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Post by bunnypanda on Dec 3, 2004 16:45:00 GMT -5
I thought I would start a new thread to post poems and talk about poetry, because it seems many people here love poetry! I think we can post both our own poems and our favourite poems written by famous and non-famous poets. Since I started it, I am going to repost my Owen poem and another poem I wrote recently... ...Now please know that I am not thinking my poems are good They are not good, but I do love writing poems. Special thanks to Peak in Darien for telling me the joy of poetry Owen
Round, soft, deep, You Warm, you, a moment, Subtlety
Days and days One upon another I am older by the day But the feeling So gentle
Days and nights Longer and longer I get hurt every day But your movement So gentle
I have had wet rain on my wet cheeks My skin though is warm where you touched Drying it, then I remember my own body
Just the feel of Only the care of Connecting
I have had to count on you Just as I have had to tell you again and again just that I love youOut on the Square
You are walking, you are made to walk You are thinking, you were born to think How long have I waited?
Looking into your eyes, seeing the shades, Shaking the images, knowing the depths How much have I said?
Oh your cheeks resembling the pink petals of cherry blossoms I beg, do not let your insensitive fellows wet them
Pains are like stains Sinking deeply into you Never really leaving you They like to burden intelligent brains
Look at them Be grateful for them For, though they stay, You will see beyond You will stand beyond
Blessed are the ones with the waves Waves of emotions Tides of aches Having them, wanting to know them, Knowing them, letting them touch you
Let me be around you So that you will look up See, you are walking yourself You are not made to walk You are on your feet On the road you know best
And soon you will be out Out on the Square
The Square is where liberty lives For independent lives Where people gather Where minds wonder I ask, why let them talk for you When you can talk for yourself
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Post by hurltomato on Dec 3, 2004 17:22:37 GMT -5
I am so sadly lacking in the poet's arena, that I apppreciate any and all offerings by talented others. I have always envied their unique frame of reference with regard to poetry/prose and would like to emphasize Wilson Freak's most recent offering of the poetry internet contact... She has introduced an access that gives opportunity to those with a talent test and site to introduce offerings. Please take advantage of her knowledge. http:///www.poetry.com/
Thanks Wilson Freak & Bunny Panda. This unique interest deserves it's own thread. New board visitors may appreciate ready access.
Thanks WF & BP-
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Post by venusinscorpio on Dec 4, 2004 6:45:23 GMT -5
Your poems are beautiful BP. You have a unique style. Thanks for sharing them ViS Just wanted to add I love the second one.
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Post by WilsonFreak on Dec 4, 2004 11:30:24 GMT -5
Poem of a Daughter's Love My Mom died of cancer. She was so loved and sweet A bright, shining light. I miss her Ache for her. She is with me, She seems so near, and we talk Sometimes, in my dreams at night. I hate that disease It ate away at her body. But her spirit grew stronger, Nearer to God, Out of pain's darkness, to His sweet Light. Time with Mom was so special Our clasped hands a line to joined hearts. One day, we'll join again In God's Heavenly sight. Lisa Bell Copyright ©2004 Lisa Marie Bell I wrote this sometime after my Mom died. We were so close. It has been hard, but I'm getting through. It makes me so happy/sad when I see other women with their Moms..............I miss mine! I hope you enjoy this poem.
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Post by WilsonFreak on Dec 4, 2004 11:47:13 GMT -5
Hello Again!!
Here is the poem I wrote for my Dad about a year after I wrote Mom's. Unfortunately, my Dad and I weren't that close, and I have always looked longingly at those girls who had a close, fun relationship with their Dads. I know that is one of the reasons that I love the Wilsons so much - they have helped me through the times when I need to see a loving male figure.
Please enjoy!!
Remembering Dad
Like many Dads, mine was hard to know The word Love was never spoken Sometimes I wondered if he did love us I know now, when I think about how He always provided for his family Always, and I miss him. I miss the good things he did And there were many good things.
Now that he's gone, I realize how much work he did around the house Painting, repairing, cutting the lawn And I think of his love for birds He loved watching the birds He fed them and listened to their songs And he made sweet little houses for them And as fixed and painted his family's house He fixed and painted his bird-houses.
I know the birds must miss him too, like I miss him.
Lisa Bell
Copyright ©2004 Lisa Marie Bell
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Post by lotus on Dec 5, 2004 7:33:37 GMT -5
BP and Wf, Your poetry is wonderful. I just love them. I am not great at writing poetry but I may take a jab at it sometime. HT can write and I will look forward to looking at some more poems when I stop by again.
Keep smiling! ;D *hugs*
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Post by venusinscorpio on Dec 5, 2004 10:54:38 GMT -5
WF, my father was something similiar to yours! He loved birds and kept them and was great with flowers and animals. (Also hard to get to know). Here's a poem Peak got me into: On first looking into Chapman's HomerMuch have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demense; Yet did I never breathe it's pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then I felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific-and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise- Silent, upon a Peak in Darien.
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Post by bunnypanda on Dec 5, 2004 13:07:01 GMT -5
Thank you WF for posting your lovely poems here! Your Mom and Dad must be very happy to read them and proud of you.
Thank you for posting one of PiD's favourite poems, ViS! That is by John Keats, isn't it?
Here is another John Keats PiD told me about. This is absolutely beautiful.
Sonnet: To G.A.W.[/i]
Nymph of the downward smile, and sidelong glance, In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely? When gone far astray Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance? Or when serenely wand’ring in a trance Of sober thought? Or when starting away, With careless robe, to meet the morning ray, Thou spar’st the flowers in thy mazy dance? Haply ’tis when thy ruby lips part sweetly, And so remain, because thou listenest: But thou to please wert nurtured so completely That I can never tell what mood is best. I shall as soon pronounce which grace more neatly Trips it before Apollo than the rest.
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Post by Burnett2 on Dec 6, 2004 5:52:18 GMT -5
BP, WF and VIS all these poems are beautiful. Thanks for sharing them
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Post by venusinscorpio on Dec 6, 2004 12:47:39 GMT -5
BP, Yes that poem I posted is by Keats, forgot to mention that! ;D
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Post by lotus on Dec 8, 2004 19:44:39 GMT -5
That's lovely Peak. You have a true talent. ;D
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Post by venusinscorpio on Dec 12, 2004 6:46:03 GMT -5
Here's a poem from one of my fave writers, Elizabeth Bishop. (I don't really write poetry myself, I'm more a prose writer)
Late Air
From a magician's midnight sleeve the radio singers distribute all their love-songs over the dew-wet lawns. And like a fortune teller's their marrow-piercing guesses are whatever you believe.
But on the Navy Yard aerial I find better witnesses for love on summer nights. Five remote red lights keep their nests there; Phoenixes burning quietly, where the dew cannot climb.
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Post by venusinscorpio on Dec 14, 2004 11:42:20 GMT -5
Hi Peak, There's lovely imagery in that poem, but Sylvia Plath is in a league of her own anyway . Burnett2, thanks for your comments on our offerings ;D
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Post by Nana on Dec 14, 2004 12:41:03 GMT -5
Hi Gals,
I'm loving this thread You're all so talented and oh so well read
I'm gonna go look for some of my poetry never posted before
And for this night I wish you all well and bid you farewell
NanaBee
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Post by venusinscorpio on Dec 14, 2004 15:18:45 GMT -5
Ah, that's so sweet, NanaB ;D
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