A poem a day
I'll try to post a poem once a day... i may miss days at a time, but i'll try not to.
---------- Fear Of a confrontation to come Anger At tears that come too easily Fear Of eyes like daggers that cut too deep Anger At allowing the daggers to get close Fear That numbs the mind Anger A doorway that brings tears readily Fear and Anger Tumbled together in his presence, Stealing phrases thought of long before, And destroying a dam built to keep the flood of tears at bay. Wrote this about a fear of talking to my father a few years ago. |
sorry i already missed a day, but here's a series of poems that i wrote.
A family grows Separate groups are combined A coven grows strong Lies and betrayal Pulled a family apart Caused separation A family torn Made into many pieces The start of an end Defensive lines drawn Wars fought against one member Refusal to change An end to patience One member looses allies Hope lost to despair |
here's for yesterday... a free style poem i wrote in high school aboput something i was going through.
Trust [COLOR="Silver"]A thing, when broken, is hard to build. Trust What you hope to have between Friends... Lovers... And family. Trust Broken by lies. Trust A strong yet fragile thing. It can withstant time... Lifetimes... And death. Yet with a single, simple act can be destroyed. Trust. ---------- And for today... This I wrote in middle school: Empty I close my eyes and… Nothing. My mind was wholly… Empty. I opened my eyes and… The feeling was still there. I couldn’t think of any thing… Except the empty feeling… It was the Empty. It wasn’t bad, but not good. Not light, but not dark. It was a greyness, A nothingness, Like there was nothing and nobody. A void inside of me. |
Wrote this in middle school as well... rather liked it. Nature is here In my tree It's as if I am part of the tree I won't fall I am eternal as this willow I can be cut down But i will rise up again Stronger than before I have one weakness as does the willow Mine is fear of my father Fear that grows like a wildfire A wildfire that consumes me as it does my tree Yet even when we are consumed We rise up from the ashes Stronger than before No matter what we suffer, we rise from it stronger and Stronger and STRONGER I am forever there Weither in body or in spirit My spirit grows with every trial I am Forever I am the Willow |
I'll post something for today and tomorrow, tomorrow... i worked a 12 hour job and am brain dead.
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so... been busy... don't really want to post 6 original poems to make up for it, but i think I'll post a relatively long unoriginal poem and a short original.
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What is Rarely Seen Through an archway, A shining glen is seen. Where colors gleam, And effervescent forms flit from leaf to branch. The beauty in nature Blooms in their wake. The majesty of this place beckons, But, when one reaches forth, The light fades And all that can be seen, Is what was always there. The portal is closed. For it was only meant to allow a glimpse, A glimpse into the Fae, A glance to renew faith that is all but lost. |
Missed a few again... here's a poem someone showed me and a new original one.
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the original poem is forthcoming. |
I'm sick and been busy and can't think right now, so here are a few poems to tide anyone who is listening over.
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here is a Shakespearean monologue from A Midsummer Night's Dream...
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A burning sweetness
Poured over and in between Seeping into crevices Leaving sticky trails Played with all along the surface Leaving golden patterns Bringing ecstasy with every taste. Don't you love honey? |
I think that if no one starts commenting on here, then I'll just drop the whole thing... i was hoping for feedback on my poetry. so, either my poetry is no good, or no one is reading my thread. I was hoping for comments on my poetry so that i might be spurred on to write more, even if it sucked. because negative feedback is just pointers on what can be improved on. but getting neither good, nor bad means that my poetry is not memorable, and neither is it something to catch the eye.
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I love your poems, very good :D
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Thanks... I haven't been on for a while, but I think I'll try posting poems again.
---------- A thrumming beat A playful melody A dancing light All to create All to entertain All to enrapture A brilliant stroke A devilish smear A scribbling line All to catch All to enlighten All to capture A careful thought A fighting word A wandering eulogy All to drive All to concieve All to assure |
I wrote this in middle school for a class project.
Willow Nature is here In my tree It's as if I am part of the tree I won't fall I am eternal as this willow I can be cut down But i will rise up again Stringer than before I have one weakness as does the willow Mine is fear of my father Fear that grows like a wildfire A wildfire that consumes me as it does my tree Yet even when we are consumed We rise up from the ashes Stronger than before No matter what we suffer, we rise from it stronger and Stronger and STRONGER I am forever there Weither in body or in spirit My spirit grows with every trial I am Forever I am the Willow |
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