Do You Write Poetry?

[scalem X]

If only

Lend me your skill
Lend me your passion
Induce me
Inspire me

Your tender body,
so fragile to preserve
Your radiant talent
so, unatainable

Do tears summon you?
oh fearie, oh muse



As you can imagine I wrote this, because poetry isn't my thing. There are various reasons: I'm a structure-minded/rational person, which makes it hard to put emotions into words in an irrational way that is poetry. Secondly, my ineptness in the English language. And third, I can only write poetry when truly inspired and well it's a little downtime in my life on the emotional part, if you grasp my meaning, hence the poem's subject.

[Tamageta]

Actually, that's quite good! Simple but good, especially the last two lines. You are too modest.

Here's another one by me, no title yet, needs a little fleshing out.

You're so quick to say others are
beautiful;
You are too easily inclined to declare someone
lovely:

Your generous soul colours them in
shades they scarcely deserve;
Your kind heart is slow to blame anyone.

Instead you point to yourself;
think yourself weak, ugly, 'a bitch', not worth bananas.
Why can't you see the goodness and beauty
you carry as naturally as a flower hold dew?
Why can't you see that your smile and voice
are like water poured over dry rocks?
Why cannot you see the shape that your eyes
like cool firebrands
have imprinted on my soul!

S., if you can't declare yourself lovely,
let me do it.
Phia, if you cannot confess yourself
beautiful,

I will.

[scalem X]

Tamageta, it's nice how the layout and structure suggests a message one to one and it really builds up well.

[daisybee]

A ball of blazing fire
A shard of broken glass
All hate and spite and fury
All laughter, smiles and sass

So big and wild and crazy
So scared, unsure and lost
You never took the safe route
You never worried at the cost

Unkind, unforgiving , unruly
Understanding, unfettered, unchained
You saw both good and bad in me
You loved me just the same

It seems the world is grey now
It makes me want to scream it
I want to grab each person
I want to know why they can't feel it

A life is lost forever
A life that pulsed and throbbed
I am empty, vacant, broken
I am shattered by my loss

All that spirit, grace and beauty
All that anger, hurt and pain
How can you just be no more
How can I ever feel again

Inside I am a vacant space
Inside I know you're gone
I want to let the whole world know
That you were loved, and love lives on

Wrote this a while ago now- I'm not trying to be a poet, but some things are easier to say in the form of a poem so sometimes I write them when I have to get the stuff out of my head.

[scalem X]

Wrote this a while ago now- I'm not trying to be a poet, but some things are easier to say in the form of a poem so sometimes I write them when I have to get the stuff out of my head.

See that's what I find so awfully difficult about composing poems. I usually have nothing to tell and just try to hang on stuff on structural things (same letters to start, rhyme etc.), I usually lack the feeling that should be contained underneath. That is why I envy a lot of people who write poetry and can easily divert from structure, just because they feel 'it'.

Dark desperate
An angel cries
Rallying hordes
Killing and worse

[mirinda]

daisybee that was a beautiful poem. Really you have alot of talent!

[daisybee]

Originally Posted by scalem X

See that's what I find so awfully difficult about composing poems. I usually have nothing to tell and just try to hang on stuff on structural things (same letters to start, rhyme etc.), I usually lack the feeling that should be contained underneath. That is why I envy a lot of people who write poetry and can easily divert from structure, just because they feel 'it'.

Dark desperate
An angel cries
Rallying hordes
Killing and worse

I never plan on writing a poem, it's the way I've expressed myself since I was little that seems to be my version of keeping a diary...*shrug*

I like what you did with Dark, if you are trying to write a poem forms like that are a good way to get started. I start with the first line...and I never edit them or go back. That's not what my poems are about, although sometimes a hook falls into place whilst you write which makes you think hmm.

Here I'll do dark:

Damned and unforgiven
Are the souls
Rushing hellbound
Kicking and screaming.

Or something. Write what you feel.

[daisybee]

Originally Posted by mirinda

daisybee that was a beautiful poem. Really you have alot of talent!

Thank you.

[Frank menser]

Something to share here that I wrote for a friend whose friend was dying.


AS I DIE SOFTLY….by Frank Menser

Do you know me here this evening,
With the lights all filtered down?
Did you kiss me with the knowing,
Or was the secret still not found?
Did you cry then when they told you,
And did you think it me?
We danced the dance as strangers,
Drew the shades and shared the passion.
Sealed the end with all our loving,
Closed the door on what we’d be.
I do not know the reason why,
The kingdom of our birth,
The rich and glowing Africa
Should see the Devil first.
From the land that was our cradle,
To the land that be our grave,
I look but find no reasons,
For the theft of life it gave.
Do you know me here this evening,
As you go into night?
I sit and share this journey,
Caught between the wrong and right.
Half Leper and half martyr,
With no one seeing me.
Are we just pawns of judgment,
Or do we just bear the shame?
Please help me know the reasons.
Please softly say my name.

[scalem X]

Deep and really well written, envy rising once more. For the skills that is...

[daisybee]

That was beautiful and heart breaking. The repetition of Do you know me here this evening is so poignaint.
My heart goes out to your friend.

[Frank menser]

I wrote this back in 1995. Obviously, the subject (AIDS) was quite controversial then - more so than now. As in the poem, the friend died. The other, whom I cast as narrator, moved west and I lost track of her.

The poem it self has never appeared in any magazine as I felt it was too serious and personal to sell. Instead I have posted it to share on various forums like this one.

~Frank

[HardScienceFan]

To cast off this mortal shell,
to soar,without Earthbound chains,
and escape this place in which we dwell,
this funeral pyre of pains,
light up again,leaden skies,
let us gaze upon horizons vast,
perhaps then you and I,this iron vice
will belong to the past,
and there will be
peace at last
and gone the unheeded cries

Ben
Spur of the moment thing,just wrote it,sorry to inflict this on you all

[Frank menser]

Hardly an infliction...it has an honesty and eloquence that are appealing.

~Frank

[daisybee]

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Tell me that I'm not alone,
In feeling kind of scared
That life is rushing by me
I am me - yet undeclared.
I haven't burned as brightly,
As I once thought I might
I'm now blurry, incoherent
Not bold and brave and bright.
My voice is one of many now
That echo in the dark,
Looking for salvation
Trying to make our mark,
In a world that's full to bursting-
Where very few will stake a claim,
Upon a world that's ever turning,
We are the picture - it's our frame.
I don't want to be remembered,
But I'd like memories of my own
Of a life that sang, that danced
That soared, not a chance I'd blown.
I want to see the desert,
Want to bathe in clear blue seas,
Want to stare in wide eyed wonder
At the tallest oldest trees.
Want to watch the waves in anger,
Want to taste an unnamed fruit
Can I get permission please,
To walk a different route.
This path I'm on is not enough
The job, the flat, the stress,
Of penny pinching servitude
Of feeling less and less-
Connected to the universe
Which scares me more and more,
I am here, and I am searching
I just don't know what for.

Thought I'd post an old one of mine..because I still feel this way most of the time. Anyway, it's not the most poetic of pieces I guess, but it's what I felt when I wrote it.

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