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  • #520986

    I fired an arrow from my shed
    to show my love I was not dead
    I aimed at the moon
    coz my heart just bled
    but it landed in
    my neighbour’s head

    The police came round
    and arrested me
    for writing such poor
    poetry

    #520987

    @mellow wrote:

    Time is endless love is sparse
    looking for love find the source
    it begins with you it’s inside us all
    but always be ready for the fall.

    Feelings come and feelings go
    they pick you up or make you low
    good or bad they find you out
    make you laugh and make you shout.

    Happy joyful smiling laughing
    all the good things love can bring
    sadness despair pain and fear
    when someone cannot be near.

    Live enjoy rejoice in happiness
    beware though of eternal sadness
    take and embrace hold onto your heart
    you never know when you will be apart.

    The distance the void the passing time
    knowing they will not be thine
    so smile so laugh so try to be more
    than what you ever were before.

    All of your poems are very special :D

    #520988

    Thank you netty , it is good when a poem or words evoke memories
    and can be attributed to places , people or events from someones past
    or present.

    Thank you penny , when someone appreciates poetry it is nice of them to
    say so :D

    #520989

    The journey

    A leaf falls from its sanctuary in the tree
    drifting aimlessly on the mercy of the breeze
    not knowing where its going or where its meant to be
    ending its journey but at last finally it is set free.

    A journeys end now awaits the solitary leaf
    a garden on a park or just settling on the heath
    the ending may be short lived or may go on through Autumn
    just nestling on the ground craving some final summer Sun.

    A journeys end for one so proud so what is its fate
    as Summer folds and Autumn calls for the leaf its now to late
    crinkling drying shrinking dying losing its life force
    its natures way of making things take their natural course.

    The leaf may now be no more simply crisp and gold or brown
    covering the landscape with a beautiful colourful gown
    so though the life has seemingly drained away
    the leaf for now is here to stay.

    Once green once bright once full of zest
    now no more the leaf finally comes to rest
    but still gives pleasure in its final passing
    such beauty in evidence so much delight it still can bring.

    So though things fall and come to rest
    they only serve to pass the test
    to return again with Summers bloom
    to bring the tree to life once more soon.

    #520990

    @annette-curtain wrote:

    @mellow wrote:

    Thank you for the comments , feel free to post a poem of your own anybody.
    Here is one called Tranquil.

    Babbling brook running deep
    gentle flow soothing feet
    walking slowly taking care
    country breeze in your hair.

    In the distance rolling hills
    breathe the air enjoy how it feels
    shimmering sun-rays through the mist
    a beautiful summer sunrise not to be missed.

    I immediately thought of Tinks , when I read this. Lovely!

    #520991

    Wonderful poem tinks , that was emotive and drawn from
    personal and happy memories no doubt.

    #520992

    Sands of time

    Looking back to those distant childhood years
    the times were happy we never knew many fears
    and so through time through hope and through growing up
    we took for granted happiness playing friendships all the childrens stuff.

    As time goes by it is measured so little
    so your memories you must never whittle
    the sands of time are there to use
    to look back on memories you must never lose.

    The times you saw and looked on in awe
    those kinds of memories will never go
    so keep them close and hold them dear
    to call upon in times of sadness or fear.

    Then be strong and look and smile
    let your memory linger a while
    look back in fondness and give a contented sigh
    your mind your heart and your memories do not lie.

    #520993

    Well, poetry covers many sins, from jolly ditties like The Dirty Old Bishop of Birmingham to poems which stun you into silence, like Ezra Pound’s Pisan Cantos, or James Merrill’s The Changing Light at Sandover.

    Many people, and I think maybe some of the people here, write poems about something, memory or event, which means an awful lot to them, is close to their heart. The most poignant cover a loss, of a child or baby quite often – but the memory is often much sharper and much more felt than the actual poem. Agenda, the poetry magazine, found those poems very hard to handle, though they always took a hard line on them.

    Maybe most people write poetry like that (some magazine found that far more people write poetry than read it, which is quite worrying to my mind at least).

    The first poet I ever met insisted on reading his poems aloud to us – they were about his se xual feelings, and he read them looking all forlorn and sensitive, with an open shirt to show his manly chest (to the guys as well as the gals – Simon Armitage does this, sometimes lol)). When someone said she thought the poems were c rap, it was like someone had criticised his performance in bed. At first, he went all quiet and hurt, his face painful to behold. Then, as the poetry readings went on, he started shouting, telling us all that we had no real appreciation of poetry. Boy, was he peeved.

    Ezra Pound , at the age of 25, read his (deeply romantic and archaically phrased) poetry aloud to Ford Madox Ford. Ford lay on the floor, and rolled around laughing his b um off. Pound was upset, for sure, but he decided that maybe he should change his poetry, and write different stuff. Writing better poems is a better response than getting all uptight and sniffy.

    As a modest word of genuinely friendly advice from someone who appreciates poetry (honest, I do, honest lol, and I’m glad and a bit jealous that people should want to write it) poems don’t have to rhyme,

    but if you do write formal poetry,

    make sure it scans by reading it aloud to yourself.

    Maybe my ear for rhythm isn’t as good as I think it is, though?

    #520994

    That was a tad sceptical and maybe even blase
    is that what you simply just came here to say
    the use of free verse had not gone away
    it simply waits patiently to be written another day.

    As there are many forms in which poetry can be used
    who is anyone to say which is more likely to amuse
    enjoyment from reading or writing is simply what it is
    i really hope that you can try to understand this.

    So i shall not look upon your comments except with open arms
    and hopefully the poems people post will wow you with their charms
    alas if this is not meant to be and you choose to comment with disdain
    that is your choice i have to say but the poetry will remain.

    If there could be a poem that was suited to all tastes
    then maybe not so many words would simply go to waste
    the simplicity and delight is there if one can see
    and brings pleasures to many others and hopefully not just me.

    There are it is reckoned over fifty types of poetry in all its wonderous forms
    and they make us happy they makes us sad and sometimes quite forlorn
    but that is maybe the attraction of why people write some verse
    to gain such enjoyment by simply being terse.

    #520995

    The path

    When one can seem to be so strong yet fail in wordly ways
    it makes no sense it has no reason why these things bear such a load
    the rights or wrongs will not matter as thy strength will see you through
    no path will be impassable nor will no stone will remain unturned.

    If you can see the passage ahead and defeat the foe in sight
    a strength like one hundred Tigers will be beating in your heart
    no foe will remain undefeated less troubles will you have
    for your path will become a haven and lifes burdens will be less.

    Find your inner strength feel it and feed on it everyday
    feel the hope then feel the need in part of daily life
    be strong be bold and never fall short of your goals
    but most of all remember to never fear your path.

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