Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread | |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/24/2013 12:07 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | glimpses Quoting: octobersolstice i get glimpses of a faded button down shirt soft from wear and comfortably rounded around the casual hanging fit edges having frayed just a bit seems an even softer white one sits just underneath next to the skin that begins to show itself in hues of light pink and gold and truthful tan where the sun has come and touched and done what it can to liven the life within i sense in glimpses, too the familiar new calling and the wondering when i'll be falling all over again all over myself trying to find the clarity in the teeny tiny glimpses all the while feeling him in ways that do not seem just now fit to write in symbols poetic. You always give me some serious poetic fever, woman. Nice. -- EK |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 39452918 United States 05/25/2013 11:05 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Feminine Quoting: Janine69 Desire her not she lives only in purity possess her not she knows only freedom she is... the garden enter through your open heart she will not overwhelm you make this garden your home fill your lungs with her essence whisper "thank you" with each exhale give to her all that you truly have she will blossom in response -Janine yes janine, not sure how i missed this one! heart. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 39452918 United States 05/25/2013 11:07 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Words You Choose Quoting: Yes I Did !!!! Words are indelible, once they are spoken, Creating thought forms – alive and unbroken, A dynamic medium, to create or destroy, Be watchful of words, you select to employ. Speak them or write them – you give them life, With power to slice, through one’s heart like a knife, To comfort or slay, a friend or a foe, Your intention is the motive, that only you know. A word is a tool, or a weapon you use, To heal or to harm - whichever you choose, Words once released, cannot be withdrawn, So choose your words wisely – too late once they’re gone. Misconception can cloud, one’s sincere intention, As words are too often, a useless invention, When trying to describe, the “things” of the heart, Or weightier subjects, you need to impart. And when words are used, for personal expression, Remember they yield, a lasting impression, You can’t take them back, once you set them free, They’re mirrors of your heart - so choose carefully. © 2009 - Rhonda - all rights reserved This poem was published in my first collection - a book named "Pieces of One" i like the way you wrote this poem, it's so true. thank you for sharing it. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 39452918 United States 05/25/2013 11:20 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | On the coattails of sheer madness Quoting: ElectricKoolaid 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. smile. i really like that line ..."it was more that that, you dig?" i really like your writing. i checked out some of your poetry on your site. nice. no need to say it because it IS, but write, write, always write, there is no end to a Poetry thread. (notice the capital P) |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 39452918 United States 05/25/2013 11:52 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | swelling echoes in the thickness of our depths feed me of the fire berry the chalice do not upset slowly rising mountains in the mouths of our souls whisper me the secrets nothing please withhold freedom circles crashing way across the loom tapestries of silk embroidered in the moon opening blending spiritual primal places erase nothing let the tears flow into the salty river love it knows which way to go. |
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ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/25/2013 06:09 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | pounding Quoting: octobersolstice swelling echoes in the thickness of our depths feed me of the fire berry the chalice do not upset slowly rising mountains in the mouths of our souls whisper me the secrets nothing please withhold freedom circles crashing way across the loom tapestries of silk embroidered in the moon opening blending spiritual primal places erase nothing let the tears flow into the salty river love it knows which way to go. Gosh you're amazing. We have very similar writing styles, for sure... -- EK |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 40421525 United States 05/25/2013 06:32 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | WHO AM I Who am I to say that the sky is less restless when you smile or that the stars flicker brighter or that the moon seems to dance who am I to say such things who am I to say that the world is better for your spirit just a friend just a far away voice but not so far away not to notice such things. ~ Chris Boone :luvkiss: |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 37797515 United States 05/25/2013 06:38 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I am not a poet but please allow me to dedicate this poem to all of you, even though I didn't write it myself: Quoting: Sloane WHO AM I Who am I to say that the sky is less restless when you smile or that the stars flicker brighter or that the moon seems to dance who am I to say such things who am I to say that the world is better for your spirit just a friend just a far away voice but not so far away not to notice such things. ~ Chris Boone :luvkiss: ....i kind word and gesture can do more than you may know... for what seems a rote pleasantry can turn the grinding black ...roll back and shed its deadened skin....awake , arise and come to life again......... |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 13918055 United States 05/25/2013 06:39 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | SHE MUST BE My sweetheart must be a rose because when i first saw her she looked as if she had just blossomed and like the sun when i come around she opens up to show me her petals My sweetheart must be a rose just like on early summer mornings everyone wants to be her butterfly and when it rains on her garden well every drop is glad it found her My sweetheart must be a rose when i smelled her wonderful fragrance i knew; she had to be a rose because her beauty skips on my mind like a broken record that plays me My sweetheart must be a rose because just like a rose, she has thorns if i hold her gentle then she'll be thieved yet if i hold her close then i'll bleed my sweetheart must be a rose |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 40421525 United States 05/25/2013 07:03 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | SHE MUST BE Quoting: Anonymous Coward 13918055 My sweetheart must be a rose because when i first saw her she looked as if she had just blossomed and like the sun when i come around she opens up to show me her petals My sweetheart must be a rose just like on early summer mornings everyone wants to be her butterfly and when it rains on her garden well every drop is glad it found her My sweetheart must be a rose when i smelled her wonderful fragrance i knew; she had to be a rose because her beauty skips on my mind like a broken record that plays me My sweetheart must be a rose because just like a rose, she has thorns if i hold her gentle then she'll be thieved yet if i hold her close then i'll bleed my sweetheart must be a rose So nice. Reminds me of this quote: “Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.” -Alphonse Karr :whiterose8: |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 4256653 United States 05/25/2013 08:40 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | So far, it has not moved. I'm curious whether it will be affected by the full moon and all the solar activity. Quoting: hapless moran 44 degrees outside. Rock still feels warm from the sun today. The Capybaras are cold, and huddled together next to my grill. Little do they know that one day the grill will be their enemy. The rock seems to care not a whit about the Capybaras fate. I'll report back later if anything changes with the rock. poetic |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 30742855 United States 05/26/2013 09:50 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Developing Within me meme Upon waking Early morning beset By lack of work to do Before full time of rest And kitties come to mew A dream, tail end caught It seems, with wisdom fraught Of how and why the rhyme of life Is set in stride to pass the time No visions seen, just Understanding, must Eventually pen Them down, there and then Bowl of herb Toke of fag Cup of joe Whatever Doesn't matter Upon one, the thoughts Always are lost Begin again, then To beg the question Why must it so clear Be, to see, in dream Where I lead myself Feeling like a whelp While fallen in seam Of conscious mirror Reflecting to when Myself I will send Once more unto the breach Knowing without recall My higher self beseech To whom, true friend, to call Random muse, rusty mews, right or wrong, writing now, no clue how, what muse picks to poem will fit... :) Ha! touché, muse, touché |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 40421525 United States 05/26/2013 09:44 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I am not a poet but please allow me to dedicate this poem to all of you, even though I didn't write it myself: Quoting: Sloane WHO AM I Who am I to say that the sky is less restless when you smile or that the stars flicker brighter or that the moon seems to dance who am I to say such things who am I to say that the world is better for your spirit just a friend just a far away voice but not so far away not to notice such things. ~ Chris Boone :luvkiss: ....a kind word and gesture can do more than you may know... for what seems a rote pleasantry can turn the grinding black ...roll back and shed its deadened skin....awake , arise and come to life again......... Kind gestures . . . yes they can go a long way. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 21118559 United States 05/27/2013 08:18 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | pounding Quoting: octobersolstice swelling echoes in the thickness of our depths feed me of the fire berry the chalice do not upset slowly rising mountains in the mouths of our souls whisper me the secrets nothing please withhold freedom circles crashing way across the loom tapestries of silk embroidered in the moon opening blending spiritual primal places erase nothing let the tears flow into the salty river love it knows which way to go. Gosh you're amazing. We have very similar writing styles, for sure... and i appreciate this very much! |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 21118559 United States 05/27/2013 08:20 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I am not a poet but please allow me to dedicate this poem to all of you, even though I didn't write it myself: Quoting: Sloane WHO AM I Who am I to say that the sky is less restless when you smile or that the stars flicker brighter or that the moon seems to dance who am I to say such things who am I to say that the world is better for your spirit just a friend just a far away voice but not so far away not to notice such things. ~ Chris Boone :luvkiss: ....a kind word and gesture can do more than you may know... for what seems a rote pleasantry can turn the grinding black ...roll back and shed its deadened skin....awake , arise and come to life again......... Kind gestures . . . yes they can go a long way. gesturing kindly back! let us live and love. smile. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 21118559 United States 05/27/2013 08:22 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | A common theme Quoting: Anoob Developing Within me meme Upon waking Early morning beset By lack of work to do Before full time of rest And kitties come to mew A dream, tail end caught It seems, with wisdom fraught Of how and why the rhyme of life Is set in stride to pass the time No visions seen, just Understanding, must Eventually pen Them down, there and then Bowl of herb Toke of fag Cup of joe Whatever Doesn't matter Upon one, the thoughts Always are lost Begin again, then To beg the question Why must it so clear Be, to see, in dream Where I lead myself Feeling like a whelp While fallen in seam Of conscious mirror Reflecting to when Myself I will send Once more unto the breach Knowing without recall My higher self beseech To whom, true friend, to call Random muse, rusty mews, right or wrong, writing now, no clue how, what muse picks to poem will fit... :) Ha! touché, muse, touché thank you for sharing this. it's very good. |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/27/2013 11:23 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Into the guns & barbed-wire, Knowing I can die. Ideas fly like cannon fire Bursting in the stilted darkness, Flashes of aggressive madness that explode and scatter Scalding fragments That hiss against me, fierce objectors To this throttling for the gates. As if I were Steve McQueen On a stolen motorbike, in the last dash for ash – Leaned inward as if I’d already made it To the other side. -- EK |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/28/2013 12:10 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Kickin’ up a storm cloud From the ground like an H-Bomb Hoping it’ll break free And lift the ground beneath me. Explosions by the book. Implications that run along Eaten up in all the excitement Of the nuclear winter. Your spirit gives me radiation Each cell on me crashes into its partner Excited & in a planned rush For the exit. -- EK |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 28173698 United States 05/28/2013 03:49 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Nearly gone now. Almost making that great escape Quoting: ElectricKoolaid Into the guns & barbed-wire, Knowing I can die. Ideas fly like cannon fire Bursting in the stilted darkness, Flashes of aggressive madness that explode and scatter Scalding fragments That hiss against me, fierce objectors To this throttling for the gates. As if I were Steve McQueen On a stolen motorbike, in the last dash for ash – Leaned inward as if I’d already made it To the other side. nodding my head. yes. you can write man and i am right there with you. excellent. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 28173698 United States 05/28/2013 03:52 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Kickin’ up a storm cloud Quoting: ElectricKoolaid From the ground like an H-Bomb Hoping it’ll break free And lift the ground beneath me. Explosions by the book. Implications that run along Eaten up in all the excitement Of the nuclear winter. Your spirit gives me radiation Each cell on me crashes into its partner Excited & in a planned rush For the exit. again. you have captured me! beyond kickin' it. smile. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 28173698 United States 05/28/2013 08:27 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | A common theme Quoting: Anoob Developing Within me meme Upon waking Early morning beset By lack of work to do Before full time of rest And kitties come to mew A dream, tail end caught It seems, with wisdom fraught Of how and why the rhyme of life Is set in stride to pass the time No visions seen, just Understanding, must Eventually pen Them down, there and then Bowl of herb Toke of fag Cup of joe Whatever Doesn't matter Upon one, the thoughts Always are lost Begin again, then To beg the question Why must it so clear Be, to see, in dream Where I lead myself Feeling like a whelp While fallen in seam Of conscious mirror Reflecting to when Myself I will send Once more unto the breach Knowing without recall My higher self beseech To whom, true friend, to call Random muse, rusty mews, right or wrong, writing now, no clue how, what muse picks to poem will fit... :) Ha! touché, muse, touché thank you for sharing this. it's very good. i recognize this now. even more i like it. smile. |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/29/2013 05:02 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | When something grows What is happening inside of it As it explodes to life Can it feel the cyclone building? Can you See the tightening climb Inside That somehow pulls you tighter All its branches digging outward, bursting leaves From your pores Flowers punching their way out from your eyelids Working their way from you furiously Blanketed in lavender. Your eyes remind me of the hills in Ireland Hills covered in clovers The valley pulls itself out from you finally And the change occurs Leaving you dancing on the hilltops -- EK |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 28173698 United States 05/29/2013 05:08 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Thanks for the boost of confidence. :) :) Quoting: ElectricKoolaid When something grows What is happening inside of it As it explodes to life Can it feel the cyclone building? Can you See the tightening climb Inside That somehow pulls you tighter All its branches digging outward, bursting leaves From your pores Flowers punching their way out from your eyelids Working their way from you furiously Blanketed in lavender. Your eyes remind me of the hills in Ireland Hills covered in clovers The valley pulls itself out from you finally And the change occurs Leaving you dancing on the hilltops oh my!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love your use of the language!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! there is a poetic response building in me immediately as i read my way through your way... i hope it makes it's way here, but if not...just know...YES. yes. yes. |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 06/02/2013 05:48 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Many are culled, But few then are chastened. These moments are mulled, Thus becoming hastened. I awake into the daydream again. ___________________________ They said "The only way to live, is to love something you hate. It's the suffering & discipline that makes a man great." That's when I quit. -- EK |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 41018560 United States 06/03/2013 06:36 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Many are culled, Quoting: ElectricKoolaid But few then are chastened. These moments are mulled, Thus becoming hastened. I awake into the daydream again. ___________________________ They said "The only way to live, is to love something you hate. It's the suffering & discipline that makes a man great." That's when I quit. oh good day dream morning my poet one has missed you perhaps you already suspect as much yes the moments can be heavy they drag and then fly again home showing me scenes unseen before where doors are left a little bit open and shadows are displayed to interpret as we do as we can as we hope for a holding in this web not stuck at all here by some chastened chance opening our eyes and seeing someone right here with us dreaming. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 41018560 United States 06/03/2013 06:43 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | that's when you quit and ? when you kept on going ? your own way in love toward love for love never minding what they say mostly fools anyway but you you are clearly no fool following your own heart following your own rules learning about love and hate naturally sincerely without wait or fear of failure here and good morning! |