How about a Poetry Thread?

[prr2freya]

Any Wrecked & Bonkers out there want to share their poetry or just like reading other people's momentary expressions into the human psyche?

eh? ... eeehh??

What better place to do this. If it has already been done.. well... I haven't seen one yet so let's play!

Ok. I'll go first... and then someone else share a poem... if no one else shares a poem I'll just let the thread die. If other people share poems I'll keep sharing to bump the thread. Ok, here's an older one:

Inner Vision

Sometimes we all feel lost.
Lead by our inner vision, with blindness.
Narrow in our seeming vastness.
Inner sight can shadow outer seeing.

Slight feelings of sorrow can begin
The cycle of darkness that comes and goes
By the tide of the sea of human emotion.
And our inner vision responds.


From intimate sorrow to outer chaos.
They emerge in response to our hearts.
Our inner vision then makes us wonder..
Why bother? Why bother at all?


Slight feelings of questing can begin
The cycle of hope that comes and goes
By the tide of the sea of human emotion.
And our inner vision responds.


From intimate feelings to outer understanding.
Truth emerges in response to our hearts.
Our inner vision then opens to the universe;
Because it is everything. And/or nothing at all.


Slight feelings of fullness can begin
The cycle of “Being All” that comes and goes
By the tide of the sea of human emotion.
And our inner vision responds.
~Freya (4/3/2003)

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Anybody else?? Any subject will do

... emo... happy... nostalgic, creeeeeeepy.... !!? I'll show you mine if you show me yours

[Grandma Cas]

Great idea Freya, loved your poem. Here's one of mine.

The Waiting Game

Survivors pain is never seen
while we play our waiting game
It’s locked inside denied a voice
as it twists and turns and maims

Two steps forward one step back
is how we play our waiting game
Longing to walk in peace and love
with the fear and anger tamed

The scars run deep the healings hard
when we play our waiting game
We fight our battle from darkness to light
till the way ahead is plain

We don’t need to forgive them
while we play our waiting game
We just need some loving care
as we travel through our pain

The wheels of time grind slowly
while we play our waiting game
As fear dies, we learn to live our life
and gently find ourselves again

© Carol Wills 1992

[prr2freya]

That was very nice.. Thank you soooo much for sharing! I like how the positive is played at the end.. I like to do that as well. Poetry can be so healing just in the act of expressing...

I have some with similar thoughts... Let's see here... what to choose... It's hard to choose to be able to follow with what you had~_*.. Lot's of poetry about surviving for sure.

If life is just a masquerade to bare
Facade so thin it’s barely there
Why feel the flames of sunshine’s grace
Or fall into a lover’s warm embrace


Why frequent places bringing joy
If abundant pleasure begins to cloy
When looking on through somber eyes
A life much lived through darkened skies

Why have faith in spirited dreams
All frayed and tattered at the seams
When past and present have no thrill
When life’s a swallowed bitter pill


Though pounding rhythm beats thy chest
Night brings the wayward heart to rest
It aches not from daylight’s insecurities
But from the touch of mortal surety


In the darkness there is a knowing
In velvet touch life’s river flowing
Without a moment’s hesitation
Fraught with ardent aspiration


Give ear to heart song’s words intently
Use sleep’s embrace to guide you gently
There is a beauty in life’s ugliness
If you desire to persist



~Freya Moon (10/18/07)

I am so glad someone responded! I hope others share too.. Or just give feedback to those who do Love poems... slightly naughty poems... creepy , weird.. limericks .... haikus you have done... anything!

[Grandma Cas]

Freya, thank you, for your lovely comments on my poem & yes I think we all have a survivors poem inside us. I guess don't really consider myself a poet, however, I do like to write & I have created a lot of name poems for family & friends.

Your poetry is amazing so full of meaningful insight & I couldn’t help but notice you said ‘what to choose’ which I take to mean you are a long time poet & have written quite a few... so thank you for sharing too. I’ll have to dig around & find some more I’ve done.

Before I came on here tonight, I was watching a TV programme about children reciting poetry in a competition. It was so nice to see them reciting some of the old favourites I learnt as a child like ‘The Listener’ by Walter De la Mare & ‘Sea Fever’ by John Masefield, boy did they take me back, I got all nostalgic for my school days... which reminds me... I wrote this about my grandma...

GRANDMA

Why do we only get Grandma’s
when they’re getting old,
Grandma’s give big cuddles,
and never, never scold.

They have more time to listen,
and they know it isn’t fair,
That Mummy has to work today,
not take you to the fayre.

Grandma’s keep your secrets,
you can tell them anything,
Like when your best friend hates you,
and how it really stings.

You can talk about your first love,
and what’s inside your heart,
Because they have more time to listen,
and they’re truly very smart.

Grandma’s always praise you,
and love the things you do,
They know you always do your best,
and that you love them too.

I’m going to keep my grandma,
with me till I’m old and grey,
I have such fun with grandma,
when she comes to stay.
© Carol Wills 1998

[prr2freya]

Awwww! What a lovely poem about grandmothers ~_*

Ok.. here is a short one that is in the shape of a lantern (sort of) Looks more like a chess pawn.. I'm weird.. I like shapes sometimes from words. lol

love is
the beautiful
ache of frustration
without any expectation
as you’re staring into eyes
that make your head buzz
while at the same time
being blessed by
the feeling
of a voice
so familiar
it can lift you
for a moment
illuminating darkness
of a slowly rotting heart
gaining a sense of comfort
just knowing they are there

~Freya Moon
(April 2007)

[Mary Kay]

You asked for it!
There once was a marlboro man
He threw his butts in the can
Now he's totally clean
Vaping on a P.V. in green
But his billboard career's on the lam.

[prr2freya]

You asked for it!
There once was a marlboro man
He threw his butts in the can
Now he's totally clean
Vaping on a P.V. in green
But his billboard career's on the lam.

hahahaha!!!

yays!

[Siobhan]

Love that one Cas....reminded me that I'm still very fortunate to have my Nana...she's almost 99. I spent a lot of time with her as a child as my mother was quite ill.

Here's a bit that I wrote for her...

Teatime

Phonics and misdrawn sixes
Flitter over checkered tiling
Suspended on the scent
Of that day’ s bake
Small things in the eyes of a frantic world
Small things caught up in teacups
Teacups warmed by conversation
China painted with bone strong violets
Teacups from which to guide the future
Augured upon shapes of the past
Teacups to fill inexhaustible tides
Sip by sip
I have been given
The most important parts of my life
Over kitchen tables and tea

[Grandma Cas]

Love that one Cas....reminded me that I'm still very fortunate to have my Nana...she's almost 99.

Thanks for the comment Siobhan, I wish I still had my grandma but, seeing as I'm 63 she'd be about 122...lol

[prr2freya]

Sip by sip
I have been given
The most important parts of my life
Over kitchen tables and tea

Wow... nicely worded

I no longer have any surviving grandparents. Lost my last one a few years ago when I was 30 I never lived near them, so did not have their presence in my life on a regular basis..