I'm jumping on the bandwagon. This is now my personal poem thread. feel free to leave comments and feedback! ~Dawn of Silence* Nothing speaks As I walk through the forest At least an hour before the sun rises To welcome the new day. The air smells fine Fresh and cozy scents Of nature bring contentment. It’s nearly impossible To express my love For these solitary moments Of peaceful meditation As I connect, In touch As one.
Love it! It’s nearly impossible To express my love For these solitary moments Of peaceful meditation This is perfect, the feeling we get when connecting with nature, lost in the sea of electromagnetic waves of pure bliss. Thank God, there is no language to destroy it, rather poems like this bring the familiar sense of this scene to life
They Were Weak I am the creator I have the truth Said the man in the black cloak But I saw through his lies As his imposturous silhouette Disappeared Behind the run down building. This town is full of question Its most definitely autumn, Nearing winter With fear in the air. I sank into the Earth When I saw before me The hollow, empty people Of this sad town. They lowered to the man The man in the black cloak They gave it so easily And with the blink of an eye They were lifeless. They were gone.
~Anxious* Spinning mind Glistening eyes Past the grainy shot of reality Into the never ending Powerful memory In the path of a lost heart Come with me I’ll show you now As I walk alone to the top The top of a mountain peak. I want to share this strength It’s obscure It’s unfamiliar But it grows like a tree In the pit of my stomach I can’t tell if it’s a glowing Contentment of joy and completion Or the dark cloud That forever shadows my mind And destroys the ease Of a made up mind.
wow... very intense. I like every single word of it. I reread it trying to think what I like the most, but I couldnt choose, that's always good
Good stuff cat, I particularly like Dawn of Silence. I was awake this morning at 4am and out in the forest at 5 with my two friends collecting lunch, a huge basket of mushrooms and wild potatoes. You seem to have captured the beauty and stillness of that time of day perfectly. There were three of us, we usually chatter like suburban housewives. But, this morning it was still silent. Like some sort af awestruck respect for the moment. Looking forward to reading more from you, Peace, A.
~The Inattentive Heart* I let my hair down, And stand before you. My heart thumps stronger, More than ever before. Yet you do not blink. I wore that pretty dress you like, With the flowers And spaghetti straps. I made up my face, As I rarely do. Yet you do not blink. Tears stream down, Do you see my frown? I remember it before, As clear as a summer sky, When we would glow. It felt like a never-ending, Never-dying star, That I could wish upon, Each night, Carelessly. But today is different. With your blank expression. Empty Eyes. And inattentive heart.
this is so beautiful, it was my favorite part of the poem, maybe because it's so magical. I really liked this poem, I've always thought that indifference from a person you love is what hurts the most.
I submitted this as one of the weekly assignments in the main writer's forum. I Remember You I remember your hands. The girth from side to side, The shape of the knuckles, And the comforting temperature They passed to me When you used to grip mine. I remember your eyes. When you smiled They gleamed in the warmth Of your happiness. The miniscule creases Hugging the sides Of the windows to your kind soul. Seeing these in my mind, Still gives me butterflies. I remember your smile. Yours was the widest I’d ever seen. Your inviting lips Stretched perfectly across, Amazingly shining teeth. A charming mouth, Along a strong, handsome jaw. I remember your embrace. When you hugged me In your lengthy, strong arms, I would melt into a puddle, Looking up at you With complete comfort, I would return to your tight squeeze, Until all that was the universe, Couldn’t deny, That we were one. I remember your hair. Nothing made me happier Than running my fingers Through the flowing messy mop Upon your thought-filled head. And even when you’d shave it off, I never did mind, Because you were you, And I was content. I remember your laugh, Your touch, Your kiss, And ever your pout. I’ll never forget your loving attempts, To giggle me happy. I’ll never forget the cute little ways, That you would show off, Thinking I wouldn’t notice. I’ll never forget a thing about you. Because, you see, When two become one, Your soul, your being, Will forever exist within me, Pumping through my blood, Fluttering in my stomach, And beating in my heart. I remember you… And I always will.
This I could relate to, and I liked your simple (not boring), straight forward diction. It was clear and your emotions were vivid.
Much Love, you fill the senses with your energetic perceptions; Indeed, in the silent spaces, one re-members... hearing the humming sounds of the Universe.
Random little snippet. Not really a poem I guess. Just a thought. Waiting for that moment, The feeling is too overwhelming. I may just sink into the soft Earth. I may just die waiting. Hurry, rescue me, Know what I feel. Know that I need you. I long for those lips, Those arms. I ache to reunite.
