Poetry Place

[Snowy Beswick]

Hi everyone!

I just thought it might be nice to have a place where we can share some poetry written by the members here...

Please feel free to write about what you are feeling, thinking or even doing!

Snowy x

[Snowy Beswick]

Memories as Souvenirs

You know one day I won't be here for you
But don't let that get you down
I'll be watching all the things you do
So wipe off that silly frown
We live forever but just as memories, I'm giving you mine to keep
I give them to you
And here's what you do
You keep memories as souvenirs

Life is a book and here are my stories
To dream on when you're asleep
No more anxieties and no worries
That make you to want count sheep
Dry those tears away and think of something funny when the rain comes tumbling down
Don't you feel blue
Cos I'm here for you
With memories as souvenirs

As for me, well you can see
There's a hundred thousand million different things that I could do
Here are one or two, I'll do them very soon I wouldn't lie to you
Caviar, go dancing, maybe even some romancing, just don't you tell your mom
Take a boat along the river, drink Champagne until I quiver, see a prom, that's just what I will do

There's a cafe on the boulevard
Its summer the sky's so blue
I'll be sitting playing chess or cards
And sipping a Cognac too
The days are warm and sunny and son you know that you're always gonna have me around
You know that it’s true
I'll do this for you
Just keep these words of mine as souvenirs

Memories of our fathers Souvenirs de nos peres (Peter Frampton) Click to listen to this instrumental track that I wrote these words to...

[Psychic Becky]

Oh my! I am an -avid- poet! I will be watching this thread very closely!
Meanwhile, here is a poem...about poetry! Enjoy.

POETRY IS...

Poetry is my blessing
It reaches into my soul, and pulls forth
The pure light, the pure darkness,
The chaos and inner turmoil within me
Placing it, arranging it
Into a work of art
My pleasure and pain, transformed
Into beauty

Poetry is my curse
For the inner cogs and springs
Of my clockwork mind
Are laid bare for all to see
Every faulty tic and toc
Made plain for all to hear

Poetry is my glass enclosure
Tap upon the walls,
And watch me scurry for cover
There is nowhere for me to hide
I cannot cover my beauty,
Cannot conceal my shame
I am naked to the world

I spread my arms freely, now
I hope you like what you see
I hope you enjoy what you hear
And refrain from judging harshly
For, aside from the linguistic nudity,
I am just like you
I am human, too

Poetry is my great confession
Of every sin and transgression
That's right, it's sad but true
I've been in love with two
I've run away
From hurt and shame
I've hidden in the dark night and cried
I've pitied myself, and felt foolish pride
I used to be a cutter
'Til the day I woke up better
I almost managed to take my own life
But somehow I managed to survive
But you knew all of this, didn't you?
And if you didn't before, well, now you do

Poetry is my dangerous addiction
Cannot stop, cannot cease
I must write more, I must spill forth
Every thought that touches my mind
With tantalizing, featherweight, ethereal fingertips
I must spew onto the page
And spew out from my lips

Poetry is my everything
Nothing will ever take it away
The day my pen can no longer press to paper
Is the day I die

[solana]

HOLD YOUR GROUND


I CAN FEEL YOU
CAN YOU FEEL ME
I SEE NOTHING
CAN YOU SEE ME

I FEEL AS IF I
JUMPED IN A HOLE
BUT STILL HOLDING ON
TO A HAND

FROM THE SKY
BEING GUIDED BY
GODS HAND
I BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND

FOR AS LONG AS I
HOLD ON TO
HIS HAND
I CAN BE FACE TO FACE

WITH THE THINGS I FIND
TO BE A DISGRACE
AS I DEFEAT THE NEGATIVE
I SPREAD THE MESSAGE

TO THOSE WHO LISTEN
MAY YOUR LIFE GLISTEN
THIS IS IT
GET READY

YOU MAY NOT FEEL STEADY
BUT BE STEADY
YOU MAY NOT FEEL STEADY
BUT HOLD YOUR GROUND
HOLD YOUR GROUND-

I SAID HOLD YOUR GROUND
HOLD YOUR GROUND
I SAID HOLD YOUR GROUND


BY:BRYAN FOX
(COPYRIGHT)

Hope ya'll don't mind, this is a poem my son wrote and with his permission, wanted to share it with you all

~~~sending you all healing loving energies~~~

[2ndsight]

One

In the stillness of the morning
Oh how I think of You
and see Your beauty in All
Its crispness and clarity
Its energy and vitality
swirls around all life
and fills us all with Divine Love

At midday, my mind drifts to Your presence
and I smile
feeling the power of being One with You now.
The music of life emanates through my Being
and I am truly happy to be alive

In the evening, as the night settles in
I am comforted as I listen to the sounds of silence
and then I hear it….
the calming, peaceful hum of love,
of ethereal energy coursing through my body
my family and my home
I lay my head down and release all worry
I relax knowing I am safe, I am cherished,
I am loved

I am always surrounded by Your greatness
and humbled to be Your gift to this world
I treasure each moment of my experience now
I am a spiritual being, a child of life
The best is yet to come

[kaymullins]

One of my older babies...hope you enjoy it!

CHILDREN OF STARDUST

We are born to the world,
children of stardust.

Galaxies glitter in our eyes.
Atomic spirits, reaching outwards,
seeking our place in the Universe.

Born of man, Heaven kissed,
stardust wraps our very soul.
We are the Earth, we are the stars,
we hold the key to all that was.

Created from a cosmic thought,
molded in the dreams of God.
Solar winds blow us onward,
passage marked by blinks of time.

All that is and all that will be,
all that's given mortal man...
Held in finite beauty
by children of stardust.

[ki3ds]

With her back up against
the tree she stood
In the grove, in the mist
Land so faraway
Yet she knew the way

Celtic warrior
Out of the mist
Awash in pain
He came

She held out her hand
Forward he came
Falling to his knees
Head to her core

No words were spoken
Yet everything was said
A loss he had suffered
And lost he was

Her hand in his hair
She felt his angst
Energy emitting
Warm hands
Healing heart

Pain did not win
Solution was found
Healing begun
Universal solution abounds

Pain washed away
Healing begun
In the grove in the mist
In Scotland

[RuneMissy Dani]

Such beautiful prose... so proud of you all!!! I enjoy reading each and every beautiful thought!! Great Job ladies and gentleman! WONDERFUL

[4realpoetess]

BLESSING LESSON 101

Come on class, let’s gather
'round for our daily lesson
The subject is Life
and you will be taught
each day has it’s blessing

You will also learn,
that all things happen
for a reason
try to understand
life changes like
the seasons

Copper leaves fall
strife drops its ball
God calls our loved ones home
angelic souls overcome
us, like waves
of ocean foam

We must remember loved
ones, as they are alive and well
That’s the way their
spirits live, the sick body
was merely a shell

Their spirits soar and visit
to make sure we are good
Reminding us to
embrace each day
living as we should

Though we grieve and miss
them much, and yearn for
their tingling touch
We must let go in time,
releasing our mourning crutch

So class, you are dismissed
now, go on about your day
Feeling close to loved
ones, who are never far away


By Antoinette Denise Johnson

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[Medium Laura Evans]

Beautiful works here! Thanks SO much for sharing them!!