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12-03-2014, 04:32 AM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Nights Like This

Some nights I think back on the love I felt for you, the longing for that love to be reciprocated, and it crushes me all over again. Some nights I remember looking up to you and knowing you were my world. Ever since the day I realized who you were, I have been crippled by my desperate need to be loved. Every time you made me feel rejected I learned that I wasn't worthy of love. Every time you told me I wasn't good enough I lost faith in my ability to succeed in life. Every time you left me alone I felt so lost and I developed a hatred of being alone. I needed you, I depended on you, and all you taught me was the pain of betrayal. Most nights I know that I am too old to hang on so tightly to the anguish of my past, but nights like this I lie here wondering if I will ever find peace.


Alone

I hate the darkness
I hate the cold
I'm feeling lonely
I'm getting old
And I've never been so alone
No one to turn to
No one to blame
Lost is my innocence
Lost is my name
And I've never been so alone.
So much sacrifice
And nothing to show
Gone are the joys
That I used to know
And I've never been so alone

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
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12-03-2014, 09:54 AM
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Origin Tales I
for DLJ

I remember the smell
And the cold indifference
Of the asphalt
Of the alley
And the detective
(He said he was, a detective)
Asking me,

"What happened?"

I remember my Father
Nebula
Leaving
My Mother, dark in her embrace
And I must have thought
Of change, of leaving, of my dark nest
And the parting of light

I remember my hand
Returning, bloody, from my face
And thinking
Why
Why do I remember
"Asphalt,
And alley?"

There was a river
And upon the surface
A disturbance
Where the light catches my eye
This river
That carries me
Silently
To its destination
Is still
Until
The rocks beneath...

The Officer
(Who assists the Detective)
Asks me
"Do you have a place to stay?
And I remember thinking,
They know
Amnesia
But they do not know.

Here I am,
Still
This must be
My place

The river, unconcerned
Undulates
The chaos that light illuminates
And I know my place
To observe
What becomes
Rather than what is.

I remember, standing
In a loud voice, decrying
it is not
What happened
It is
What will happen
When you force me
To remember.


She offered me coffee,
Funny that, to calm my nerves

The river carried me home
And a man once asked me
Before the first breath
What god must think.


And I am forced to answer,
Not as god, but as a man
That the first thing I remember
Is pain.

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12-03-2014, 07:43 PM
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^^^
I don't know why...
but, I'm crying
now.

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03-04-2014, 02:30 PM
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(04-09-2011 07:20 AM)Zatamon Wrote:  I have posted a couple of my poems on different threads and GirlyMan seems to like them, so I thought there may be other poets on the forum who would like to post something. It is difficult to jump into a thread with poetry, so I thought I would create one just for that purpose.

Let me start it off with one of mine and then hope that others will join in.

Saturn

The pale, pastel-pink globe,
embraced by jaunty rings,
on a vast, star-studded sky,
drifted, slowly,
across my viewfinder.

…Earth slowly rotated
under my feet,
summer-dawn breeze
gently ruffled my hair…

Saturn was there, immutable,
following its path of causes and effects,
and I thought of Galileo,
who laboured over a block of glass,
grinding it into a lens,
to behold the same planet…

…and, through a gap of four hundred years,
he and I
looked into each other's eyes.

That's amazing. I have never read a poem like that before. I want to post some of my poems but some have to do with love and I'm not sure if it should put it on here
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03-04-2014, 08:52 PM
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(03-04-2014 02:30 PM)Im_Alexis Wrote:  
(04-09-2011 07:20 AM)Zatamon Wrote:  I have posted a couple of my poems on different threads and GirlyMan seems to like them, so I thought there may be other poets on the forum who would like to post something. It is difficult to jump into a thread with poetry, so I thought I would create one just for that purpose.

Let me start it off with one of mine and then hope that others will join in.

Saturn

The pale, pastel-pink globe,
embraced by jaunty rings,
on a vast, star-studded sky,
drifted, slowly,
across my viewfinder.

…Earth slowly rotated
under my feet,
summer-dawn breeze
gently ruffled my hair…

Saturn was there, immutable,
following its path of causes and effects,
and I thought of Galileo,
who laboured over a block of glass,
grinding it into a lens,
to behold the same planet…

…and, through a gap of four hundred years,
he and I
looked into each other's eyes.

That's amazing. I have never read a poem like that before. I want to post some of my poems but some have to do with love and I'm not sure if it should put it on here

Feel free to post away. We have a lot of creative people here who enjoy sharing that kind of stuff.

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04-04-2014, 04:18 PM
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I wrote this. I love poetry. So much can be expressed through it.

Title: perfect melody
Such a swift sound.
Sitting listening to what is present 
From the wind blowing to the birds chirping and the children laughing.
Everything seems right 
As day falls to night 
Letting the melody fill the air
With the crickets, the soft breeze, and the mellow hoot of the owls.
The sun down, stars out.
The moon shining bright
Not any clouds in sight
Looking at a star I think of you. 
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05-04-2014, 05:36 AM
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(04-04-2014 04:18 PM)Im_Alexis Wrote:  I wrote this. I love poetry. So much can be expressed through it.

Title: perfect melody
Such a swift sound.
Sitting listening to what is present 
From the wind blowing to the birds chirping and the children laughing.
Everything seems right 
As day falls to night 
Letting the melody fill the air
With the crickets, the soft breeze, and the mellow hoot of the owls.
The sun down, stars out.
The moon shining bright
Not any clouds in sight
Looking at a star I think of you. 

That's very good. Thumbsup

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05-04-2014, 07:49 AM
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(05-04-2014 05:36 AM)GirlyMan Wrote:  
(04-04-2014 04:18 PM)Im_Alexis Wrote:  I wrote this. I love poetry. So much can be expressed through it.

Title: perfect melody
Such a swift sound.
Sitting listening to what is present 
From the wind blowing to the birds chirping and the children laughing.
Everything seems right 
As day falls to night 
Letting the melody fill the air
With the crickets, the soft breeze, and the mellow hoot of the owls.
The sun down, stars out.
The moon shining bright
Not any clouds in sight
Looking at a star I think of you. 

That's very good. Thumbsup

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05-04-2014, 04:41 PM
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Well here goes nothing

Autumn Lover

We sat in the bus you, i
and in the afternoon looked into each others eyes,
and saw: other worlds we would share

We sat in that bus, you and i
and in the afternoon looked in each others eyes,
and felt the warm soft sand of faraway beaches,
the breeze upon our faces

We sat in the bus you and i,
and in the dusk looked into each others eyes
and smelt the fragrance of a summer shower on
a grove of Jacarandas

We sat in that bus you and i
and in the dusk looked into each others eyes
and heard the crashing of waves upon the rocks
of a sleepy little fishing village

We sat in the bus you and i
and in the dark looked into each others eyes
and told each other why we should love,
and said: “good bye”

I sit in that bus, just me alone.
and silently sigh, in the autumn night i now
Walk the lonely streets
and farther away from, my autumn lover’s kiss

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29-04-2014, 04:16 PM
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I read a book recently called, "All Dogs are Blue" by Rodrigo de Souza Leao, a Brazilian author who died young in an insane asylum after spending most of his adult life there. I'd read other stories about mental illness, but they were always written from the point of view of patients who had recovered their sanity. Rodrigo never recovered, so his story comes to you out of the midst of his madness and drags you into his insanity. While reading, I found it necessary to take breaks to clear my head. It's one of the most interesting books I've ever read.
Now, to the reason for the poem. In his book I would come across poetic phrases that grabbed my attention and tickled my ears. When I finished the book, I went back and collected those phrases, re-arranged them, tweeked them a bit and added a few words of my own to create a poem. It's called "Fearsome Madman" after a character in the book. As a reader I'm not really sure whether the character was real, a hallucination, or the author himself (such is the nature of his writing).



Fearsome Madman
(from All Dogs are Blue by Rodrigo de Souza

Leao)


The wind cuts the midwife's knife,

cold uterine screams from another time.

The fertile spirit of modern madness

sees lost souls with no heaven in sight.


Loving friends he didn't have:

the smokey gods of lunacy,

so certain of lost defences

they're promoted to someone else's dream.


Looking for my self,

and finding pieces here and there,

things that melted away at the slightest touch;

deep within this world of mine.


I counted the stars in the sky

and didn’t see any.

A solitary raven pecked his eyes...

Everyone has nothingness.
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