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Mar 30, 2015 1:25:24 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2015 1:25:24 GMT -5
This is a truly interesting poem I came upon about fear. It will make you think, ponder and sympathize with the great many souls under it's spell. Very introspective in nature and a sad commentary on human beings and the lives some of us live. We really are our own monsters!
I Am My Own Monster
everyone fears the monster under their bed
I fear the monster in my bed
I fear me
for I am the one that continues on in pain
I am the one that seeks comfort in the darkness
into this pain and suffer
I am my own monster
my mind is my deepest fear
my thoughts are the only bumps in the night that fear
most fear the darkness
well I live in it
my mind fears the light
for we fear what we do not understand
and I do not understand the light
happiness...what is that
love.....what does that feel like
I fear not only the light but the rejection if I ever tried to come into the light
for when you live in the darkness
you live alone
no possibility of rejection
I feel safe and cold in the darkness
but what is this warmth I hear the light tease about
it do not know how it feels to be warm
I love the darkness’s cold embrace
when I feel it I know I am safe
when I feel it slip away that is when I start to worry
I start to fear
it usually means the light is near
I want to make it in to the light
I want to feel these things
warmth
love
and happiness
but my mind screams no
it starts to worry
it starts to over think
it feeds the fear
and I am stuck feeling it grow within
drowning in fear
I turn and run into the darkness
searching for its
cool embrace
and only then
do the screams of fear stop
only then does my mind slow
and try to rest
only then do I feel no fear\none at all
sure I feel pain and suffering
but I have felt those for so long
they have become my only company
my only friends
I know everything about them
and they know me
and accept me
unlike the light I am certain of the darkness
sure it is full of pain and suffering
but I know how those feel
I understand the darkness
I know the darkness
the light is totally unknown to me
and for that reason it scares me
really scares me
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2015 15:15:59 GMT -5
I love this poem by Pablo Neruda. It has such a beautiful and endearing quality about it. You could just feel the passion and love.
Don't Go Far Off
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
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Mar 31, 2015 22:25:46 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2015 22:25:46 GMT -5
Wow, I love this poem by Dylan Thomas. So brutally honest and powerful! Just amazing!
Death, it comes for us all, sometimes before our "time", but Dylan implores us to fight (in this case his father), to hold on to every last shred of life, cause it's worth it. Wow!
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Post by Ruby on Apr 3, 2015 10:02:06 GMT -5
Wow, I love this poem by Dylan Thomas. So brutally honest and powerful! Just amazing! Death, it comes for us all, sometimes before our "time", but Dylan implores us to fight (in this case his father), to hold on to every last shred of life, cause it's worth it. Wow! Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good NightDo not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Sent from my SM-G900T using proboards
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Post by Ruby on Apr 3, 2015 10:02:34 GMT -5
Its totally national poetry month have you joined any challenges Sent from my SM-G900T using proboards
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Apr 3, 2015 23:08:36 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2015 23:08:36 GMT -5
Its totally national poetry month have you joined any challenges Sent from my SM-G900T using proboards No, I didn't realized it was National Poetry Month. Thanks though, I'll get right on that, as soon as I... Sorry, I fell asleep there for a second. What were you saying? National Poetry... Dammit, I dozed off again! What the hell is going on!?! Sorry about that Ruby, I don't know what came over me. Perhaps, you should change the subject. Maybe you should go ahead and do that. Seriously though, I didn't realize it was National Poetry... WTF!!! I give up! Okay, I was just having a little fun there. But no, I didn't realized it was National Poetry Month. I just started to get back into it, so my awareness of everything is a bit off. I am studying poetry again though, so in time my interest in things related to the craft might be more piqued. Hopefully, this is the beginning of something great. I miss writing poetry, and I would like to get back into the spirit of doing that again. I guess I'll have to wait and see what happens. Stay tuned...
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Apr 6, 2015 17:03:52 GMT -5
Post by Ruby on Apr 6, 2015 17:03:52 GMT -5
@dman24 someone has to really be cool enough to get your humor…. i guess I'm one cool chick hahahaah na yea i figured that out last year when i wanted to start getting back into it. Some people do challenges and write poetry from daily prompts or they just write 30 poems in 30 days
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Apr 6, 2015 22:59:58 GMT -5
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@dman24 someone has to really be cool enough to get your humor…. i guess I'm one cool chick hahahaah na yea i figured that out last year when i wanted to start getting back into it. Some people do challenges and write poetry from daily prompts or they just write 30 poems in 30 days Well, we're both Cancers, so it's understandable why you would get my humor. But I was just being a bit silly there, a little too much I think, but my humor does get the better of me on occasions, so sometimes that is the result. Oh well. I doubt whether I'll get into any challenges though. I'm not that sort of poet. I usually like to take my time to do something, which I find is a better way to write poetry. But I'm sure it'll be a fun time by all. Just not really for me.
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Apr 8, 2015 16:52:07 GMT -5
Post by Ruby on Apr 8, 2015 16:52:07 GMT -5
@dman24 someone has to really be cool enough to get your humor…. i guess I'm one cool chick hahahaah na yea i figured that out last year when i wanted to start getting back into it. Some people do challenges and write poetry from daily prompts or they just write 30 poems in 30 days Well, we're both Cancers, so it's understandable why you would get my humor. But I was just being a bit silly there, a little too much I think, but my humor does get the better of me on occasions, so sometimes that is the result. Oh well. I doubt whether I'll get into any challenges though. I'm not that sort of poet. I usually like to take my time to do something, which I find is a better way to write poetry. But I'm sure it'll be a fun time by all. Just not really for me. i'm the same. I entered a challenge and have not even started it -_- I like to take my time and think of stuff or if I'm in the moment and just write my drabbles. its more my style anyway =)
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Apr 20, 2015 4:32:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2015 4:32:21 GMT -5
This short poem is sort of my own specialty. Every line rhymes with the other, which gives it a quality not seen much in poetry. I need to write more of these.
Ah, She's Fair
Ah, she's fair And so's her lustrous hair Perfection is all I see in her stare Beauty too rich for my soul to bear This earth had not a jewel so rare Neither sapphires or diamonds or pearls can compare A jewel may loose its luster from wear But her eternal beauty shall never dissapear
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Apr 26, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -5
Here's one of my favorite poems translated into German. Can anyone guess what it is? Hint: I've talked about it before.
Ein Halt in den Wäldern an einem verschneiten Abend
Wessen Wälder dies sind? Ich glaube es zu wissen.
Doch sein Haus liegt im Dorf.
Er wird nie Zeuge werden, dass ich mich hier aufhalte,
um zu beobachten wie seine Wälder mit Schnee bedeckt werden.
Mein kleines Pferd muss es verwunderlich finden,
dass ich halte ohne ein Farmhaus in Sichtweite.
Zwischen den Wäldern und dem gefrorenen See,
der dunkelste Abend des Jahres.
Er versetzt die Glocken seines Geschirrs in Klang,
wie um zu erfragen ob mir ein Fehler unterlaufen war.
Der einzig andere Klang ist das Wehen
des eisigen Windes und der zarten Flocken.
Die Wälder sind herrlich, dunkel und tief,
Doch ich habe Versprechen zu halten,
und viele Meilen vor mir um in den ersehnten Schlaf zu fallen;
und viele Meilen vor mir um in den ersehnten Schlaf zu fallen.
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May 10, 2015 7:46:09 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 7:46:09 GMT -5
Here's one of my favorite poems translated into German. Can anyone guess what it is? Hint: I've talked about it before. Ein Halt in den Wäldern an einem verschneiten AbendWessen Wälder dies sind? Ich glaube es zu wissen. Doch sein Haus liegt im Dorf. Er wird nie Zeuge werden, dass ich mich hier aufhalte, um zu beobachten wie seine Wälder mit Schnee bedeckt werden. Mein kleines Pferd muss es verwunderlich finden, dass ich halte ohne ein Farmhaus in Sichtweite. Zwischen den Wäldern und dem gefrorenen See, der dunkelste Abend des Jahres. Er versetzt die Glocken seines Geschirrs in Klang, wie um zu erfragen ob mir ein Fehler unterlaufen war. Der einzig andere Klang ist das Wehen des eisigen Windes und der zarten Flocken. Die Wälder sind herrlich, dunkel und tief, Doch ich habe Versprechen zu halten, und viele Meilen vor mir um in den ersehnten Schlaf zu fallen; und viele Meilen vor mir um in den ersehnten Schlaf zu fallen. BTW, the poem I translated into German was "Whose Woods These Are, I think I know" by Robert Frost. I wrote it previously in this thread. So there... mystery solved.
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May 28, 2015 3:03:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 3:03:38 GMT -5
Poetry is about bearing your soul. Your innermost thoughts and feeling put into words. And fear has no place in it; not if you want to convey your message. Just like an actor has to go to a vulnerable place to truthfully communicate a scene, poets have to be daring and willing to do the same. It's the essence of the craft.
This poem was written a while ago during a pretty dark period in my life. Thankfully I came out of it, but it was not the greatest of times for me. I guess my message is to hang in there, eventually things will work themselves out.
October
My heart is this cloudy dark day Where the rain falls endlessly And the sun seem billions of miles away It's light never reaching me
Trees are shedding their leaves The long cold days are near Does it matter what my soul believes With each passing year
For tomorrow the sun will come again And the long cold days will pass But will these ills I sorrow at end Or will they consume me at last?
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Jun 1, 2015 2:10:06 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 2:10:06 GMT -5
I love this poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. You can feel how much she truly loved her husband and how much he meant to her. A wonderful poem about a timeless subject many of us can relate to. A true classic.
How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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Jun 2, 2015 15:07:56 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 15:07:56 GMT -5
Here's another favorite poem of mine by Edgar Allan Poe. I just love his rhyme schemes and the depth of feeling he infuses into his poetry. The man is a true master.
Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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