Open Poetry Forum

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   Lybrahposted 11 years ago

   I think it would be a good idea to share our poetry on here.
   Post your poem,
   It could be like a contest or something
   Anyone got any poetry to share?

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      frankieonfireposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      Yes! I'm ablaze with verse! Check out below or any of my hubs! Great to meet you Lybrah! Love to see other poets.

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      bizarrett81posted 11 years agoin reply to this

      I Know I Am Alive
      
      Like the tiny black fly on the big wide leaf
      
      I sit on the edge of my universe
      
      And contemplate everything.
      
      I feel the wind,
      
      I feel it-
      
      The tender brush of its rustling, unseen fingers,
      
      Fingers that can be cold enough
      
      And intrusive enough,
      
      To chill my bones
      
      I feel them and I know,
      
      I am alive.
      
      If I am still enough, I sense
      
      The earth’s mighty tremble
      
      Beneath my tiny feet
      
      As it hurls itself around the sun,
      
      through space and time
      
      I sense it-
      
      The spin of the planet,
      
      In its graceful arc around the sun
      
      Oh, you beautiful dangerous being!
      
      I sense it and I know
      
      I am alive.
      
      I can hear all the sound around me
      
      And inside of me,
      
      I close my eyes and I can hear it all,
      
      The cycles and sounds of the universe at work
      
      The creaking of the old bones of the trees,
      
      The echo of my heart
      
      Pounding in my ears
      
      I hear it-
      
      My bones creak with the trees
      
      In the winter rigidity
      
      The baby’s cry, always there,
      
      Always reminding me
      
      Of my responsibilities.
      
      Of my importance
      
      And I know,
      
      I am alive.

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         frankieonfireposted 11 years agoin reply to this

         Ah.. yes.. Sometimes life is just a series of footsteps one after the other until we get a pardon of relief. Well done.

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   ke7tchposted 11 years ago

   I have some. Would it be best to share by posting a link to my HubPage? Or should I just type it into this reply?

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      Lybrahposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      A link is fine, if you don't want to re-type it.

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   jhamannposted 11 years ago

   Stop by my Hubs and have a read,
   I hope my readers will be pleased.
   
   Jamie

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      Lybrahposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      I hope you'll check out mine, too!

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         Lybrahposted 11 years agoin reply to this

         Here's a poem I wrote yesterday:
         
                     The Choice
         I hoped I could have it both ways
         But the bible says it's not okay
         I must snap out of this daze
         and enter a new phase
         
         I chose Him over you
         I really wanted you, too
         He's got so much more to offer
         Move on to Him is what I must do.

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   Reality Bytesposted 11 years ago

   To each of us a destiny, to some of us a goal. Whatever makes us happy, whatever makes us whole. Keep your faith...

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   ahorsebackposted 11 years ago

   Maybe its your eyes or the way you
   speak  or your perfumed dance
   Maybe its the way I watch as you dress
   or the visions of chance
   
   But I will always walk up behind
   as you ask touching your hip
   And touch gently your shoulder as
   you ask me to zip
   
   But then once in a great while you
   might turn and smile as I do
   But instead of going up I go down
   and the zipper does too

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      frankieonfireposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      Oh! This is so racey!! I love it! A fun jumble of word play as you have your way

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      Beth37posted 11 years agoin reply to this

      <sigh>

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   frankieonfireposted 11 years ago

   I have plenty posted all over my profile page. Please feel free to read. I love an audience

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   Poetic Inkposted 11 years ago

   true strength is community
   Sharing
   Giving
   Caring
   
   true good is the people
   Loving
   Living
   Providing
   
   true happiness is you
   being real with
   family &
   friends
   
   life is truly awesome when people
   learn to connect
   collaborate
   & unite
   
   As
   one
   TRUE LOVE
   
   
   (Provide link attribution to our Poetic Ink hubpages community profile if anyone would like to share this poem elsewhere, otherwise it has an official copyright as of its submission to this forum.)
   
   © 2013 Poetic Ink Community

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      frankieonfireposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      Nice - You speak truth.

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   frankieonfireposted 11 years ago

   This is a nonsense poem I wrote as I was drifting into sleep.
   Hope you enjoy!
   
   Bob, Bob, Bob - Bobbing Bonnets Down The Mountain
   
   
   I tossed and turned and tumbled,
   Waiting all through the night and
   At half past the second twenty-second hour,
   With squinty blurry boogery eyes,
   I see the clock tick tock about my west dove housing tower.
   Its hour hand leaves plumes of thinning vapors –
   Spreading all into the air.
   
   Wait – and then you will see
   On this nights second twenty-third hours
   Tock
   As hands go clicking into a space
   that is their place at their pace -
   Ticking all above the square.
   
   There hanging;
   The small man.
   See as he screams shouting rants as
   All across the sky vultures dive and peck and screech hunger
   as they follow his rise and decent.
   
   Watching -
   As he hangs with forehead turning red
   and sheets of drench drip down
   From him.-
   
   He holds on fighting until the drop isn't too far at all
   at least past the second twenty-third fourth hour mark,
   On the Big Ben Clock in the middle of my west and south
   My stained glass ceilings made into
   A mural blown and colored
   In a panoramic burning of books and painted canvas.
   
   And The Large Eye - it
   follows as you stand in every corner
   about the room.
   
   He tightens grip
   And when it’s safe to drop – letting go of the second hand
   -counting something like 87 ticks-
   He jumps shooting into the cave filled with cages carrying all sorts of crooked things.
   
   Hiding behind the stalactites bright and drippy
   He shrinks from sight or smell.
   All of them charismatic and dramatic,
   Bashfully belying intent; a battery of batting eyes -
   Blue with blond lashes;
   Walk into the cave filled with baskets
   
   To withdraw their sages
   Until the end of the day.
   Down the long windy road they go,
   A herd of white bonnets bobbing down the mountain.
   
   Bob, bob, bob,
   
   Around the corner, down the mountain.
   I toss and turn
   
   Wait.
   
   I don’t have a west dove tower!
   No tower of any direction is there
   Above this lofty bed!
   I shout from atop.
   
   Run and fetch – I want my fruit and tree!
   I swear they look like mice.
   These servants serving me look like the singing mice of
   Cinderella from Disney tales.
   
   Wait – scratching head
   I toss and turn,
   And deeper into the night....
   
   Until buzz and beep and boing
   Bounce you out of bed
   Bob, bob, bob
   You bounce off to see the day.
   Bob, bob, bob
   
   Ouch!
   I stubbed my freaking toes reaching for
   the snooze
   snooze..
   
   Rubbing eyes.
   
   Bob… Yawn.
   Squinting eyes.
   The day is so bright.
   
   -Frankie Di'Incendio

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      frankieonfireposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      Oh ya! That's my poem! Infringe it and I'll chop off a hand!
      
      Have a wonderful morning all.

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   Pearldiverposted 11 years ago

   "Bob eh?" said Edmund Blackadder, "Ummm... Bob! That's a strange name for a girl!" 

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      frankieonfireposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      That's only because your British.. It's all the rage over here. Now if I made everyone call me Lord.. well then....THAT would be strange. ;-)

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      Poetic Inkposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      LOL, funny post Pearldiver

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         frankieonfireposted 11 years agoin reply to this

         Is he always so witty?

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    Poetic Inkposted 11 years ago

    I love life
    So Life surely loves me back
    Love at first sight
    
    

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    Stina Caxeposted 11 years ago

    I used to share my poetry on deviantart.com  I removed most of it, but I still have a few things there.  I am excited by this post though because I do love to share my poetry as it is my emotional outlet!
    
    I'd like to share something I wrote about having cancer.  In this poem I speak of "my love" as a symbol for a cure for the disease.
    
    Dreams and Disease
    by me
    
    Embraced infant-like night time naps
    As was brought forth fantastic fantasy
    It was heavenly happiness
    Dreaming of my love like my love was here
    Deception roused me, if only I'd known
    Waking up wouldn't have been an option
    
    Disorientation and fatigue are symptomatic
    The perfect pill that heals can currently kill
    Waiting for the poison
    Worse before better, near death before life
    Slow decay in the brain, forgotten feelings
    Slight sight sends my sleeping mind deeper
    
    Welcome delicious darkness it's been too long
    Enter me and induce the inability to feel
    Exhaustion defeats emotion
    I fear mornings wake as descending drift I take
    My dear dream disappears, he is nowhere near
    Married to misery, maybe this was meant to be

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    jansharesposted 11 years ago

    I share with you
    
    Because you asked
    
    Prefer you see
    
    My hubs amassed
    
    So visit me
    
    To see the rest
    
    I think that route
    
    For me is best
    
    Peace

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    Writermissposted 11 years ago

    Hope is like the flowers
    waiting on the sun to shine
    the rain for the rainbow
    me for you to be mine.
    
    Faith is knowing that something bigger than life
    oversees us all
    knowing that the sky won't fall.
    
    Love is the joy of hearing a baby's first cry
    the overflow in your heart
    the sole reason why...
    
    we Hope to have Faith in a Love that won't ever die.
    
    - N.Turner

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    maryke-polleyposted 11 years ago

    My silence
    
    My silence have been broken
    With more than a fiery blade
    My life feels like a token
    And me, I too started to fade
    
    Steel bars crept into my chest
    And so easily won my heart
    Did not even notice the lonely nest
    As everything in me was torn apart
    
    Time dances by
    As I hold my air
    As my thoughts seem to fly
    I died which does not seem fair
    
    Im tired and need rest
    And I cant go on
    Scary invested pest
    And I don’t know where I belong
    
    my silence - so silent

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    Reality Bytesposted 11 years ago

    I watched a video on Sixto Rodriguez, a musician from the 1970's.  I immediately fell in love with his lyrical abilities.
    
    
    Crucify Your Mind :
    
    Was it a huntsman or a player
    That made you pay the cost
    That now assumes relaxed positions
    And prostitutes your loss?
    Were you tortured by your own thirst
    In those pleasures that you seek
    That made you Tom the curious
    That makes you James the weak?
    
    And you claim you got something going
    Something you call unique
    But I've seen your self-pity showing
    As the tears rolled down your cheeks
    
    Soon you know I'll leave you
    And I'll never look behind
    'Cos I was born for the purpose
    That crucifies your mind
    So con, convince your mirror
    As you've always done before
    Giving substance to shadows
    Giving substance ever more
    
    And you assume you got something to offer
    Secrets shiny and new
    But how much of you is repetition
    That you didn't whisper to him too

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    Nikostratusposted 11 years ago

    A banshee cries out in the night,
    A fire casts its burning light
    The sidhe dance upon the windy moor,
    singing their ancient songs of lore
    
    
    Blood-red snow below our feet,
    The rope swings above our head
    Soon our ancestors we shall meet,
    We are swinging, swinging, we are dead.
    
    
    Ravens flock though the air,
    flying willy-nilly, without a care
    The lone wolf howls it haunting song,
    A final call, and then it's gone.

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    Nikostratusposted 11 years ago

    Is Prose allowed in this forum? I'd love to share something I had written years ago, entitled "I am the Fallen"
    
    I stand alone on the planes of War.
    
    The broken shields and broken bodies of my comrades lie in ruin.
    
    Here now lies Aetheris, a Shield Maiden of Tyr. A joy to behold in life, and a sorrow to see in death. Her faith and will was her sword of shield, as she slung spell after spell at her adverseries. Only when a blade plunged into her back did they cease, and did she fall to her knees and die.
    
    
    
    I kneel down and trace a Rune into the air above the fallen maiden. "Goodbye m'anam agus mo chroi" I whisper, before igniting the rune above her, cremating the remains of my fallen beloved.
    
    
    
    I stand up, and watch as the ashes fly upon the winds of Borealis. My face is devoid of any emotion, my heart shattered beyond repair. I feel a hand on my back and a kiss upon my bare shoulder. I turn back, and see that no-one is there. Only then do i smile, and look up to the Heavens where I shall soon be.
    
    
    
    Pulling my cloak further onto my bare back, i sling rune after rune at my Fallen brethren, sending them to the After-life with a sad sense of goodbye.
    
    
    
    I come to one of the last. My brother, Trsiel ab Cumhail, Necro-Mage of Soliaris. A summoner of the angry dead, he was. The herald who would send them beyond the pale when they had done their chore, when they had flung themselves at our enemies and feasted on the very marrow of their bones hungrily.
    
    His spellcraft was silenced in a bolt of blue energy. While we had fought, he had suffered and finally died by the wounds from the blue flames.
    
    I hold his charred hand and fill my emotions demand control. My older brother, 10 winters above my own 23, now laid dying. The man who had held me from birth, the man who had cared for me when our parents had passed away, was now out of my life.
    
    I was not able to bring myself to ignite his remains.. there was no strength. I gaze deep into his empty eyes, the lonliness becoming suffocatingly unbearable.
    
    He was the second-to-last of the Fallen Ones.
    
    I slide a dagger from a sheath on my arm, and gaze at the wickedly sharp blade in thought. My heart pounds, not in fear, but in anticipation. With one last look at the fields where we died, one last look to the oceans where we used to fish in and swim in as children, i tilt my head to the sky and smile as I see the souls of my brothers, my sisters, and my lovers waiting for me with a smile.
    
    I press the blade to my throat, and take one last breath. A single shudder runs through my body. My eyes close, and with one quick motion, my neck is torn by the dagger, from earlobe to earlobe.
    
    There is no pain.. I muster a smile as i feel the beginnings of my death.
    
    I lay beside my brother, and feel the exhaustion come over me. I close my eyes on final time, and hear my own death rattle.
    
    
    
    Now I am soaring above the clouds, the wind runs through my soul, and I laugh in pleasure of feeling so weightless, free of my mortal shell. Trsiel and Aetheris rush to greet me with kisses and pats on the back, my little sister, only 13 winters old, but an incredible Blade Dancer rushes me and embraces me.
    
    
    
    We stop, and I look back. A spell slips from my lips and i feel the fire surge through my veins. We smile as i gesture to my dead body, and my brothers dead body. We ignite in flames. We whisper a farewell as the ashes are carried away on the Arcadian Winds, and soon, are gone.
    
    We fade away, into the afterlife.
    
    
    
    I was the last, I am the Fallen

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    Ben Evansposted 11 years ago

    Grasp what you can.
    A daring wind is not silent.
    It cracks the sand
    and blisters your skin.
    
    
    A blue sky awakens
    a shy story never told.
    Hands are steady
    while quietly shivering.
    
    Did you really know,
    if you bite your lips,
    they will bleed
    and the blood is red.
    
    A dry desert can have an oasis
    or a concern out of dryness’s spite
    with a lifeless ambition
    wasted in sorry.
    
    The wind however
    feels its way
    and can quietly push you
    as it blows at your back.
    
    Come a little bit this way
    apart from your sights path
    because a striking appearance
    is just that a lure in repose.
    
    Watch the ant walk by
    and while the heat is hard
    it walks coolly
    as the sun bathes in the wind.

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    taburkettposted 11 years ago

    While others may protest and complain about the strong capitalist taxonomy.
    I realize that I must continue the fight for pursuit of happiness, life, and liberty. 
    I know the time has come, when I as one must choose my own destiny.
    Though many young and old have always told of American patriotic harmony.
    Can I be bold and join the ranks of American loyalists if I tremble endlessly.
    Yes, I can, because I am an honorable man, a reliable source  of dependability.
    The day draws near, when I must shed my fear, and select my future very wisely.
    The path I take for my fate is one where I must aspire to achieve concisely.
    For I stand tall with flag-wavers all, who respect and honor our freedoms fervently.
    No better land, can be found in this world, where people live so magnanimously.
    So generous, kind, and forgiving that all may live as they desire respectfully.
    This American man, born of this land, whose mother and father taught honestly.
    I will stand strong with unselfish thought and protect everyone in this land of fidelity.
    Because I am an American fighting man who knows that freedom requires loyalty.
    I choose to be proud of my American vow to fight for the freedoms so reverently.
    Now years have come and gone, but the freedom battle continues to always sway.
    I stand my post proud and strong, I pledge to preserve and protect each and every day.
    I live for peace but know it may never come regardless of my prayers and commands.
    Therefore, I will always be completely prepared for the confronted situational demands.

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    Nikostratusposted 11 years ago

    I am honored to share this forum with such talents.

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    ahorsebackposted 11 years ago

    When we make love she moans softly
    and cries .......squeals  and  then goes silent
    Yet I know I've done the best I can
    when she doesn't project much violence
    
    Shes an amazon she stands seven foot
    two and a half
    And she beats me like a red headed stepchild
    often  causing her to laugh
    
    What can I do ...WHAT CAN I DO
    she won't even turn me loose
    She demands  more than I can give
    why's is  she soo obtuse?

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