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Jul 01, 2009 10:22AM
Okay, you may start posting your poetry items now. I will be judging this contest. I will decide on winners at the end of July, so that we have the winners for August.
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Okay this is VERY RANDOM POEM.....!!!
ALONE
I went from every door to every window calling your name.
I searched every corner, every shadow that carried your essence.
The days, the nights, all were an endless path that went on and on.
I looked everywhere,trying to catch maybe just a glimpse,but the darkness was hiding you away from me.
I looked and looked, but all in vain.
It was after many days that the truth hit me,
I was alone.
I went from every door to every window calling your name.
I searched every corner, every shadow that carried your essence.
The days, the nights, all were an endless path that went on and on.
I looked everywhere,trying to catch maybe just a glimpse,but the darkness was hiding you away from me.
I looked and looked, but all in vain.
It was after many days that the truth hit me,
I was alone.
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...You thirst for me
I see your eyes
You long for me
My blood is your prize
I'll give it to you
In fact I desire
To give it to you
You are my vampire
I wake in the moonlight
I see you no more
Awaking at midnight
Who am I searching for?
So you are not real
A figment of my subconscious
I have someone real
Someone not heartless
I'll still wait for you
In all of my dreams
I still yearn for you
My imagination teems
You don't love me like that
By: Christina
Btw It's really a song!
My cellphone rings
I know it's you
You sound the way you always do
But somethings not right
Your voice makes me feel like flying
I love you so much I feel like crying
But you don't love me like that
No, You don't love me like that.
My heart won't let you go
I know there's other fish in the sea
But...your the only fish for me
I still love you.
Your voice makes me feel like flying
I love you so much I feel like crying
But you don't love me like that.
No, you don't love me like that.
My cellphone rings
I know it's you
You sound the way you always do
You still love me too
By: Christina
Btw It's really a song!
My cellphone rings
I know it's you
You sound the way you always do
But somethings not right
Your voice makes me feel like flying
I love you so much I feel like crying
But you don't love me like that
No, You don't love me like that.
My heart won't let you go
I know there's other fish in the sea
But...your the only fish for me
I still love you.
Your voice makes me feel like flying
I love you so much I feel like crying
But you don't love me like that.
No, you don't love me like that.
My cellphone rings
I know it's you
You sound the way you always do
You still love me too
WOW you guys are great!!!!!!!!!
Old Sailor Dan
Ushered through his small room by the sea
On his balcony, watching the ocean, sipping his tea
With graveled voice says “Come lad, come sit with me”
“Visitors are few, this interview, glad the home agreed”.
“My name’s Dan”, shaking my hand, surprised at his grip
Handing me a cuppa, from which I take a small sip
Deep blue eyes, hypnotizing still sharp, so quick
Skin tanned like leather, gained from many an ocean trip.
Staring back at sea, entranced at where he spent his life
Noticing above his door two lanterns, green and red lights
Under the red lantern positioned for him just right
An old brass ship’s bell, he keeps polished so bright.
He sits looking out to sea, he knows where he belongs
Once again to ride the waves, this his heart longs
And soon at life’s end, upon this earth no longer
He will join with his mates at Davey Jones’s locker.
He says “I’m the son of a son’s sailor” and proud I say
Grandfather sailed old schooners to exotic ports far away
Sailing cold rainy nights or oppressive heat of day
To Tropical Island’s where rum flowed and island girls play.
My Father a merchant sailor died at sea in WW1
Germans, perfecting their U-boats were on a hunting run
Tragic part of my life 1917, for not just losing one
Left with Aunty; Mum fled never more to see her Son.
Thankful for those years, my Uncle and Aunt’s love
Also the roof over my head, when rains fell from above
Powerful feelings of the ocean’s call, born into my blood
Jumping a freighter, my adrenalin flowing like a flood.
He sits looking out to sea, he knows where he belongs
Once again to ride the waves, this his heart longs
And soon at life’s end, upon this earth no longer
He will join with his mates at Davey Jones’s locker.
Happy of those times, a fulfillment of my heart
Knew my love; the ocean and I would never part
1941 boarded a merchant ship making a new start
Befriending an “old salt” telling of his time on the “cutty sark”.
1944 to all, the horrors of ocean war came to be
Vivid nightmares, I truly wish no generation to see
Attacked by “zero’s” crew survived, except for three
From a raft, watch my “old salt”, sink to the depths of the sea.
For a moment we both sit gazing at the horizon
Chuckling, he notices kids jumping from a pylon
I imagined his life so adventurous when called upon
He says, “Great times were had, when free time was on”.
He sits looking out to sea, he knows where he belongs
Once again to ride the waves, this his heart longs
And soon at life’s end, upon this earth no longer
He will join with his mates at Davey Jones’s locker.
On a Jamaican Island drink was plenty, girls would sing
Never married, tied to one girl I thought was not my thing
But one was so beautiful, to be with her felt like a sin
Two weeks with this Irish rose, I promised a wedding ring.
My one true love, who could stop my ocean plight
To spend my days with her, always in my sight
Returning to that coastal village, to make her my wife
With war I lost contact, when almost losing my life.
Son, I’ve spent my life, on the crest of a wave
I’ve seen royalty, poverty, saved a few slaves
Bid goodbye to many friends in the ocean’s grave
When I pass, I give to you all my memoirs to save.
He sits looking out to sea, he knows where he belongs
Once again to ride the waves, this his heart longs
And soon at life’s end, upon this earth no longer
He will join with his mates at Davey Jones’s locker.
Months have passed, I think often of Old sailor Dan
Wrote my article of his life at sea, this humble man
T’was not the story drawing me to his home in the sand
But the tingling proud feeling, when first shaking his hand.
Never told him, my father disappeared to the ocean’s grave
Nor the chest we found hidden in his attic for many a day
In this chest a picture, a beautiful woman and child from far away
Was my grandmother, and was written “Dan, for you my love I pray”
Went to Dan’s funeral, I cried as his ashes were scattered at sea
Knowing that for him, nowhere else he would rather be
To be joined with Dad and Grand-mum, together as three
Finally, to find my Grandfather, the ending of a chapter for me.
He sits looking out to sea, he knows where he belongs
Once again to ride the waves, this his heart longs
And soon at life’s end, upon this earth no longer
He will join with his mates at Davey Jones’s locker.
David J Delaney (c)
Ushered through his small room by the sea
On his balcony, watching the ocean, sipping his tea
With graveled voice says “Come lad, come sit with me”
“Visitors are few, this interview, glad the home agreed”.
“My name’s Dan”, shaking my hand, surprised at his grip
Handing me a cuppa, from which I take a small sip
Deep blue eyes, hypnotizing still sharp, so quick
Skin tanned like leather, gained from many an ocean trip.
Staring back at sea, entranced at where he spent his life
Noticing above his door two lanterns, green and red lights
Under the red lantern positioned for him just right
An old brass ship’s bell, he keeps polished so bright.
He sits looking out to sea, he knows where he belongs
Once again to ride the waves, this his heart longs
And soon at life’s end, upon this earth no longer
He will join with his mates at Davey Jones’s locker.
He says “I’m the son of a son’s sailor” and proud I say
Grandfather sailed old schooners to exotic ports far away
Sailing cold rainy nights or oppressive heat of day
To Tropical Island’s where rum flowed and island girls play.
My Father a merchant sailor died at sea in WW1
Germans, perfecting their U-boats were on a hunting run
Tragic part of my life 1917, for not just losing one
Left with Aunty; Mum fled never more to see her Son.
Thankful for those years, my Uncle and Aunt’s love
Also the roof over my head, when rains fell from above
Powerful feelings of the ocean’s call, born into my blood
Jumping a freighter, my adrenalin flowing like a flood.
He sits looking out to sea, he knows where he belongs
Once again to ride the waves, this his heart longs
And soon at life’s end, upon this earth no longer
He will join with his mates at Davey Jones’s locker.
Happy of those times, a fulfillment of my heart
Knew my love; the ocean and I would never part
1941 boarded a merchant ship making a new start
Befriending an “old salt” telling of his time on the “cutty sark”.
1944 to all, the horrors of ocean war came to be
Vivid nightmares, I truly wish no generation to see
Attacked by “zero’s” crew survived, except for three
From a raft, watch my “old salt”, sink to the depths of the sea.
For a moment we both sit gazing at the horizon
Chuckling, he notices kids jumping from a pylon
I imagined his life so adventurous when called upon
He says, “Great times were had, when free time was on”.
He sits looking out to sea, he knows where he belongs
Once again to ride the waves, this his heart longs
And soon at life’s end, upon this earth no longer
He will join with his mates at Davey Jones’s locker.
On a Jamaican Island drink was plenty, girls would sing
Never married, tied to one girl I thought was not my thing
But one was so beautiful, to be with her felt like a sin
Two weeks with this Irish rose, I promised a wedding ring.
My one true love, who could stop my ocean plight
To spend my days with her, always in my sight
Returning to that coastal village, to make her my wife
With war I lost contact, when almost losing my life.
Son, I’ve spent my life, on the crest of a wave
I’ve seen royalty, poverty, saved a few slaves
Bid goodbye to many friends in the ocean’s grave
When I pass, I give to you all my memoirs to save.
He sits looking out to sea, he knows where he belongs
Once again to ride the waves, this his heart longs
And soon at life’s end, upon this earth no longer
He will join with his mates at Davey Jones’s locker.
Months have passed, I think often of Old sailor Dan
Wrote my article of his life at sea, this humble man
T’was not the story drawing me to his home in the sand
But the tingling proud feeling, when first shaking his hand.
Never told him, my father disappeared to the ocean’s grave
Nor the chest we found hidden in his attic for many a day
In this chest a picture, a beautiful woman and child from far away
Was my grandmother, and was written “Dan, for you my love I pray”
Went to Dan’s funeral, I cried as his ashes were scattered at sea
Knowing that for him, nowhere else he would rather be
To be joined with Dad and Grand-mum, together as three
Finally, to find my Grandfather, the ending of a chapter for me.
He sits looking out to sea, he knows where he belongs
Once again to ride the waves, this his heart longs
And soon at life’s end, upon this earth no longer
He will join with his mates at Davey Jones’s locker.
David J Delaney (c)
Maryam_Music Lover_ wrote: "WOW you guys are great!!!!!!!!!"
thankz!
thankz!
wow. I will have alot of poetry to read, but so far, EVERYTHING looks awesome!
GoodbyeI felt the pain in me
when I had to say goodbye
to the only man I loved,
for I did not want him to see me die.
It was quick and very sad.
I saw the torment in his eyes,
I prayed to God to help him
because I could not bare to see him cry.
I shook his hand, kissed his cheek
and left without another word.
I glanced behind my shoulder,
he was gone, soaring high above just like a little bird.
The rain had finally stopped
but the clouds were still dull and gray,
I said my goodbyes;
the last words I would say.
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
don't withdraw! everybody that had posted here has amazing talent!
thank you. . . i got really bored in my room, and i wasnt in the 'oo im going to make a happy poem now!' mood.
lol. I had one of those...I wrote alot of new poems, some happy, some not so much
hmm, do you have any poetry on goodreads?
there's the link for my writing...
iv read a few already, they r awesome!
yea, some of them aren't so good...they were just random
all of my poems that i write r random too, but urs r really good!
I lift my eyes slowly,Into his gorgeous face.
Why can't he love me,
As I love him?
Why must he always
Push me away?
I don't think my heart
Can be fixed.
It's been shattered, destroyed.
A tear escapes my eye,
As he turns away from me.
I reach out for him,
But he's too far now;
My hand falls back to my side.
"I love you," I murmur,
Though I know he can't hear me.
I know I will never be able to love again,
Not with the memory of him in my heart.
Sassy Lou
Hey, thanks. It was totally just off the top of my head.
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Musical♥Writer, Writing: If your in this group, I shouldn't have to go on
(last edited Jul 07, 2009 10:15AM)
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It is(?)
It is everywhere I look
It is nowhere in sight
It is the spirit
It is the hate
It is my tears
It is my voice
It is my fears
It is a loving embrace
It is a kick to the curb
It is a truth
It is a fairy tale
It is all there is
It is nothing at all
It is my life
It is my end
It is inside me
It is out of my reach
It is all i want
It is my worst fear
It is strenghthening
It is maddening
It is my closest friend
It is a stranger
It is the world
It is the fires of hell
It is essential
It is toxic
It is...Love
Its like MUSIC I know, sorry. I'm working on the name...should it be It is or Love
thats awesome too! Oh wow all of these poems are so good!Um, Im not sure with the titles, sry! But they both sound right!
Wow..Awesome Poems guys!!!!!!!!I love them...you all like Aly said have amazing talent!!!!!
Oops, I just realized that I don't have a title for mine. Let's call it...Broken.
The Passing Love ((i think allot of y'all have read it..))
Every day, i wander towards you,
through the crowd, and try to find,
the courage i used to have...
Every time i think i have found it again,
i see your beautiful face.. and it crumbles.
I walk by, I fade to the backgrounds..
'Till I'm nothing but a passer by...
One day i pray, that as i walk by you,
i find that courage,
and follow my dreams, follow my heart..
and that you will realize why i walk by every
single day... that you realize...I love you..
Every day, i wander towards you,
through the crowd, and try to find,
the courage i used to have...
Every time i think i have found it again,
i see your beautiful face.. and it crumbles.
I walk by, I fade to the backgrounds..
'Till I'm nothing but a passer by...
One day i pray, that as i walk by you,
i find that courage,
and follow my dreams, follow my heart..
and that you will realize why i walk by every
single day... that you realize...I love you..
wow...I want to comment on EVERYONE'S poems, but I can't comment on anyone's specifically since I am judging. I love everyone's so far.
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Musical♥Writer, Writing: If your in this group, I shouldn't have to go on
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lol...end of this month, so thhat it is done and judged at the beginning of August
I agree with Bianca and Krista, so many Great poems!!!
Aly ♫SOCCER GOALIE♫SOFTBALL CATCHER♫ wrote: "lol...end of this month, so thhat it is done and judged at the beginning of August"gotcha!
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
Here's mine. Wouldn't copy for some reason. Computer's going wacko.
Here's mine. Wouldn't copy for some reason. Computer's going wacko.
btw, it's the same one i'm doing for writers network so you can check it out there, too.
Thanks!
Thanks!
hehehe. yea, I'm trying to get people here to join there and people there to join here too.
