Long First poem Poems
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Tentative Dancer
Do I choose to join, this Poetic Dance
To reveal my soul, to take this chance
I am left to wonder, who will care
If my life is charmed, or full of despair
I release my emotions, to the page
The good the sad, the parts with rage
The pen gets started, revealing each part
A stitched together, healed broken heart
Like many a writer, I am a bleeder
Revealing my secrets, to you the reader
My only hope, is that you have time
To see yourself, in the words I rhyme
Because without you, there is no dance
You are the reason, I take this chance
A dance with a stranger, one two three
Perhaps at the end, you will know me
Confident Dancer
I'm glad I chose to join you in Poetic dance
Thank you for giving my clumsy a chance
No longer will I wonder if you truly care
You share your beauty and masterful flare
Together we do our Rumba on a spotless page
For the textured surface is inspiration's stage
As we move in unison I feel your wonderous heart
Thanks for being at one with me within our art
We move together lost in rhyme and meter
Not wanting to leave anything from our reader
If they explore long enough perhaps within time
We will all be joined in this dance so sublime
Yes it can be scary taking a chance
Yet what would life be without the dance
No longer stranger, ink drips one two three
By knowing you, I have come to know me!
Season of death plays her melancholic tune,
tragedy portrayed through a chorus of birds.
In regret, I ponder why you left so soon,
still mourning the impact of your last words.
Demons hid some pieces of your jigsaw brain,
lost in your black abyss, troubles began to form.
Alcohol, drugs and abuse turned your life insane,
but your tongue was silent, battling the storm.
Sometimes I read the note you left behind,
saying you were sorry, but life was not kind.
If only I knew a way for time to rewind,
maybe I could have eased that troubled mind.
Guess you felt death would bring an end to the pain,
hope you found peace from a life you left in vane.
Silent One
27 October 2020
I lost a very special friend to suicide, on new years eve 1996.
It was not my only experience with suicide, but it was one that had a big impact on my life, because, I was the last person she spoke to.
Sadly, I did not get to her in time and she had already departed the world that troubled her so much. At the time, she was only 18.
For years, I struggled to come to terms with it, my coping mechanism was to blank it all out, suppress the emotions. But every new years eve, I would not do anything, it was my way of rebelling against it, I guess. I lived with regret. Sad thing was I never spoke to anyone about it.
I learned to deal with it through writing. My first poem about what happened was in 2015.
Some think suicide is selfish, but it is not. It is difficult for those left behind to deal with it, but we need to understand, people who leave the world in such a way, do not want to die, they want to end the pain.
Sometimes, no matter what we do or say, it may not help.
Always keep an eye out for family and friends, who you may think are feeling low and at times worthless. Many of us, at times, feel we do not belong.
Sometimes, the smallest act of reaching out could make a difference.
If you are feeling suicidal, there are helplines available in your country. Please call someone to talk to them. It could make a difference.
When we feel confused, oppressed, worthless, low, unloved, live a life without affection and understanding... Please remember there is always someone out there who loves and cares about you and will miss you so much if you are gone.
Sorry for the sad poem and thank you for reading.
As we climbed down the nets
Into the landing crafts
Veterans of theatre
With a mixture of drafts
In the distance through the spray
We could sight foreign lands
Normandy it is
After many months being planned
Closer and closer
With explosions all around
Our time is nearing
Will we reach these foreign grounds
The landing craft ramp
Drops with a splash
As we run through the water
Along the sands we dash
High on the cliff tops
Spandau's spray the beach
Bullets ripping flesh
Whilst gun emplacments preach
The lucky ones made it
As the unfortunate lay dead and dying
Limbs torn from souls
Some starring at the skies
As we shelter below the cliffs
We encourage the ones who follow
As they rush through the dead and red
Before death has them swallowed
For a moment i closed my eyes
And thought " why in the hell am i here "
When a bullet zips my helmet
So startled, that death was near
To the cliff tops we must climb
Pipe bombs lead the way
Barbed wire blown to bits
As our snipers have their say
Below the gun emplacements
Grenades in precision lob
Amongst our bitter enemy
A few more lives we've robbed
After many hours of fighting
The cliff tops we have taken
As i look down on the beaches
Redded by the ones, who will never awaken
This is the first poem in my story, as you follow me as i fight my way
to Berlin, and eventual peace after many years of wanton killing and suffering
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-normandy-to-peace.php
At the Feet of the Goddess
by Michael R. Burch
“What will you conceive in me?”—
I asked her. But she
only smiled.
“Naked, I bore your child
when the wolf wind howled,
when the cold moon scowled . . .
naked, and gladly.”
“What will become of me?”—
I asked her, as she
absently stroked my hand.
Centuries later, I understand:
she whispered—“I Am.”
Published by Romantics Quarterly (the first poem in the first issue), Penny Dreadful, Unlikely Stories, Underground Poets, Poetically Speaking, Poetry Life & Times, Little Brown Poetry. Keywords/Tags: Muse, Goddess, Erato, Beloved, poetic, lyric, divinity, Orpheus, Sappho, poems, Poetess, poets, poetry, inspiration, God
A lady was throwing out the trash
She was desperate to earn some cash
She tossed books in the air
Dumped them off without care
Then startled when she heard a big crash
She collected the pieces of glass
Catapulted them onto the grass
Then curled up for a rest
Leaning on the old chest
Until several hours had passed
Waking up in the late afternoon
To the sound of the mockingbird’s tune
She bumped into the hook
And knocked over a book
Titled ‘A Surrender to the Moon’
Her gasp of delight did ricochet
Around the backyard in disarray
Her prized anthology
Filled with mythology
Complete with her poetic essay
She published her first poem ever
Bound together to last forever
In this book so cherished
Never will be perished
Because it’s a national treasure
Seeing an ever growing list of my poems
Each and every one is so special to me
Learning to write poetry has been wonderful
Forming my first poem was a form of stress relief
All my musings come from an often crazy idea!
Challenging myself with new forms is therapeutic
Time for me to try and become a perfectionist -
Using my newfound skills to write a proper haiku!
At first I would get an idea and suffer from insomnia
Lately I am able to keep my muse under control!!
I secretly hope to be part of the poetry glitterati
Zealously I can now write with style and pizzazz!
Amazingly in November I will recite poems at a gala
There on the theatre stage I will be in the spotlight -
I may surreptitiously wave to my friends to say hi!
Oh my self-confidence will reach a crescendo
Now I’ll confess writing has become my passion!
Self Actualization Double Acrostic Contest
Sponsored by San Woo
11~03~16
First poem
Gentle the touch of smooth brushing kisses.
Softly I'll come to you, Softly I will.
Tender the night of eye's hungered wishes,
Calm are the hearts beating faster still.
Warm is the breath that crosses the spaces.
When love is the spring to time's winding clock.
Tremors from fingers that leave trailed traces.
Gives patience the key, that opens the lock.
Lost in the moment when melding is King.
Traveling in sync from rushes within.
Finding paradise in flight without wing,
Sacred, vulnerable rejoicing in.
Time is in motion and time will stand still.
Softly I'll come to you, Softly I will.
Response
Smooth are the kisses, textured and warm.
Softly I welcome you, Softly I do.
Closed are the eyes as touch will inform,
To welcome the love we find that is true.
Close is the space when breath is taken,
And the passing of time begins to slow.
Traces from fingers, never forsaken,
Opens the lock to the hearts now aglow.
King in a realm where lovers are merging.
Found by the altar of emotions pure.
Where just needs and paradise are surging,
And the sanctity of love is secure.
Time is in motion and time will ensue.
Softly I come to you, Softly I do.
contest In response to my first poem
9/30/15
The Love of Two People
The love of two people is the root of a family
To love is to believe
To love is to care
To love is to have faith
To love is to trust
To love is to understand
To love is to stand by each other in sickness and in death
8/28/2014
The Loss of Two People
It used to be the love of two people, but it didn't last
Times have change and commitments were broken
Was it a crush or was it lust
Was it love or was it the security the other provided
Was it helping each other or was it all one sided
Love should have been the best and the worst the Yin and Yang
9/27/2015
Contest Name: A response to your first poem
Sponsored by: Silent One
Luckless vessel plucked from the surface;
sucked into uncharted fathoms.
Relentless, roiling vortex
consumes all evidence.
Sated, exhausted,
swirling eddy
dissipates.
All is
calm.
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31 August 2017 (this version)
For the "First Poem" contest sponsored by Kim Rodrigues.
(2nd Place)
Notes for contest:
I joined Poetry Soup a few years ago and posted this as my first entry.
Reading back on it now, I am still pleased with its imagery and the message held within; how even the largest, most powerful man-made vessel becomes infinitesimal and completely helpless in the face of Nature's wrath.
I feel the poem flows with a nice rhythm and, as one kind 'Souper commented, the shape of the Nonet form almost replicates that of the subject matter - subconscious intent or happy coincidence…?
Poetry Soup has been instrumental in boosting my confidence and maintaining my output. The member-run contests provide continual motivation, whilst the kind and supportive comments from fellow 'Soupers are nothing less than inspirational. I thank you all.
I’m sorry…
I’m not perfect,
Yet you expect me to be.
I mess up. I make mistakes.
But I don’t care.
I’m sorry you hate me
For how much I have changed.
It’s a direct result
Of the consequences of your actions.
The repercussions of the pain you’ve caused me.
Also, I lied. I do care.
Sorry I let you get to me.
I never uttered my feelings
Because I knew you wouldn’t understand.
It was awkward in your presence
And I struggled to build courage.
My voice always betrayed me;
It never felt safe with you.
I’m sorry you think I’m too nice,
Too forgiving as you’ve said.
You seem to hate me
Because I’ve forgiven you
Over and again though you never deserved.
The night I broke down,
Sobbing in your ear.
You found my breaking point,
Said it’s something you don’t have.
You wanted to see if I did.
I gave you power over me.
All of it in your hands
And you used it to hurt me.
Always.
What’s worse is you knew
The power you had.
I thought you didn’t.
Your feelings were always first and foremost over mine.
You’d hurt others just to hurt me.
You lied and blamed it on me.
Had me doubt everyone and everything.
I’m sorry I wasn’t there
Though only because you pushed me away.
I’ve disappointed you.
I’ve apologized unnecessarily
And you hate it.
I loved you
And you couldn't comprehend that.
Your fear came in volumes
You could not fathom.
Mostly,
I’m not sorry we’re not friends.
I’m just sorry I never said goodbye.
Randomly went into the first poem I wrote on here and started rewriting it. Here's the version. (Chose to post because I like comparing old works to new works.)