Pebble

Pick a pebble
lost on shore
hold and see
as such beauty
lays as tide
has gathered free
spare a thought
hope you agree

Great words Izzy and I especially love the title

Hurt be the price of joy

then, what is love?

Elegy

I walk among faded flowers,
toppled grey headstones,
binding weeds.
A deep faint odour stains my senses.

Each stone marks the final deposit of melting tissue and bones.
Each stone marks a life summed up in a few letters and numbers.
A lost place of pilgrimage,
a source of guilty neglect.

Why put me in a strange place laying with strange people?

To Time

The flow, the drag, the rolling away,
The inevitable slippage of coursing to time.
The sting of realisation of hopes that one day
The truth of together will be yours and be mine.
No need to summon wearisome patience,
It readily tugs at the heart of its place,
Through time for trial of desire and conscience,
Full time to trust in lives’ destined pace.
For my love, we’ll walk together in future
And biding our time, we’ll bind love’s desire,
To taste the fruit of dreams that we nurture
And lie in time, in freedom, in passion’s fire.
I’ll wait, my love, though patience oft’ burns,
To fulfil, my love, what matched hearts yearn.

Poetry is,
It seems to me,
a way to express
Quite differently
what we feel;
How we sense the World
Its tastes and sounds
As it spins around.
Delights, despairs,
Sweet dreams, nightmares,
Darkness and grey,
Clear skies and salad days.
The good, the bad,
and all that falls between.


Just discovered this thread wandering around DS. Well played, contributors. Had a go myself.

I tend to find it hard to decide what title to give my poems, I write them and think of the title last of course but a lot of them seem quite similar to me. I thought that seemed a bit of a maybe slightly punchy title compared to others.

Lol good question - the first thing that comes to mind is love is complicated(!) lol

Hurt be the price of joy

then, what is love?


love is complicated

because of the answer

Hi Michael, goes to show you can juggle and balance at the same time.

*nods*

What we Wish For by IzzyS

Have you ever let your imagination
Get the better of you?.
Sometimes optimsm and hope can betray,
further on down the line -
yet they say only bad deeds are punished
but what do they know?.
As time goes on,
Judgements may come quicker,
as if by second nature,
yet wrong turns develop deeper scars ultimately.
Sometimes life throws us a curveball
and what we were once sure of
becomes challenged, questioning our needs,
wants and motives alike -
does what we wish for, what plays out in our mind,
match the reality we're capable of facing?.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow


I stared at the shelf for an hour
Picking products to use in the shower
Some claimed to wash and condition
While others had herbs for nutrition.

Several contained Aloe Vera
But they were considerably dearer
And what may I ask is Jojoba?
At this rate I'll be here 'til October.

Next to the one claiming hydration
The bottle for me, my salvation
It promised the ultimate shine
Just right for this bald head of mine.

Wow, the thread's rocking

I don't think I'll have time to read everything today, but I shall do through the week and comment on each poem.

I've finally copied and pasted nearly every piece into the file for the book. There are 250 poems, give or take a few

Thanks Sandy

There's a book?.

Hope you didn't fall asleep

We are carrying on, poeming

That's a lot of poems Musty.

A little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men

Roald Dahl

Great poem Sandy - I couldn't live without music

I heartily agree with your ode Sandy - nice to see a Beatles sentiment echoed too


A terrrific write Izzy - so many different emotions expressed in one poem

Nice one Sandy - this reminded of my poem Fossil by the Sea.

What a haunting piece Scottie. I took this as the tale of a ghost, disturbed by his resting place.


A lovely poem, I thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere of Romanticism.

Sadly, I can associate with this Baseball caps are my solution

I finally finished the massive cut and paste job! Now it's just the job of polishing and completing a couple more poems.

I'm using a Philip Larkin book as a template - that has 152 poems and is fairly substantial. So at 240 (give or take), my tome should be quite a chunky one

Fossil by the Sea

The fossil washed up on the shore,
Its strange appearance there I saw,
Down on the beach
I bent to reach,
Investigate and see.

I held it closer and observed
That old survivor, ridged and curved,
At last redeemed
The relic seemed
To turn a distant key.

When brushed away, the cold wet sand
Revealed what I'd picked from the land,
My wonder grew
As seagulls flew,
Sometimes you just feel free.

Time hadn't made its features fade
And pretty little spirals played,
Without a sound
I almost found
The fossil spoke to me

Of endless years and long agos,
Of undulating ebbs and flows
When cells were warmed
And life first formed;
Creation's mystery.


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Sweet music