Poetry Threat (well ok thread!) mark 2

[pikey]

@cymorill wrote:

it seems now that all the inspiration
has fled from my soul
as i struggle to write a few lines
maybe i have run out of things to say
or maybe it is because i am devoid
of any emotion that can be expressed
there is no love inside, no hate
just a vast empty space
have i found peace at last
or have i simply grown dispassionate.

Look, we’ve all been a bit done in. Sometimes life is hard. But just because England got knocked out by cheating johnny foreigners on penalties again, it doesn’t mean we can’t pick ourselves up and struggle on, does it? A nice cup of tea will sort you out. Stiff upper lip and all that. :)

[ccvulture]

Early lunch – chocolate bars on a draughty rock;
scoops of cloudless water from the peristalsis of a stream.
Mid-morning it is fresh in the umbrella of the pines.
Groundwater bubbles through the sweating,
detritus-soaked soil.

It is an hour as the hawk flits,
two as the lizard bolts,
three for the lovers who clamber
up the stony meander,
arms tugging on vibrant trunks
and each other’s encouragement.
Suddenly the canopy disintegrates, suddenly
it is all angled rays, sun signals
bouncing off granite into the newly-tuned
Corsican radar in their eyes:
all mountains dancing bossa nova
round an azure painted hall.

On the bald pate of the Bocca Palmente
she points down at the impenetrable
forest of their past, reminding him of
the start of their walk,
when they stepped through a gate and the foliage clothed them;
when they decided to get lost in the damp, colluding trees.
He points out to the Pleine Orientale,
reminding her of the incalculable sea,
their future atoms glimmering in the haze of
whatever salty breakers, whatever
knuckly roots, whatever narrow,
lightning-bleached ledges await them.

[jay]

thoughts……..of u
i miss u when ur not here…
when ur near…..i wanna c u, b with u, b u…..
i wanna hold u, kiss u, pls u
never leave u
tease u………give u it all
completely……..
take u there and then again….bring u bk
wantin more……….
make u blush…..what a rush…….
make u beg…
scream my name…….
just say it……..say it again
feels so gd…..cant get enuff……..
its never endin………
……
this thought of u…….

[Cymorill]

life is too short to waste your time
on idiots, bigots, analy retentive snobs
beaurocrats, aristocrats, sovereign wearing yobs
know it alls, do it alls perfect in every way

there comes a time when you just have say
to hell with everything

give me a world of freaks, geeks and tortured artistes
people that feel, people that love
people that suffer and people that give
people that know what it is to live

there comes a time when you just have to say
to hell with everything

[sharongooner]

@cymorill wrote:

life is too short to waste your time
on idiots, bigots, analy retentive snobs
beaurocrats, aristocrats, sovereign wearing yobs
know it alls, do it alls perfect in every way

there comes a time when you just have say
to hell with everything

give me a world of freaks, geeks and tortured artistes
people that feel, people that love
people that suffer and people that give
people that know what it is to live

there comes a time when you just have to say
to hell with everything

i like that, good one hun 8) 8) :D :wink:

[sharongooner]

@minim wrote:

Well it’s Saturday night.. so here goes….

The Nightclub

Coats and bags retrieved in haste,
as into the darkness the Saturday girls flow.
Amidst gales of laughter they link arms and share umbrellas
in that habitual rush to hurry home.
Grab a hasty snack,
Hurtle upstairs!
A bath, then wrapped in ‘gowns the Saturday night ritual begins.
Hair arranged, make-up applied until each masterpiece is ready
To be wrapped in creations that dazzle and blind.
Cheery calls of bye and don’t be late,
Then into the night, eyes sparkling, laughing and radiant,
Heels clicking on pavements still slick from the earlier rain.
A bus ride and a few drinks later, and at last the queue is joined.
They all file in with calls and gestures, jostling for position.
Coats exchanged for tickets as they descend into darkness together
Following the insistent steady pulse of raw dance music.
Then out onto the dance floor, arms and hips swaying as the rhythmic pulse
permeates to their very bones.
Frenzied energy dissipates in time, and pulses begin to race to a different beat,
As with eyes half closed, beads of sweat on brows, and lost in music,
They bump and grind.
Strobes light faces, as would be lovers strain to converse,
Watching lips for clues, moving ever nearer until bodies touch and
With lip to ear in desperation they struggle to make contact.
The air heavy with the smell of sex and smoke,
hips and thighs meld, and mesmerized they sway together as the last dance is played.

i like this too (sorry its an old thread, but i really really like this one!)

[Chess]

@wilma wrote:

Final Betrayal

I lied to you, I am so sorry,
We walk into here,
Your brown eyes plead with me,
They look sad, I know you fear

This place……..

My old, my faithful and trusting friend
The final betrayal – it’s kind!
The pain of this last unexpected decision
No time to leave or change our mind

Your bewildered frightened eyes
Say‘ what’s happening to me’?
I couldn’t tell you the truth nor tell lies
And I turned away so you couldn’t see

Is this being kind, but you can’t breathe,
So bad, you ‘re in pain
We can’t go home, nor leave
To have a walk in the rain

The needle entered slowly, this isn’t kind
We held you tightly and I so longed,
To scream ‘NO’ – I’ve changed my mind
Too late, my love, you were gone.

Was it wishful thinking or did I see,
Briefly, through a veil of tears
Of you,
Eyes bright,
Tail wagging,
Ears pricked
Running
Jumping
Through
Fields

‘I felt your pain and love you always’
Sleep my lovely…go to sleep….

Just read this wilma. Its very good and very sad and every pet owners nightmare

[sharongooner]

@chess wrote:

@wilma wrote:

Final Betrayal

I lied to you, I am so sorry,
We walk into here,
Your brown eyes plead with me,
They look sad, I know you fear

This place……..

My old, my faithful and trusting friend
The final betrayal – it’s kind!
The pain of this last unexpected decision
No time to leave or change our mind

Your bewildered frightened eyes
Say‘ what’s happening to me’?
I couldn’t tell you the truth nor tell lies
And I turned away so you couldn’t see

Is this being kind, but you can’t breathe,
So bad, you ‘re in pain
We can’t go home, nor leave
To have a walk in the rain

The needle entered slowly, this isn’t kind
We held you tightly and I so longed,
To scream ‘NO’ – I’ve changed my mind
Too late, my love, you were gone.

Was it wishful thinking or did I see,
Briefly, through a veil of tears
Of you,
Eyes bright,
Tail wagging,
Ears pricked
Running
Jumping
Through
Fields

‘I felt your pain and love you always’
Sleep my lovely…go to sleep….

Just read this wilma. Its very good and very sad and every pet owners nightmare

brought tears to my eyes too :( :( :( :(

[cath 55]

AHA!!! i shouted you now know me . or do you?
you think you do but do you?
the intricate workings of my mind?
you think you know but do you?

the passion in me fighting to get loose,
or do you think i’m just a silly goose?
AHA!!! my freind you think you know
but do you?

the anger at some buried so deep
the anger that leaves me unable to sleep
night after night i toss and i turn
you think you know me but do you?

the love i feel down deep inside
the longing for someone to take this ride
this ride of life walking hand in hand
you think you know me but do you?

the very frightened little child
that lives inside me and often runs wild
that lonely , scared , and unloved child,
you think you know me but do you?

the woman who yearns day after day
to hear i love you she often prays
from that someone shes yet to meet
you think you know me but do you?

the brain that fights to find its place
within society a scary place
than can discuss with confidence
you think you know me but do you?

the mother who holds dear her babies still
she holds them now and forever will
love them beyond life itself
you think you know me but do you?

my tale is not altogether complete
my man , my happiness i’ve yet to meet
but still i must not be ungracious
you think you know me but do you?

will my tale ever end?
will life give me the perfect freind?
the lover, the father, the mother, the child?
the person to help stop my soul running wild
to level myself in a niche’ where i should be
can you help ? cos icant: not me,
you think you know me but do you at all,
as i hide real emotions behind this brick wall

cath x

[lorraine]

i really like that poem cath ..its how i feel quite often :) x

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