Please share your poetry with us!

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   Mighty Momposted 14 years ago

   Please share your poetry with us!

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   darlingdisastersposted 14 years ago

   this is something I wrote while it was slow at work the other night.  it's nothing special:
   
   New
   
   Spinning, spinning, spinning.
   Can't stop these circles,
   Can't stop this racing.
   
   Heart is pounding.
   Breath is ragged.
   Time is fleeting.
   Butterflies are beating.
   
   New and lovely.
   The feeling is blossoming.
   It's like fresh air,
   Or a new lightbulb;
   The same, but not quite.
   It's a blood rush
   And a fleeing of pain.

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   Quilligrapherposted 14 years ago

   My Dad's Place
   
   Each day I drive past my dad's place.
   My respects I never stop to pay.
   Life drives me past at such a hectic pace,
   Like there's never enough time in the day.
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   It's a beautiful site for a manor:
   Green lawns roll for as far as eye can see;
   Wrought iron stretches between brick pillars;
   Arches, gates, asphalt roads inviting me.
   -
   
   The shrubs are all shaped, neatly trimmed and green.
   No signs of clutter, no trace of debris.
   As tidy and peaceful as ever I've seen:
   No disorder, not a leaf from a tree.
   -
   
   I recall, last time we parted, he smiled.
   Between us there was never much to say.
   Now I regret that. Even as a child
   Seems like never enough time in the day.
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   So now, each day, I drive past my dad's place.
   I see row after row of white granite.
   And I know as the tears stream down my face,
   One of those stones has his name on it.
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   -Quilligrapher

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   _cheryl_posted 14 years ago

   I wrote this poem called This Love....
   
   
   Empowers me, moves me
   
   Cool fresh ocean breeze
   
   Like calmness of raindrops
   
   Sweet honey in tea
   
   Further than the horizon
   
   Your love breathes
   
   Warm scent of vanilla
   
   Smooth soft velvet touch
   
   Your soul dances through me
   
   In one glance you’re my crush
   
   My comfort, companion
   
   Equivalent of me
   
   Robust and resilient
   
   Thrives successfully
   
   This love
   
   Constantly mounting to higher degrees
   
   Completely unparallel of anyones dreams
   
   A connection within
   
   Strong union is shared
   
   Affluent with pleasure
   
   Incredibly rare
   
   Undeniably grateful
   
   Incomplete paths have crossed
   
   Souls intertwined deeply
   
   Without love would be lost
   
   
   by Cheryl

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   H.C Porterposted 14 years ago

   The tears flow from the eyes of depression
   A deep red purple stains the ground
   The world becomes dark and heart becomes cold
   She tries to find a light in the darkness, but she only sees her shadow
   She remembers when she stood in the light and tries to recall when she fell
   But she can’t.
   She is exhausted by her thoughts and has lost any will to figure them out.
   Her sadness floats around like a lost drifting soul
   Misery is her companion, one which has no need to speak
   She no longer sees color,
   No longer hears laughter.
   She no longer tries to feel anyone or anything
   The tears are empty now-the world is a tranquilizing calm
   
   Nobody sees what she holds in her mind
   Nobody sees her curled up in the corner
   Nobody heard her cry.
   Nobody heard her beg.
   Nobody noticed when she stopped showing up, or checking in or following through
   
   What sadness it is to lose a life, it is so personal when it is your own
   She no longer wants the answers to the questions she once asked.
   She no longer believes in hope or in dreams
   She sits alone now in her eternal hell, never knowing, never realizing that the world is more that the shades of dust and gray.
   
   I see her sitting, as tears flow and deep red purple stains the ground.
   I helped her up from the corner
   I now know what she held in her mind
   Hold out my hand, hear her cry, feel her sadness in my soul.
   She no longer needs misery-I will help her speak
   
   Please don’t cry those empty tears
   I want to help you see.
   The world is a wind storm, of more than shades of dust and gray
   There is light on the darkest of days,
   Take my hand I will walk with you until you are able to find your own way.
   
   She no longer sits alone in an eternal hell.
   She sees color in the deepest shades of dust and gray.
   She feels her thoughts and sees her dreams, and I can hear her speak.
   -HC Porter

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   Janie Zavalaposted 14 years ago

   I'd like to share one of my poems. I'm a writer, I have a website www.janiepoetry.com
   This is Faith
   
   Faith don't desert me in my darkest hour
   Faith pick me up, for hope has abandoned me
   Faith come back to me, for I am in need
   I wish you to come to me in effortless fancy
   Swiftly and quietly, hurry I beg....
   For I fear that doubt surrounds me
   I have tried to do right and it has given me a broken heart
   So where do I start?
   I know I must pick up
   I know I must get dressed
   I know I must go on
   I am so tired, yet I can not sleep
   I am heart broken, yet I can not cry
   I give my troubles to you
   and I will wait for you
   to turn them into joy and light
   FAITH-
   
   Written by
   Janie Zavala

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   LeonJaneposted 14 years ago

   Answer your question with a hub?
   Pen poised and ready to fire.
   Please my fans and followers,
   something that I often desire.
   -
   Poetry gets a low hub score,
   something I can't answer why.
   Add a description of your work,
   increases the score if you try.
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   Now forget this silly little poem,
   race to my profile with zest.
   Click through my poetry hubs,
   let me know which one you like the best!

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   Telynisblessedposted 14 years ago

   Out of touch with the world...
   Trying to hide inside so I don't hurt.
   The little girl inside me with her mouth wide open
   screaming with grief and heartache.
   A soundless scream full of pain, broken dreams
   a house blown away by the storm.
   She's crying out to you. Why don't you hear her…see her…hold her.
   You don't want to look beyond your need, you left
   her behind.
   Who was there to teach her, her worth? Who told her
   she was special to them? Who showed her what
   a strong woman she would be?
   She looked to herself as she grew to be me.
   In spite of you I found my own worth. In spite
   of you I became special to someone. In spite of
   you I learned to be a strong woman.
   But, no matter the moments between then and now..
   that little girl that you left behind abandoned, hurting
   and alone cries out.
   Then out of the darkness He holds me. He whispers you are
   not alone. You are my child, I made you and I've been with
   you. Those times you cried I dried your tears, those times
   you wished your mama would see you I saw your pain. It's time
   to let go, I will take care of the ache in your heart. Don't
   grasp so tight to broken dreams..let it go and in it's place I
   will give you the stars. Your happiness is with me, I've made
   you and I will not leave you, you are my princess and peace and
   love is my gift to you. No matter what the world throws at
   you, good or bad I will provide you with the strengh to go on.
   Because, my love is everlasting and nothing can tear us apart...
   With a sigh I let go and just let God......

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