am glad you wrote this for your mother. Now if every caregiver who gets frustrated for answering the same question, or having to go in and answer a call for help because something went “bump in the night” could read this and really open their heart to it, I bet nursing home care would get ever so much better. But some people don’t open their eyes, let alone their hearts…I feel so sorry for them. Glad I can open my heart, even if it gets trampled on quite a bit from the people who don’t and never will understand the meaning of love as it is…Not how the books tell you it should be, or the definition in the dictionary. Sometimes I can be a harda$$, but usually, if I stop to think about it, and ask myself if I have been in the person’s same shoes at one point…Then it opens up and I can feel the real me in there trying to strangle the “bag girl” part. 🙂
Oh, by the way, Poems, I sent you an email! Your PM box link is in the upper left hand corner of the forum page. it’s the (_ new messages) thingy. Click it and it will take you to your own PM box. The links to the left work like a normal email. You did right with the button under my name too! But to read replies to your PM’s, you have to go through the little button up top to get to your PM box. 😀 Hope that helps a smidge. And welcome aboard!
What a lovely tribute to your mom, Poems! This is going to be one of the threads I visit when I get on here. I’m working on a few stories just for my pleasure–wouldn’t make a good writer under the stress of a deadline but sometimes a situation arises that brings up some memory in my past or stories I’ve heard and I have a story going. I need to be in that certain mood to write something–poetry or otherwise. This is going to be so nice to see what others will contribute! 🙂
Thanks all, for the kind words. I miss her.
On a lighter note, here’s a little poem-ette I wrote long ago, and a drawing to go with it. Back then I had a neat program that I could add my scanned images to my poetry but I haven’t drawn anything in a long while. Managed to take a picture of the whole thing out of a compiled poetry book I made, once upon a long ago (and another drawing bled thru this photo so it’s marred LOL). Back in the ‘day’, did anyone frequent the AOL poetry rooms? I miss those days.
~ Poems
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