After you have written your Haiku, I would like for each of you to write a second poem of your choice. (Something other than a Haiku, since you've already done that.) Again, please feel free to post or send your poems. I would love to read your work so I can see how you progress over the course of this class! Happy Writting!
This is something I wrote at the New Year: oh eight oh one oh one there is so much to be done things have just begun its just the rising of the sun i hope it does not set on this life i've grown to live the holiest surrender is all i have to give i dont know if you see how much you mean to me where ever we may go i know is where ill be i ran away today to the top of the world i fell from the top today for a marvelous girl so im scared i have fear nothing new from year to year placing lost faith in the smiles and the tears beginning anew in a whole new way no regrets for what happened yesterday its a marvelous new year
okay, so im not ok ok, so im not always that way but its all right here in the lusty light as we hang on to the tail of things we don’t understand whipped through time hand in hand in hand i cant make it make the sense i wish i sensed i push forward in faith no fear is too dense ride the night with me from here to the wild wind every once in a while we all have to give in who knows what its like to be you or me, man if you dont try you dont know what can be, man in our heads we run in our own rat race games it slows down the fun fills love with some sort of shame and thats not right no matter the night there is only love in the lusty light
poison poison is a deadly kiss, from lips of red lust poison is a dazing mist, swirling you in it's gust poison is a seductive siron, singing a enticing tune poison is a homless man, licking crumbs off a spoon poison is a cold hand, with fingers round your neck poison is a crushing force reducing you to a speck
Wow. I am very impressed! So much talent! Asynchronicity, both of your poems are so full of emotion, power, and imagery. I like the fact that you felt free to ignore the laws of proper writing. That is wonderful- everyone be sure to remember that poetry has no true set laws or rules. Please keep it up- I can't wait to read more! You have figured out how to find the inspiration inside of you. That is where good poetry comes from. Beckyboo, you poem is no less impressive! Simple, yet speaking volumes. I love, love, love the imagery! Keep writing. I want to read more!
I already posted this into the writer's forum and thought i would post it again here. It seems appropriate. Godess Woman looking at her reflection in the water She sees a bizzare outline Colors and lights shine, dilluting her world Transe inducting smoke fills the air A small cottage on the edge of the universe Hermit lives inside, creating the smoke His perceptions becoming more focused, real He sees things as they really are. Beautiful An ancient temple beside an enchanted lake The virgin godess protects its secret Pools of holy liquids pour down from its great falls Silvery bright light blinds all not strong enough Inside, the high priest performes the sacred ritual The walls and pillars disapear, Leaving him alone. Naked He stares into the eyes of his gods The day had come, the ancient recipie worked Only once had this happened before Thousands of years ago Time lost. Secrets forgoten Jugment, anger, love, induction Lost in the willderness of his own thoughts He lies on the altar Closes his eyes And dwelces into a surreal world of perception and knowledge The music of the mushroom forrest Tiny copies of deer prancing at his feet Thrilled at this, he moves on There is more to see. An endless plain in front of him Distortion of sight, colors, porportion He reaches out to grab the answer It slips, falls intonthe miniscule vortex of space Pain and torrment, horrors, gone. Into enlightenment he dwells Can it happen? He looks into the sky Everlasting mysteries revealed The eyes of the virgin godess stare down In fear, he moves on A cottage seen in the distance A hallow figure of a man emerges Hair to his back, beard almost as long Old and wrinkly he smiles and notions Into the collage the venture Insade, a grand palace is revealed Marble pillars and golden statues Diamond glasses and blood red wine A trap. The walls breathe and groan Contractions make the priest uneasy Snakes appear from nowhere Cornered he screams. Nowhere to go The virgin appears. Serpants shriek in agony Her skin, white as snow, glows with a silvery light Her outstreched hand is grasped by the priest A flash. They enter a vortex of the dimensions Where there are no limmits, no perimiters Awakened, the priest sits up. It is over. He walkes out the the lake A woman looks up from her outline of a reflection He turnes back to the temple to find nothing but a small cottage.
I know I'm a little late joining in, but here is something I just wrote tonight. I do not look back on those left behind They do not merit the thought, nor dwell on my mind Our paths they crossed, our lives intertwined But it was their choice to split, theirs and not mine One cannot focus on times gone past You miss far too much, in a life moving much to fast Why worry about yesterday, why let the pain last When tomorrow is waiting, such a bright challenge, and such a bright task And here is something else I wrote semi recently, just thought I'd throw it in as a little extra. Interestingly enough, this one seems like the exact opposite of my previous piece. Remorseful feelings swell up Morbid thoughts arise Regretfully I lift my head and open my weary eyes If not for love and if not for life, if not for those fleeting feelings of delight When dreams come alive The only thing left for me would be a lonely demise Looking back on yesterday, I shut my heavy eyes
Thank you to new members joining in for the first time. I am very impressed by the work I'm seeing here! Sorry it has taken so long for me to get back on. Hopefully we can start up strong again. Suib and MyRevolution: Very powerful imagery! I love the way you use your words to make the reader FEEl.
this is the first poem i have ever wrote. i had the inspiration right after i finished meditating one time. i was hoping for some constructive criticism and comments. thanks. Naked Meditation Alas! I am free, No longer constricted by the tight coils of society, My body: no longer burdened by the unneeded, My mind: no longer wasted by the trivial. Freedom flows through my nakedness, Winding its way through my body, Gushing into my head. As I journey into the depths of my mind, I stare in wonder and awe at the beauty and strangeness this newfound freedom has revealed, I find myself traveling to the unknown territories of the mind, As I follow the flow of freedom, I visit endless paradises, Utopia now has true meaning, Perfect is no longer an exaggeration. As I sit here, Completely naked, Eyes closed, Legs crossed, I find that there are no limits, Concrete becomes abstract, Finite becomes infinite.
summer evening/strolls on by,/leaving wafts/of gulf-coast scents/behind;/good time for dreaming/(but my eyes need to/be open)--/there's still so much/to see--/sight and scent/come close together,/no distinction now/'tween one & the other. paisley skye.
