Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread

I like poetry

Beautiful poetry
I wrote one about people who call me and complain about there terrible lives and then when i give them lifechanging advice i.e go to jesus, they turn around and say there fine and life is happy

Is this all you ever hoped for?
Is this all you ever dreamed?
is this
when you were a child always hoped to achieve
is this the plans you've sketched out in the whispers of your past?
Is this the day you've wanted to live as if it was your last?

Did you dream about broken?
Did you dream about insane?
Did you plan for hopelessness
and infinite days of rain?

Did you strive for failure
intend on giving up
did you bleed for sorrow
or did you reach for disrupt?

Copyright - K.W

Sonnet:




Nobody wins it,the battle is won
They have been defeated,the enemy
Although it has ended, it has begun
To those who have been blinded, now you see
Now the begining, of what is in store
Fulfilled is the legend, of destiny
To live without knowing, will be no more
The one who has done this, is nobody
It has taken us all, to win this fight
Sleeping no more, awaking to power
Broken the spell, we move into the light
Through time and space, we know not the hour
Nobody is one, the one we become
For when we are joined, we rule this kingdom

As a child I grew up on my grandfather's tales of World War,
His account crawling deep into my unconscious
Where I eventually lived for several years.

These stories built before me unnoticed until I was older,
Maybe mid-30's,
When suddenly my life started unwinding quickly -
A sudden pull of the string that nearly left me lifeless
In the streets of Las Vegas.

I didn't hear their leaves stretching out beneath my feet.
Time passed without their flowers on my earlobes being felt either.

The slow ticking of time, 37 years long...
37 years...long. Why now?

In a flash I woke up suddenly, back in the cozy confines of a repossession.
In life's darkest corner,
In my darkest moment of striving for the Light
He came.
And suddenly the colors came alive in every story my grandfather had told me.
Everything
Made
Sense. Again.

The Light shone brighter still.

I felt so ashamed of myself that I washed myself clean again. A second baptism.
And He was pleased with me,
Insomuch that my heart has leapt within me at the Promise of the Eternal.

And still I reach this impasse -
Not knowing the end from the beginning.

We always walk alone in each other's stories.
Alone with ourselves - these bodies that make us human.

I look forward to the next turning of the page...

Sparklers/Bottle Rockets
By Electric Koolaid

It's as if God lit this fuse
Blasting red-hues
Conceived in a twisted yarn,
Burning white like ebony
In a slow-consume;
Casting strobed shadows,
A long caterwaul of silhouettes
Ebbing in the dark light;
Trapped in their descent
The ash slowly builds beneath it,
Life burning away moment-by-moment
As one sun sets, a sunrise begins
Elsewhere
Just as the fuse reaches critical mass
And the firework lights
Making its way into the Heavens
Exploding into all its glorious intent.

True story (mine):

BOB

He saw in her a future wife
But that had been another life
She left the first so she could grow
To a second union she must say no
He begged and pleaded and ultimated
He wined and dined her til she was sated
He said, promise me in future years
When she refused, he was in tears
She said, I can't promise, I may never
But let's stay lovers and friends forever
Goodbye, he said, as he walked away
If you change your mind, call me
Then I will stay
A few months later as she enjoyed her life
She saw him walking with his brand new wife.

copyrighted: mmmoore

i will make a space
and mark it off in careful squares
and plan a dream
godlike
here shall a garden grow

Nice.

this is absolutely beautiful.

i prefer to write poetry that is uplifting
but the sands have been shifting here beneath my feet
beneath the lands where i have been standing standing
still and so i ran
i ran so fast and i ran straight for the garden
so far it seemed from me
and from this world of corrupt deeds
never mind the distance just run
and haven't you ever wanted to run just run
like the lioness on purpose
and all that is and all that was
becomes a blur on the surface of the string
i'm sure that time swings
and i arrived
in my beloved garden
between the one two trees
yet no sooner did i begin
to take my joyful breath
but was i plucked straight out of there
and set down outside the gates
the voice was not unkind when it said
"no child, you must wait"
just fucking great i said
not to be offensive
but here i am so far from home and no fences
to divide or follow
forgive me as i just sit and not think
not think even one little bit
and haven't you ever just wanted to sit
to sit and stare your way out of here
so i sat and i sat and i would be sitting still
except a deaf cat came by to instil
the art of remembering
what i tried to deny
the sorrows of this world are just so big
for the crying
shames
and the ignorant
games
we play
i've played and i've gathered my share
of tokens and pains and i've tried rearranging them
so they would somehow suffice
but wouldn't it be nice
if the chains could be broken
and misspoken truths would be healed.
where's the hope sister
and where went my brother
and do you think we'll all get to laugh with each other
someday
for real
because something is real. isn't it?

hope this poem doesn't read the way i feel
anyway just keep the loving going
it builds up the feel good fields
and helps these our poor souls grow.

I really enjoyed your word-play in this a lot! I think that real art should sting a little and lift a little. Real art to me does touch that side of you that needs it - and sometimes that little bit of truth it gives hurts a bit. It should. That's the only way people become better is by recognizing weakness and it hurting enough that they change...

I'm really touched by all of these poems. They're all very personal.

Thank you all for sharing.

Every digital whisper
Makes my heart burst outward
Like electric flame
Directed at the center of our Being.

i like you electricKoolaid
my day you have made
a bit sweeter.
good day to you
and may all that you do
quench the thirst and grow infinitely brighter.

That's very nice.
I'll say it twice.
That's very nice.
That should suffice.

And back atcha. Haha.

The arsonist's spouse.

You light up my life
you turn my on, make me burn
AAAAGH!AAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAGH! AAAAAGH!AAAAAGH!AAAAGH! AAGH!

Setting the stage

Setting the stage is easy,
if you know just what to do,
have a gullible audience
Who do not have a clue

You start with sweet nothings,
conferring your their friend,
Never let on a' knowing,
your plotting towards their end.

When trouble's fall upon them,
You point this way and that.
All the while consoling them,
With a loving pat on back.

Why has this happened oh dear friend of mine?
Perhaps Ive offended God or done some other crime?
Is it then my karma through some past done life?
What could I have done so bad to deserve this terrible strife?

My fate is laid before me,
of misery and of pain,
Ive given up on happiness,
and wish never to feel again.

In the darkness I awaken,
To see a tiny prick of light,
a warmth of glow that beckons,
and dispels away the night.

A shining hand reaches forth,
and stands me upon my feet,
“would you stay in darkness”?
Adonai asks of me.

“No Lord” I answer,
Here there is no love,
Thanks again for saving me,
and coming from heaven above.

Trust is an illusion
and is neither tried nor true
Trust not me your brother
Trust not even you.

King of the lot


I have a small lot,
I call it my home,
Where the grass is all dead,
And I sit on my throne.

All the street's children
Do pass by and by,
But not ever a one
Stops to say hi.

A weird duck I am,
And cluck quite a lot,
Alone on this prison,
Sunning on a rock

They think I'm a human,
But a reptile am I,
Watching them all
With my unblinking eyes.

Shaded dark sunglasses,
Mug of coffee in hand,
Sharpening sticks,
With unsteady hands.

The traffic drives by,
I get quite a lot,
In front of the playpen
That I call my lot.

Catcalls and whistles,
and mean, hostile stares,
If only they knew,
What awaited them here.

My lot so you see is not just a lot,
Its a place that I go to hunt and to stalk.
A jolly old place and that place it is I
A place to sharpen sticks drink coffee and die

On the coattails of sheer madness
It was love, Love, LOVE...
No.
It was more than that, you dig?

I watch her once again -
Her voice so silver-smooth,
More porcelain than whispers,
These slithers of her breath
Were hot.
So very far from cool
And seeming to ignite the air around me.

Her face lit with the Florida Sun,
A laugh so delicate
It has made its way to Sacrament.

A thread to wed
The thoughts from head,
Heart, and soul. Pull
Strings, sing rhymes, roll
Like thunder morn'.

Tomorrow born,
Yesterday died.

Deceiver lied
Through toil, strife
To live a life
That's meant to be
'ver lent to me.

When I speak to God, I’m speaking to my Self.
I’m Aware. I hear the rumblings of the Earth.
I feel the cold & winding heat that builds within.
The stars shoot from my eardrums, like violent waves,
Beating upon the air, a swarm of locusts, a crackling flame.
Inside of me builds up all the intrigue of discovery,
The essence of Knowing while having everything revealed.
Increments. Doses. Crescendo.
The blips upon a radar – the ever-expiring tips of candlelight.
I can smell the mystery of her hair, & her skin expires beneath
My touch. The embers of her spirit, hot against me,
Pressing out the fury of my spirit.
God is with me. With us. This is the mess that unravels with
Awakening. The calm before the storm. The light beyond the mist
That travels far beyond our senses, pulling us from our slumbers,
Asking us for the real Faith it takes to discover Who we are.
What we can achieve.
When we believe.

Destiny is never handed to you cleanly
As fate would be.



We cling to these ideas that there is something to deeper to the world,
But persist in looking only at its facade.
Why then do we live? What purpose do we have
If all of our Novembers look the same?



We never know when the sun will set -
Or that the Light we're warmed by will last until
Tomorrow.



When I Awoke, all the history lost its meaning
When it became more meaningful.
The clear lens of Being swept me up into this vast atmosphere
Where it was forever-dawn.



Hopefully someone will read each word, collapse each line,
Envelop all the madness of philosophy,
And find their own Right Path beside it.

I wrote this in 2006, it was straight up channeled direct via my inner child... (I still love this forum!)