What a lovely uplifting poem! I'd like to see this re-posted near or on the big day, it'd really suit the mood.
Thanks for sharing this Wizzy :kitty:
Glad you liked it! Yes, I will happily re-post during Advent. But I have a Christmas poem to share for the big day itself!
Jupiter has always been a fascination of mine, well the solar system has. I liked the way you describe it in your poem. Have you ever had a book published Musty, or do you write for pleasure and have files of sixty million poems stored throughout your living room?
Do you remember
I said I would find you
though you were lost
do you remember when
all that time had passed
amongst the many
there walked asleep
as many searched for
something to awake
from dreams of escape
I give you love here
where you are free
as you then can be.
Separation
in minds made twin
no resolve
or very little
gives signs of undesirability
with chaotic release
all in the mix
his autocue stutter
her transatlantic drawl
tempter alight
temptress ablaze
nothing worth saving
save for
neon shadows
poster
contemplation
in minds once twin
...that's the first time I've tried to write an actual poem. Does it even work?? xD
Spring stirs, warming the earth; awakening.
Slumbers break to memories then draw
the mind to new beginnings and loves.
Shoots, slowly unfurling from Fate’s shadow,
reach out to summer’s warmth
while feelings touch back …
cast into the full shine of the season.
And I think of you incautiously.
Trees, gilded by death, close in
and the days contract to Winter’s chill,
then will love be kept at arms’ length?
Though time will bring answers filtered through fears,
be it a burden to bear through Christmastime and into a new year.
I want to write
but I do not know what,
to share the world with you
through the written word
but how best to do so?
It can be tricky,
to find the right words
to explain all there is to say.
Perhaps I should cover nature,
wild weather, rural peace, mountain retreats,
adventure and mishaps,
the animal kingdom -
so many glorious aspects exist...
or our own species,
the great and good of our fellow people,
let alone our own turmoil,
joy and sorrow,
evil and compassion,
hope and despair.
Maybe I should touch on friendships,
relationships, mutual companions,
love and hurt,
betrayal and bliss.
What else is there?
in this big wide universe we may be but a speck -
does this make you sad, or excited by the possibility,
of what may be out there?
will we ever know?.
There are so many questions we could ponder,
so many feelings and emotions to be expressed,
so much,
a world of potential, lifetimes of mistakes,
achievements, so much to cover,
where to start? the choice is endless...
pick up your pen, or poise your fingers above your keyboard
and see what comes to mind,
for all the creativity you need can be found,
if you take the time to listen out for it.
Nice one Izzy :kitty: You pointed out the endless options that are available to anyone writing poetry. One of the strengths of this thread is the sheer range of topics covered.
Who’s accelerated into my life like a Ferrari racing car?
Who’s taking me, lap after lap, to every cocktail bar?
Who’s driving my heart-rate crazy at a million beats an hour?
Who makes me feel ten thousand cc’s thrust of power?
Who is it, in my life, who’s roared into my pole position?
Who do I long to love in a head-on sex collision?
Who drives me madly around the circuit of my life?
Who do I want to make my Penelope Pit-Stop wife?
Oh no, not again,
she’s set my life in a whirl.
Oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
Who’s the one who’s turned my life into an expanding supernova?
Who makes my lust blast off over and over and over?
Who’s taken me from the third, down a worm-hole, to the fourth dimension?
Who’s launched my dreams into space, to a distant constellation?
Who’s boldly taking me to places I’ve never eaten before?
Who’s the Big Bang in my life that I want more and more?
Whose gravity has pulled me into the orbit of her planetary-warp?
Who’s my sweet ’n’ neat Star Bug to my pulsating Red Dwarf?
Oh no, not again,
she’s made my universe expand ‘n‘ curl,
oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
Who longs to bite me deeply and sweetly on my neck?
And who’d make me ever so happy to be a blood-drained undead wreck?
And whose blood-sucking beauty has me completely mesmerised?
And who has the most gorgeous and deeply hypnotic eyes?
Who only comes out at night when the sun has finally set?
Who is the woman I’m delighted and excited that I’ve met?
Who looks every day in the mirror to see she isn’t there?
And whose bed of Llandudno earth do I long to share?
Oh no, not again,
she makes my desire unfurl,
oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
She’s in the centre of my podium,
the premier seat in my Odeon,
my infinity and divinity,
my Neo and Trinity.
She’s Carry on Screaming,
my sweet Fevre Dreaming,
my lust and my fire,
my deepest desire.
Oh yes, again and again,
in the oyster of my life
you are my one true pearl.
Oh yes, again, again, again and again,
you are my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
Who’s accelerated into my life like a Ferrari racing car?
Who’s taking me, lap after lap, to every cocktail bar?
Who’s driving my heart-rate crazy at a million beats an hour?
Who makes me feel ten thousand cc’s thrust of power?
Who is it, in my life, who’s roared into my pole position?
Who do I long to love in a head-on sex collision?
Who drives me madly around the circuit of my life?
Who do I want to make my Penelope Pit-Stop wife?
Oh no, not again,
she’s set my life in a whirl.
Oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
Who’s the one who’s turned my life into an expanding supernova?
Who makes my lust blast off over and over and over?
Who’s taken me from the third, down a worm-hole, to the fourth dimension?
Who’s launched my dreams into space, to a distant constellation?
Who’s boldly taking me to places I’ve never eaten before?
Who’s the Big Bang in my life that I want more and more?
Whose gravity has pulled me into the orbit of her planetary-warp?
Who’s my sweet ’n’ neat Star Bug to my pulsating Red Dwarf?
Oh no, not again,
she’s made my universe expand ‘n‘ curl,
oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
Who longs to bite me deeply and sweetly on my neck?
And who’d make me ever so happy to be a blood-drained undead wreck?
And whose blood-sucking beauty has me completely mesmerised?
And who has the most gorgeous and deeply hypnotic eyes?
Who only comes out at night when the sun has finally set?
Who is the woman I’m delighted and excited that I’ve met?
Who looks every day in the mirror to see she isn’t there?
And whose bed of Llandudno earth do I long to share?
Oh no, not again,
she makes my desire unfurl,
oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
She’s in the centre of my podium,
the premier seat in my Odeon,
my infinity and divinity,
my Neo and Trinity.
She’s Carry on Screaming,
my sweet Fevre Dreaming,
my lust and my fire,
my deepest desire.
Oh yes, again and again,
in the oyster of my life
you are my one true pearl.
Oh yes, again, again, again and again,
you are my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
That is great, I was more singing that than reading it, would make good lyrics
Lots of talent in this thread.
I do write some poetry myself but its usually short. I love the micropoetry hashtag on twitter
Hey little
strange world
what you doing
all in a haze
upon a tooing but
with some kinda love
comes a release
lighten your load
feel that at ease
so tell me some
as many as please
hey love
strange world.
His early works were bleak studies of peasants,
Observing rural poverty alone,
An artist with a solitary presence
Who captured every melancholy tone.
Then other subjects we can see his hand shape,
Becoming clear and brighter all the while;
The wooden fishing boats and harvest landscape,
The woman at the table with a smile.
A café where the customers are drinking
Beneath a stunning network of white stars,
A boiling sun of orange slowly sinking,
Sunflowers gathered in a china vase.
The home portrayed with brilliant walls of yellow,
The pipe he loved to smoke and chair for ease,
Those cypress trees so beautiful and mellow
I almost hear them rustling on the breeze.
But mental illness left him torn and tainted,
A bandage soaked in blood, an angry snarl,
He had to go away yet still he painted
The courtyard of the hospital in Arles.
Depicted as a vivid raging ocean,
The cornfield was a sign the end was nigh
And crows above it causing a commotion
Predicted what would come in hot July.
O Vincent with a gun you chose to sever
The loneliness, to heaven you were hurled
Quite unaware we'd celebrate forever
The way you saw the beauty of the world.
Comments
The world/universe is such a fascinating place - I don't think I'll ever run out of topics :kitty:
I'm glad you liked Moonsong
Glad you liked it! Yes, I will happily re-post during Advent. But I have a Christmas poem to share for the big day itself!
Jupiter has always been a fascination of mine, well the solar system has. I liked the way you describe it in your poem. Have you ever had a book published Musty, or do you write for pleasure and have files of sixty million poems stored throughout your living room?
I'm in the final stages of proof-reading my next effort, which will be much bigger and hopefully better. I have over 1000 poems in my file
I shall look forward to your Xmas poem :kitty:
In cafés contemplating
The past and sipping tea,
Some spend the hours waiting,
Some live beside the sea.
With faces lined by gladness
At photographs they peer,
Remembering in sadness
When relatives were near.
If any neighbour bothers
To chat or share a smile,
The loneliness that hovers
Is held at bay a while.
The time is filled with reading,
As evening looms ahead
They sit on benches feeding
The grateful birds with bread.
Society estranges
And tends to leave them cold,
A world of rapid changes
Forgets about the old.
I watch the sun that sets here,
Now I'm in autumn's spell
And when the winter gets here
Then I'll be old as well.
©
When December comes
we turn the page.
Do you remember
I said I would find you
though you were lost
do you remember when
all that time had passed
amongst the many
there walked asleep
as many searched for
something to awake
from dreams of escape
I give you love here
where you are free
as you then can be.
Separation
in minds made twin
no resolve
or very little
gives signs of undesirability
with chaotic release
all in the mix
his autocue stutter
her transatlantic drawl
tempter alight
temptress ablaze
nothing worth saving
save for
neon shadows
poster
contemplation
in minds once twin
...that's the first time I've tried to write an actual poem. Does it even work?? xD
Slumbers break to memories then draw
the mind to new beginnings and loves.
Shoots, slowly unfurling from Fate’s shadow,
reach out to summer’s warmth
while feelings touch back …
cast into the full shine of the season.
And I think of you incautiously.
Trees, gilded by death, close in
and the days contract to Winter’s chill,
then will love be kept at arms’ length?
Though time will bring answers filtered through fears,
be it a burden to bear through Christmastime and into a new year.
You’re wearing pretty well, my love,
you’re wearing pretty well,
you’re getting near fifty, my love
but who can truly tell?
Your face remains unlined, my dear,
your body’s slim and neat,
your eyes shine bright, as clear as ice,
and you have such pretty feet.
Your mind is sharp and quick and clear,
your intelligence is profound,
your interests span the universe
and your wit and wisdom both astound.
But when you look in the mirror
I wonder what you see.
Do you see the joyful, beautiful woman?
Do you see the same as me?
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View the poems here
I prefer the poem by Tesco
I want to write
but I do not know what,
to share the world with you
through the written word
but how best to do so?
It can be tricky,
to find the right words
to explain all there is to say.
Perhaps I should cover nature,
wild weather, rural peace, mountain retreats,
adventure and mishaps,
the animal kingdom -
so many glorious aspects exist...
or our own species,
the great and good of our fellow people,
let alone our own turmoil,
joy and sorrow,
evil and compassion,
hope and despair.
Maybe I should touch on friendships,
relationships, mutual companions,
love and hurt,
betrayal and bliss.
What else is there?
in this big wide universe we may be but a speck -
does this make you sad, or excited by the possibility,
of what may be out there?
will we ever know?.
There are so many questions we could ponder,
so many feelings and emotions to be expressed,
so much,
a world of potential, lifetimes of mistakes,
achievements, so much to cover,
where to start? the choice is endless...
pick up your pen, or poise your fingers above your keyboard
and see what comes to mind,
for all the creativity you need can be found,
if you take the time to listen out for it.
I like the succession of images, they made me visualize a glamorous but unhappy couple.
The spring poem's good too and written more in your usual style.
Nice to see we've hit 80,000 views by the way
It's been a major slog but I'm nearly there
I might re-post it some time Ovalteenie
Who’s accelerated into my life like a Ferrari racing car?
Who’s taking me, lap after lap, to every cocktail bar?
Who’s driving my heart-rate crazy at a million beats an hour?
Who makes me feel ten thousand cc’s thrust of power?
Who is it, in my life, who’s roared into my pole position?
Who do I long to love in a head-on sex collision?
Who drives me madly around the circuit of my life?
Who do I want to make my Penelope Pit-Stop wife?
Oh no, not again,
she’s set my life in a whirl.
Oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
Who’s the one who’s turned my life into an expanding supernova?
Who makes my lust blast off over and over and over?
Who’s taken me from the third, down a worm-hole, to the fourth dimension?
Who’s launched my dreams into space, to a distant constellation?
Who’s boldly taking me to places I’ve never eaten before?
Who’s the Big Bang in my life that I want more and more?
Whose gravity has pulled me into the orbit of her planetary-warp?
Who’s my sweet ’n’ neat Star Bug to my pulsating Red Dwarf?
Oh no, not again,
she’s made my universe expand ‘n‘ curl,
oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
Who longs to bite me deeply and sweetly on my neck?
And who’d make me ever so happy to be a blood-drained undead wreck?
And whose blood-sucking beauty has me completely mesmerised?
And who has the most gorgeous and deeply hypnotic eyes?
Who only comes out at night when the sun has finally set?
Who is the woman I’m delighted and excited that I’ve met?
Who looks every day in the mirror to see she isn’t there?
And whose bed of Llandudno earth do I long to share?
Oh no, not again,
she makes my desire unfurl,
oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
She’s in the centre of my podium,
the premier seat in my Odeon,
my infinity and divinity,
my Neo and Trinity.
She’s Carry on Screaming,
my sweet Fevre Dreaming,
my lust and my fire,
my deepest desire.
Oh yes, again and again,
in the oyster of my life
you are my one true pearl.
Oh yes, again, again, again and again,
you are my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
That is great, I was more singing that than reading it, would make good lyrics
Lots of talent in this thread.
I do write some poetry myself but its usually short. I love the micropoetry hashtag on twitter
Hey little
strange world
what you doing
all in a haze
upon a tooing but
with some kinda love
comes a release
lighten your load
feel that at ease
so tell me some
as many as please
hey love
strange world.
Thanks for that!
His early works were bleak studies of peasants,
Observing rural poverty alone,
An artist with a solitary presence
Who captured every melancholy tone.
Then other subjects we can see his hand shape,
Becoming clear and brighter all the while;
The wooden fishing boats and harvest landscape,
The woman at the table with a smile.
A café where the customers are drinking
Beneath a stunning network of white stars,
A boiling sun of orange slowly sinking,
Sunflowers gathered in a china vase.
The home portrayed with brilliant walls of yellow,
The pipe he loved to smoke and chair for ease,
Those cypress trees so beautiful and mellow
I almost hear them rustling on the breeze.
But mental illness left him torn and tainted,
A bandage soaked in blood, an angry snarl,
He had to go away yet still he painted
The courtyard of the hospital in Arles.
Depicted as a vivid raging ocean,
The cornfield was a sign the end was nigh
And crows above it causing a commotion
Predicted what would come in hot July.
O Vincent with a gun you chose to sever
The loneliness, to heaven you were hurled
Quite unaware we'd celebrate forever
The way you saw the beauty of the world.
©