Share The Love (Poetry)

marilee143 wrote:

heaven leigh is the poet but yours  is beautiful

I can't wait to see some of her stuff...

Thank you, by the way.

Very nice, Asheya.


I especially love the "universe opens up before your eyes" line.  very well done!

No problem.   

Here's another: 

FATE

A ghost of time
Sits before me
Is this a sign
Of what is to be?

His gaze is deep
A haunted grin
Penetrates my sleep
Of darkness within

I'm in his grasp
I cannot escape
Centuries passed
Is this my fate?

I look to my past
I sit, I ponder
My life is passed
Is this death, I wonder?

With his chains round
My ankles tight
No hope is found
I lose the fight.

Lovely poems, guys.
Here's another one that I wrote. It's about nothing. Literally.

Nothing.

It is not When.
Nor is it Where.
It is not Then.
Nor is it Now.

It's not what Could Have Been.
It's not what Might Be.

It is simply Void.

But what is Void?

It is Never.
It is Nothing.
And Nothing, as we know,
Is the Absence of All.

But
...
What is the existence of Nothing?

Holy Crap, we can't be the only poets here!   

Post people, post!

HeavenLeigh...

It truly is heavenly.

very sweet.

PoodleTang wrote:

I was mad at my brother for some reason when I wrote this: =P

An Ode to the Selfish Child

Driven by his selfish deeds
He lives not now but in memories

Hurting his mother to whom she bore
He'll have much but want much more

By his deeds his future is made
The Selfish Child will not be saved.

I was Angered by Adulthood....


Stupid is what I do best
just digging in the mud is my mess
a torn jacket and a muddy dress
oh mommy still thinks I'm the best

A dandy-lion roars from my hand
thistles from the run
my stockings a torn mess
oh mommy thinks I'm the best.

Her love within her eyes still shine
as she puts me down with a whine..
All is fine my dear...
Mommy know's ....  I'm the best...
       
                  HeavenLeigh

It' slong so i apologise in advance....

My love for you is superior than my love for anyone else
Yet full of hatred I am at my dependence upon you
When we first met you gave me ambition and control
The ideas you leant to me were fulfilling and fresh
They left me feeling free and rich in integrity
How I longed to reach my goal but the posts kept moving
You helped me realize I needed more so I kept pushing
Can you push too far?
Or is it expected to want more from yourself
I asked, and the answer was always the same…
Hold out, it’ll be worth it in the end.
But the end never came, at least not when I was expecting it
You promised me I’d be yours and lifelong would our happiness be
Yet the end that did arrive was a prolonged failure
A dash of a dream
An end of a hope
The only thing I wanted was the only thing I never found
My obsession with you grew as did others pity at my love for you
The reward that was owed to me for completing this task seemed miniscule compared to how it was when I set out
Consequences came with my failure
And hatred was the result of these consequences.
I was never prepared for this journey
It’s just taken me longer to figure that out
I want it to stop now but apparently I’m just getting started.
Several times I’ve taken that leap of faith in myself,
Believing that I can be strong without you
That I can cope and cope well
But each time I’m held back.
Not by you but by what I’m afraid your say to me if I leap.
And when this happens I fall deeper and the rope that ties me to reality frays a little more
My surroundings are fading into a mist of memories
I no longer care for things or people I once loved
The warmth which you initially comforted me with has thinned
The soft breeze winding around me soon turned into a gale
Twisting and turning its direction unknown, once again leaving my path obscured
Confusion clouded me
I knew were I was meant to be but unsure how to get there
Then you spoke and immediately I felt reassured
My doubt was replaced with one question; forgive me for straying?
I was given a second chance and was determined to succeed
Harder I worked
Longer I worked
The result was yet to come but still I thrived from this chance
My restraint grew as did my longing for the end
It was now you and I
Nobody else seemed to exist
A living ghost I was
A mere imprint of my former self being haunted by the will to win.

Asheya wrote:

I was being emo one day so I wrote this poem. It's about death.

Spiraling Void : The Depression

Forever.
Spiraling towards Nothing.
With warm water blurring your vision
The Universe opens up before your eyes,
You see All
Everything you have ever seen before,
You see again.
Nostalgia consumes you.
You begin to cry.
Forever spiraling...
Drifting...
Gently....
Into Sleep....
Eternal...
Never-ending....

Is this the End?
Is it all so Pointless?

The Inevitable is every man's Fate.
This is the End.

I want to express, my thanks to you Asheya.
You packaged this poem with so much emotion,  that it is felt world wide.  The feelings of millions, but a few scant letters, built within your mind, and heart.  I loved it.

PoodleTang wrote:

The Bitter Love

Sweetest dreams I see
  A Face that haunts my sleep

Of a love not yet known to me
  With eyes and spirit so deep

With Lips I cannot kiss
  And words I cannot hear

A love I cannot miss
  Because we cannot meet, I fear. 
.....

I don't like the title   

I like this poem too, including the title...  I know what the author is thinking,  and even the moment.....  Of course this isn't a class, nor must I tell you why I know....  But I know,  none the less.........a crush, Dream, or regret...  it all fits,......
Taste the sweetest of dreams....

IT

To the Father's face it lied
Before the court, tried


Cast to shadows, the darkest side
A soul's deadly sin of pride



For He laughed when the children cried
On the day their innocence died

HeavenLeighBimbo wrote:

PoodleTang wrote:

HeavenLeighBimbo wrote:

I like this poem too, including the title...  I know what the author is thinking,  and even the moment.....  Of course this isn't a class, nor must I tell you why I know....  But I know,  none the less.........a crush, Dream, or regret...  it all fits,......
Taste the sweetest of dreams....

Your response was almost poetry too.  Thanks!

Some beauty, starts the fire
  Flame dances in tune with
     the verse.
A communication, a curse.
   I have no idea why I think in such a voice....
  pages turned...  Life days spent, and earned.
Written by hand, out of a mind.
That listens for our own kind...
.......
                                        HeavenLeigh

this is fantastic.

It sort of flows and rolls, like a river or a sphere.