Any poets here?

Is anyone here a poet? If you are, post some of the poems you've written. This one's one of mine, it's one of the longer ones.



As Days Flew By


The very first time I saw you,
Was special how we met.
You took me by complete surprise.
I knew my heart was set.

As days flew by, we talked again,
But you never seemed to care.
I tried my best to help you out,
By a favor here, or a favor there.

Although I made a fast approach,
Our friendship grew and grew.
I realized how deep I cared,
But the feeling I felt was new.

In time I became attached to you.
From a hug, I wouldn't let go.
I soon saw how close we were,
And the feeling was good to know.

For you, I wrote sweet letters and songs.
You were on my mind all day.
The thought of sleeping was nowhere near,
Unless I knew you were okay.

It hit me then, what I was in -
A unique and precious love.
For the person I said was only mine,
Was an angel sent from above.

The minutes without you turned into days,
And the seconds with you flew fast.
I could only wish to see you more,
And make each moment last.

The times I spent with you,
Were what made my heart complete.
I knew one thing for sure,
Without you, my future was obsolete.

And now, we love just the same,
As it doubles day by day.
I stare deep into your precious eyes,
Yet I'm still speechless to what I should say.

With you, I'm in a whole new world.
You bring out the best in me.
It's hard to picture you not there,
When you taught me who to be.

Yes, the road ahead gets hard,
When things may only seem rough.
But because you and I try so much,
We'll stay strong and get by tough.

Though problems may lie ahead someday,
And either of us could be right;
I promise to always be by your side,
And I promise my heart, so hold it tight.

And so, each night, beside my bed,
When there's only bright stars to see;
I pray that we may never give up,
And will always remain you and me.

 

Here's another, much shorter.

I Will Always Love You

I wish you were here,
I wish you were close.
These are the times I'm wishing the most.

I gave you that ring you wear on your hand,
But like time in an hourglass,
You're slipping away like sand.

I want you so badly, to hold and to touch,
Simply because,
I love you so much.

I want you to know, whatever you do,
I'll be here forever,
And I'll always love you.

 

Very sweet!

 

Thanks, Psalm. Have you written any?

 

Sigh... DJ, I think it's time you got rid of the betta. The poems prove it. LOL jk. Very good poems! I like the first one especially. I'm not opposed to a little length- a 700 page book suits my interests! I've got some, but don't worry, the last one ends a bit more happily. Actually, it lifts my spirits to read the ending to that one.

Dark

The beauty of this land can only sear my heart.
I see you in its radiance,
it's tearing me apart.
God, life could be so easy,
if I released you from the start,
but bound by love and care for you,
bright days just seem so dark.

Farewell, My Dearest One

She shirts around the edges of my mind,
When the sun is shining, her glinting golden hair raises the elation of the new-found day.
When the rain is pouring is pouring on my dreams, and the sky is dark and foreboding, her smile will guide my way.
But alas, she leads me not to a better day.
She leads me not to salvation.
For her love is not for me to recieve,
her kind words grant me no reprieve.
So it is, in this darkest of moments, that I bid her farewell.
Her heart is not for my eyes to see.

Lost (a song)

The cool night's breeze blows upon my brow,
As I reminisce of times before now.
I walk a path of growing fear,
I see you gone, don't feel you near.

The sun grows dim,
the air feels cold.
Each breath is forced,
I feel too old.
I live my days in this endless maze,
lost to love without a trace

In lucid dreams I reach for you,
I find only illusion, never truth.
My hands move to grasp, what I think to be real,
only to realize, there's nothing to feel.


The sun grows dim,
the air feels cold.
Each breath is forced,
I feel too old.
I live my days in this endless maze,
lost to love without a trace.

I grope through the darkness I've brewed in my heart.
In this lonely act, I sure the play the part
bound by great sorrow. Bereaved of your gaze,
I'm sad and alone. Lost, in this endless maze.

Shards of Yesterday (another long one, but my favorite)

Glass sphere of my heart,
Entrusted to her hands.
I thought that she would hold it tight.
Yet, it slipped out from her grasp.
Falling for eternity,
Shattering all my hopes and dreams, and the love my heart had found.

A thousand shards of yesterday,
they blanket my hearts floor.
Sharp slivers of what used to be, that which can be no more.

Lucid insight now grips me,
I wipe my damp eyes dry.
Though I weep for broken glass,
it's no excuse, no alibi.
Feeling lost internally,
I move to make amends.
I wiping clean this dirty slate,
rebraiding life's frayed ends.

A thousand shards of yesterday, now cleared from my heart's floor.
Treading freely through my mind,
I walk straight out the door.

Released from self-imprisonment,
depression's vice now loose.
I take a breath of fresh, crisp air.
"Carpe Diem" whispered,
There's nothing I can lose.



-FMG

 

I used to write poetry years ago. Can't do it now.

 

They're really good, FiremouthGuy! Did you write those yourself? And Psalm, do you have any that you've written before saved somewhere?

 

I wrote the ones I posted

 

Nice one, Firemouth. Here's one I just drafted out:

I don't think you will
ever fully understand
how you've touched my life
and made me who I am.

I don't think you could ever know
just how truly special you are
that even on the darkest nights
you are my brightest star.

I don't think you will ever fully comprehend
how you've made my dreams come true
or how you've opened my heart
to love and the wonders it can do.

You've allowed me to experience
something very hard to find
unconditional love that exists
in my body, soul, and mind.

I don't think you could ever feel
all the love I have to give
and I'm sure you'll never realize
you've been my will to live.

You are an amazing person
and without you I don't know where I'd be.
Having you in my life
completes and fulfills every part of me.

 

DJ Monty, I love the ending of your last poem.

"And so, each night, beside my bed,
When there's only bright stars to see;
I pray that we may never give up,
And will always remain you and me."

Here is one that I wrote

Guardian Angel

The silent one, suspended.
Watchful eye. Constant. Encompassing.
A wind that blows
me into the right direction
keeping the course concise.

A spirit of elements,
Swirl of smells- foreign spices and sage.
Soundless, composed of light
Illumination of darkness and truth
not of common blind incandescence.

Nameless, faceless , sexless . Comprised of
striking features possessing ethereal beauty,
inexpressible by human terms. A witness
of (my) birth, life, and death.
Listening to the world rotate among stars and cold.

 

Yours are really good too!

DJ: Seems like we write about the two different sides of love - the happy and the heartbreaking.

 

DJ Monty, I love the ending of your last poem.


Guardian Angel

The silent one, suspended.
Watchful eye. Constant. Encompassing.
A wind that blows
me into the right direction
keeping the course concise.

A spirit of elements,
Swirl of smells- foreign spices and sage.
Soundless, composed of light
Illumination of darkness and truth
not of common blind incandescence.

Nameless, faceless , sexless . Comprised of
striking features possessing ethereal beauty,
inexpressible by human terms. A witness
of (my) birth, life, and death.
Listening to the world rotate among stars and cold.

That's really good, I like it!

Firemouth, perhaps we could team up and make a poem with both the happy and the heartbreaking?

 

Firemouth, perhaps we could team up and make a poem with both the happy and the heartbreaking?

Hmmm... Like what, for example?

 

Hmmm... Like what, for example?

Like, it starts with finding love, then the happy part, then the heartbreak, then something to round it off.

 

I wrote this when I was 9 or 10... sitting in my moms good living room she had all kinds of knick knacks sitting around.

I See A Candle
I See A Chinese Pot
I See An Elephant with Polka Dots
I See A Do-og With Black Eye balls
And His nose is as Black As A Shiny Hog.

 

LOL Jill! Cute.

@DJ: That's a good idea, I was thinking of something along those lines... Perhaps you could start it?

 

Yeah, okay, give me a sec. Talking to my cousin about when/if he's planning to tour the country (more in another thread)

 

Sorry, completely forgot about starting the poem. What about:

Could you be the one for me?
Could you be my find?
Could it be, after all this time,
Fate is going to be kind?

 

I've written a lot of poetry - way to much to print them all here. There is one I wrote a couple years back that was actually inspired by a sunken ship tank ornament. Talk about combining fish stuff and poetry . . .

Anyway, here it is:

Sunken Ship

Bright blue and green
The sea water glows,
Cool and dark
The deeper she goes.

The sunlight fades,
She falls into dark.
Past the corals,
The reef, kelp, and shark.

She comes to rest
On the ocean floor.
Old and tired,
All battered and sore.

Wounded, dying,
Her hope fading fast,
She’ll be waiting,
They will come at last.

Some day they’ll come,
Her captain and crew.
They’ll raise her up
And then make her new.

They’ll patch her holes
And polish her wood,
Sew all new sails,
New ropes would be good.

Then they’ll all sail
To face their new fate
Into the light.
Till then, she will wait.

By: gremlin 07-25-2008




Another one I wrote for Christmas. It was my gift to my siblings that year, along with a little soapstone statue of an owl:

The Christmas Owl

From his perch in the rafters
The little owl could see
Most wondrous of miracles
Birth of the King to be

Shepherds with their flocks nearby
Heard choirs of angels sing
Telling of the newborn babe
The birth of Christ the King

The wise men came to see him
By the star they were led
The tiny Babe lay quiet
Snug in His manger bed

Who is this child laying here
That shepherds leave their sheep
That wise men travel from afar
That angels sing to sleep

The little owl was curious
Who is this Babe in the hay
This little Child so tiny
Born on this glorious day

The little owl was quiet
As he watched from above
The birth of Christ our Savior
The source of Light and Love.

By: gremlin
December 2009

 

Those are good gremlin! I especially like the sunken ship one!

@DJ I like it! I think we need one more paragraph in the middle as a sort of bridge, and then add the sad part. Perhaps, for the sad part and ending:

As I long for sleep's embrace,
painful memories grip my mind.
I wish so much to see her face,
but my life is not so kind.

Days slip past like dust in the wind,
and my damp eyes slowly dry.
Her smile I no longer see,
for her I no longer cry.

I don't know if it's any good, just wrote that after a little thought. Do you like it?

 

That's really good!

 

That's really good!

Thanks! Do you have any ideas for a bridge in the middle, the happier part?

 

I'll have a go, give me a while.

 

What about this?

I splash into the pleasure, all consuming;
I’m joyfully insane,
My passion for you deep, and fully blooming;
Long after, sweet warm flickers still remain.

You make my body sizzle with your kisses,
And yet there’s so much more;
My heart is kindled, too; It knows what bliss is,
This closeness that I’ve never felt before.

But I felt your love for me fading,
Something had failed along the way.
I realize you no longer love me,
But it's your choice at the end of the day.

 

It's awesome! That goes together very well with the rest... Soooo, I added two more paragraphs to sort of balance out the poem, and I rather like how it turned out... What

Could you be the one for me?
Could you be my find?
Could it be, after all this time,
Fate is going to be kind?

I splash into the pleasure, all consuming;
I’m joyfully insane,
My passion for you deep, and fully blooming;
Long after, sweet warm flickers still remain.

You make my body sizzle with your kisses,
And yet there’s so much more;
My heart is kindled, too; It knows what bliss is,
This closeness that I’ve never felt before.

But I felt your love for me fading,
Something had failed along the way.
I realize you no longer love me,
But it's your choice at the end of the day.

As I long for sleep's embrace,
painful memories grip my mind.
I wish so much to see your face,
but my life is not so kind.

The salty tears slide down my cheeks,
it never seems to end.
This pain I've felt for weeks,
it slowly starts to ebb.

A cool spring breeze blows across my face.
I look up at the rising sun,
a new day is dawning,
a new day has begun.

Days slip past like dust in the wind,
and my damp eyes slowly dry.
Your smile I no longer see,
but for you I no longer cry.

- Brown Text by DJMonty and Green text by FiremouthGuy

 

A new one that is starting to come together in my mind as I sat on the porch in marvel of the weather earlier

Seasons

The air is cool,
a spring breeze blows.
I'll miss the storms
as winter goes.

The gentle rains,
make flowers grow.
Lush green terrains,
and seeds to sew.

The air seems crisper,
in this heavenly paradise.
The weeping willows whisper,
'Spring, spring is here.'

But seasons come and seasons go,
and the grasses slowly dry.
The sun is bright and strong,
in the clear summer sky.

Sit on the deck, on a warm, clear night,
spotting constellations in the midnight sky.
Storm clouds are a rarer sight,
the air is hot and dry.

The air cools, the trees turn red,
the leaves start falling,
but the trees aren't dead.
Autumn is near.

The rivers start flowing,
as the storms return.
The plants begin growing,
less likely to burn.

But winter rolls around again,
the air has a frosty bite.
Once again snow caps the mountains,
a mystically wonderful sight.

Your footprints melt the icy ground,
your breath turns to frost in front of your face.
Animals rest without a sound,
or leave these lands for a warmer place.

 

I think our one's really good What if we got one verse from everyone on FL, and made it into a huge one? I like your one entitled Seasons, too.

 

I think our one's really good What if we got one verse from everyone on FL, and made it into a huge one? I like your one entitled Seasons, too.

Thanks! I'm really enjoying the one we wrote.

Your idea would be very interesting. But what would it be about? Perhaps just have everyone write a verse about their tank?

 

I don't write rythmic poetry, it's more free verse.

Winter

Winter sings
softly
across my skin.

Reminding me
of sweaters
boxed in wait.

Reminding me
of crisp snow
crunching underfoot,

of frost
thick upon branches

of ice
hard, under skates
and slippery on steps.

Winter sings

Reminding me
of time
and past,

of age
and dreams.

Winter sings.

 

That's a good one! I really like it. I like to write stuff about the seasons (as you may have noticed by the last poem I posted on here).

I like free verse poetry too, but I don't usually write it.