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18-10-2014, 06:46 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
(12-10-2014 05:58 PM)earmuffs Wrote:  Found some songs I wrote ages ago, thought I'd share one to show the shit I used to write back in the day.

All That Matters - Muffs #1 ft Muffs #2

-Verse #1- Muffs #1
Some of my best days were spent with you.
You and me were a pair in a few.
Nobody else compared to you.
No couples compared to us two.
But I just couldn't get used too,
Being close to someone like that,
With all the affectionate tit for tat.
And it was too scary to me,
So I prefered to hide it so others couldn't see
And I know how you wanted to be free,
To express your loving,
Without me shoving,
You into the closet.
Every day I regret it.
But how could I cage such a beautiful bird,
You wanted to be free and your voice to be heared.
We arguged over that for hours on the phone.
And as I feared you went through it alone,
Because I left you to be on your own.
We grew distant which wasn't fun,
And I went to get my business degree.
You became a disowned son,
I should have been there for you that we can agree.
But I can't undo what has been done,
I just hope that one day you can see,
I was just a stupid kid and that...

-Chorus- Muffs #1
All I know is that I don't know much
But I know that much about growing up
When it means growing apart from what matters to you
All I know is how much I've been missing you...
From the, hanging out all day at Poland Park
To the, playing video games till it got dark
And I don't know if this song will matter to you
But the only thing that ever mattered was you

-Verse #2- Muffs #1
This is the part where I apologize,
For my outburst because I know you could have been with other guys.
I've never felt worst, you just wanted to hold hands while we were in town,
But I was never down.
I was too scared about other people's point of view,
When I should have only cared about being true to you.
And now living without you is what I've had to get used too,
Living without my boo.
You were the one that kept me balmy when it was cold,
It was suppose to be you and me till we got grey and old.
But I know it was my fault,
I threw it all away.
I'd rather hide these cards I've been dealt,
Too weak to speak up and have my say.
I know if I had your courage I would still have you today.
But I don't and I just walked away.
So I just wrote you this song today,
And I don't know if I should send it your way,
You've probably forgotten me now that you're living in the Bay...
Anyway I just wrote this song to say...

-Chorus- Muffs #1
All I know is that I don't know much
But I know that much about growing up
When it means growing apart from what matters to you
All I know is how much I'm missing you...
From the, hanging out all day at Poland Park
To the, playing video games till it got dark
And I don't know if this song will matter to you
But the only thing that ever mattered was you

-Verse #3- Muffs #2
I broke down when you did that too me
Took me a while to start living fully
These empty walls so haunt me
With a stare so dark and daunting
With the flash back of hugs and kisses why the fuck don't you want me
Because you did once but you just tossed me
Fucked up pretty quick and lost me
Bit my tounge when we met up for coffee
Wasn't even mad just wondered if you ever loved me
I don't wanna pick apart fact
But my pillow don't talk back
And I thought it was you and me for the long haul like that
But you packed up your bags and walked out the door
Now the moment has past and we've both matured
Excuse my apprehension but I couldn't be sure
I'm talking love, love has gone and went on it's way
With everything to lose but nothing to say
And while I meant nothing to you you meant everything to me
'Cause...

-Chorus- Muffs #1 & Muffs #2
All I know is that I don't know much
But I know that much about growing up
When it means growing apart from what matters to you
All I know is how much I'm missing you...
From the, hanging out all day at Poland Park
To the, playing video games till it got dark
And I don't know if this song will matter to you
But the only thing that ever mattered was you

The only thing that ever mattered was you

This is exceptional. Seriously. I enjoyed it so much. (teary eyed reading it)
Really moved me.

Be true to yourself. Heart
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18-10-2014, 08:09 PM (This post was last modified: 18-10-2014 09:41 PM by houseofcantor.)
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Antipode

Psalm 14:1-7King James Version (KJV)

14 The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, there is none that doeth good.


and the rains came
did not quench the flames
that was
my wife
my daughter
my house
what was washed away
was my life

my life for a dream
that I wake from
the bottom of a bottle
only to taste the rain
in the morning dew

and the rains came
ten years gone
to a field where the wildflowers grow
where a deed calls home
that life lives where I would die
the fool is the one who calls
God
from the hearts of men

living word
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20-10-2014, 10:07 PM
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I originally wrote this poem four years ago when I was still married. A huge thank you to DLJ for helping me mold it into the poem I really wanted it to be.


Lips
A fire in his eyes melts her skin
His heart beat echoes through her being
Filling her completely with a single touch
He wraps himself around her now
Breathe
Beep
He touches her face lightly, reassuring her
A thousand years or a single second
He hears her innermost thoughts
Tears, of hope or denial
She presses her lips to his
Beep beep beep
His eyes begin to fade
Fainter
Lighter
His lips melt away from hers
Beep beep beep
Beep beep beep
Morning
Alone
Mourning
She smiles a lie to a life unasked for
Another day, waiting
For another night, dreaming
Of a place she's meant to be‏
A place she'll never know

Swing with me a while, we can listen to the birds call, we can keep each other warm.
Swing with me forever, we can count up every flower, we can weather every storm.
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20-10-2014, 10:15 PM (This post was last modified: 20-10-2014 10:32 PM by CiderThinker.)
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
A couple of major depressives sat in a room in 2010 having not seen each other in about 3 years. It was a fantastic conversation and gave rise to this poem...


Scabs

I sit here kneading the scab on my thumb.
Exploring rough and ready contours and jagged boundary lines,
while I try to reconcile and heal the fact
the words won't write themselves.

Kneading the scab
enjoying it's beguilling itch
Needing but not wanting,
while I give meaning to our conversation.

Mutual respect through mutual terror,
recognising our own madness, accepting to each other.
No.
Reaffirming.
Sanity by the long road, through mirrors.

Like the scab best left alone to heal, we tore at ours.
Ecstatic annihilation to find the same wavelength.
And as we bled to each other I knew that long after the scab
I'll always bear a scar.


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23-10-2014, 03:47 AM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
A lot of really good poems here. I have one I wrote a few years ago, but I don't think it really compares xD

Brew

Cones of green and ears hued gold,
Earth's clear waters taken hold,
Rolling fire and steeping grand,
Hours on guard through storms and sand.

Confined to casket forty days,
Left to their polluting ways,
One trillion families finally dead,
Drowned themselves with solvent dread.

Cones of green and ears hued gold,
Freed from casket, pouring cold,
Raise a glass and praise the land,
Happy now with beer in hand.

[Image: sigone_zps207cf92c.png]

Leonard Nimoy
1931-2015
Live long and prosper.
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27-10-2014, 11:00 AM
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I wrote this for a friend of mine two years ago, who lost her bf in a car accident. She was struggling with her faith, at that time...



This Dance

Falling in the dark
Stumbling
Unable to catch my balance

Swaying to the distant melodies
We drip with anticipation
Hungry, but unfed

This wild ride
That winds around
Up and down
Colorful like a carnival

My head spins
Promises in the wind
That never come true

Your mouth meets mine
Frozen, I do nothing
This dance
This romance
Tell me it will never end
Tell me I’m not dreaming

Then, my world explodes
You are gone
Only fragments of you exist in my head
This dance
This romance
Vanishes…
Without a trace
Were you here at all?

He is in a better place
Heaven awaits
Say a prayer
Take care
And, The One will be sure to hear your despair

This ache, this suffering
It would be better to have never met you
Never loved you
This dance
This romance
Sifting through my hands, like a summer rain

Ah, but the heart never lets go
It winds around and holds tight
To even the mundane of all we shared
It won’t let me forget

This dance
This romance
This life
This pain
This suffering
This void
This… breakable heart o’mine

Tell God…I miss you.

Be true to yourself. Heart
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16-11-2014, 01:45 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Deluded Meaning

The biggest delusion that we embrace
is the one that deters us from greatness.
There is this meaning that we all chase
but many we find will be dismissed.

Not because they go against your true meaning
but throughout your life you change.
Your passions, ideas, wants, and needs, preening
and yet true meaning is deranged.

The idea of a true meaning is privileged
assuming self-importance of a being, supreme.
This delusion is somehow salvaged
through a prosperous religious scheme.

Worship Slaves
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25-12-2014, 11:30 PM (This post was last modified: 25-12-2014 11:54 PM by GirlyMan.)
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My kid was digging through the attic and found a bunch of old poems I wrote when I was a kid in the Navy some 35 years ago. Great present!

The Way of Men

The rain pelted his head
He cried out from thirst.
The fruit lay at his feet
His belly cried for food.
The mossy grass pushed througn his toes
His body cried for sleep.
The bison grazed in his field
His skin cried out for warmth.
The Word was present all around
His soul cried out for peace.
Man keeps searching everywhere
His God cries out in grief.

#sigh
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25-12-2014, 11:36 PM
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Dharma

Only when you have no thing in Mind and no Mind in things
Are you vacant, empty and marvelous.

To save Life it must be utterly destroyed.
When utterly destroyed one dwells for the first time in peace.

At one stroke I forgot all knowledge.
There's no point to rituals and disciplines.
For move as I will I manifest the Ancient Way.

#sigh
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25-12-2014, 11:43 PM (This post was last modified: 25-12-2014 11:47 PM by GirlyMan.)
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Apparently I went through a Haiku phase.

The thief
Left it behind
The moon at the window.


In walking, just walk.
In sitting, just sit.
Above all, don't wobble.


A fallen flower
Returning to the branch.
It was a butterfly.


Sleet falling
Fathomless infinite
Loneliness.

#sigh
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