What Poetry Moved You?

[iwalkalone]

From All in All to Not at All

© Jonathan Robin pseudo limerick written 1 October 2005

 

I was stem, I was thorn, I was rose,

I was leaf, I was grief which arose

when you spurned me and burned me

and quite overturned me

to stimulate nectar's outflows.

 

Life was clement, I acorn which rose

through belief to be chief tree each knows,

who discerned me concerned me

and right from rite learned, to be

true to no counter-fate woes.

 

Don’t condemn, never mourn, if Death chose

like a thief no relief to propose,

little earn, no return, we

won’t haunt, daunt nor flaunt free

to simulate spectral hell_owes!

[iwalkalone]

Poetry

Akara K.

 

 

What is poetry?

Poetry is many things

But there are far more things that poetry is not

Poetry is not a style of writing

Poetry is not a rhyme or a limerick

Poetry is not something you can read

Poetry isn't just seen or heard, but seen, heard, and felt

What is poetry, then?

I can't tell you that, no one can

But you can only know

And even then you can't tell anyone what poetry is

Because poetry isn't words

Poetry is a feeling you get in your chest

Poetry is a chill that runs through your body

Poetry is a knife that slices your soul

Poetry is experienced from within

If something rhymes and it makes sense

It may be a poem

But it isn't poetry

Can you hear your soul calling out to you?

That is poetry

Can you feel the tightness in your chest, the squeezing of your heart?

That is poetry

A boy and girl at the edge a cliff, dangerously close, leaning over the edge

Their arms outstretched, they soar

They can fly anywhere without ever leaving their perch

The sound of a flute and swirling colors

Reds, blues, greens, white and black

Harmony, a sound that goes straight through you

The midnight sky with stars that speak

What they whisper in your ear is faint

But even if you can't hear it, if you can feel it, it is poetry

A solitary wolf bounding through a forest

So graceful, paws that never touch the ground

Eyes shining brighter than the sun

The movements of the human body

Muscles within neck, arms, legs

The body is living poetry

Flex your fingers

How do they move?

Every part of you, poetry in itself

The wind blowing through an open window

Moist breeze that dampens your face, your bed

The moonlight shining through

Is poetry

But this is hardly poetry, what you read now

Because poetry isn't words

Poetry isn't what you see or hear

It is what you feel

Poetry is what you believe

What you are

[iwalkalone]

Scream...

Meagan Reid

 

Throw your hands in the air

And just walk away

Leave me there to cry

And just wait for me to die

 

'I'm sorry' I scream

I never ment to bother you

I never ment to wake you up

As you scream 'What did you do? '

 

You grab my arm fast

Look at my scars

As I start to cry

While thinking of my past

 

I try not to do it anymore

I really do...

Just when you scream at me

I don't have any another way

 

I wait for you to leave

Every single day

Just so I can ease my pain

For a few seconds while you're away

 

We fight all the time

I don't see a way out

I have to do this

Please don't shout

 

You scream 'I've heard enough,

I don't care anymore

Go ahead k*ll yourself

What are you living for? '

 

Just smack me in the face

Come on just once

I need to feel pain

Just put me back in place

 

Throw your hands in the air

And just walk away

Leave me there to cry

And just wait for me to die

 

When the going gets tough, The tough get going

I see the weakness in your eyes

Everytime you walk away

My heart slowly starts to decay

 

Through these teary eyes

Can you see what really lays inside

An angry teen girl

Who's heart has now just died

 

Everytime you walk away

Everytime you hit me

A piece of me slowly dies

Your almost finished, don't stop now

 

I'm sorry for waking you up tonight daddy

I never ment to, It was just a little accident

It's just I couldn't hold the tears in

I had to let them go

 

Grab my arm, check them again

I can't take these tears anymore

I can't take the shame

 

You turn to walk away

After the silence that lasted an eternity

I scream 'I need you to help me! '

But you just walk out the door

 

As I lay there on the floor

You watch me through the window

I squirm around

I scream 'daddy don't leave'

 

You turn to leave me forever

As I run out the door

I scream 'Daddy you can't leave I need you, wipe away my tears'

You just laugh And keep on walking

 

There's no convincing you to stay

So I will just bow my head in shame

For I know you won't come back today

Miracles can happen....Just not to me

 

I'm just a little teen girl

Who's heart is decayed

And who has a father

Who never wanted to stay

 

Throw your hands in the air

And Just walk away

Leave me there to cry

And just wait for me to die.....

[iwalkalone]

Underneath The Surface

Meagan Reid

 

Behind this fake smile

Is something you will never understand

So stop trying to figure out who I am

When you only see the make believe

 

I make up lies to keep you happy

It tears me up inside

To see you so happy

When I put on my fake smile

 

I hope just one day

You will see passed it

Hear my silent screams for help

And do something about it

 

I know you would

If I told you

But I know I can't

If I did we would come un-glued

 

Behind this fake smile

Is someone you will never know

You think you know me

But you only know the make believe

 

Today I cried in your arms

Because I was tired of pretending

You asked me what was wrong

And I said Nothing Babe, let's keep going

 

I have to lie

Just so I can have somebody there

Who loves me

When really, you only love the make believe

 

When I put on my fake smile

I see your face light up

My heart breaks

Because I know this is all a fake

 

My life is so messed up

Well the one that you don't know

I hide it all......

Every single thing from you

 

Knowing that our relationship isn't real

Make my eyes fill up with tears

We never were And never will be

But I have the right to feel

 

I told you the truth today

And I'm surprised you didn't yell

But instead you walked away

And didn't try to ease my pain.

[spongebobby]

almost forgot about this poem until i saw it in someone's blog. probably read and re-read this a thousand times--and its simplicity and elegance still moves me.

 

the red wheelbarrow by william carlos williams

 

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

 

glazed with rain

water

 

beside the white

chickens.

[transcience]

if you can pick a day out of the year

would you pick one in midwinter

when the air brings a chill

that could almost touch your marrow

and the rain pours

for hours on end

soaking the soil

parched by the previous summer

creating innocent streams

that converge into torrential rivers

and in its wake the fog descends

to make your paths indiscernible

and your directions uncertain

and hide the scenes that

you love to look at...

 

would you pick that day?

 

of course, you would

because you know

that the rain delivers a greener summer

and stimulates a better bloom of spring

it helps the river

sustain all the life that it nurtures

and on this day

somewhere

the sun shines on a snow-covered glade

just as bright

as on the brightest summer days

and there, you can see

miles of calming sight and you feel

that you can get to any place

as fast as your thoughts

 

you'll pick this day...

 

because it is your birthday.

 

 

... by an erstwhile lurker who eventually put up his own blog because i don't allow anonymous comments in my blog.

[iwalkalone]

I need him

love swept

 

He touches me with want, desire

My body burns right up like fire

He kisses me once and again

He cools me like the summer rain

 

I need him

 

He knows everything that I feel

Tenders to me love so real

In his presence I am at ease

He cools me like a springtime breeze

 

I need him

 

He is the one to calm my woes

There for me I always know

He understands my many moods

He'd never cop an attitude

 

I need him

 

He hears me when I need him so

When I cannot let him go

He causes quivers down below

As deeper into me he goes

 

I need him

[teio]

this poem by maningning miclat continues to haunt me... till this day...

 

Berso #2

 

Dumaan ako sa tahimik na ilog,

Ang buong mundo ay parang natutulog.

Kung may bunga mang sa tubig ay mahulog,

Parang ang puso ko itong nadudurog.

 

Kung mag-isa ako huwag nang isipin,

Sa dilim ay dapat pa akong hanapin.

Habang may luha ay huwag pang ibigin,

Sa pangarap ko ay huwag nang gisingin.

 

Kaya kong maghintay sa mga tula mo

Makinig sa awit ng kabilang dako

At tuklasin sa paglalakad na ito

Hamog at luha ng bulaklak at damo.

 

Mapapanood and sayaw ng tutubi

Mapapakinggan ang ibong humuhuni

Hihinahon ang pusong di mapakali

At hihimlay na sa mapayapang gabi.

 

Dumaan ako sa tahimik na ilog,

Ang buong mundo ay parang natutulog

Kung may bunga mang sa tubig ay nahulog

Parang ang puso ko nga itong nadudurog.

[Guest bleeding_angel]

when the one you love dies... what's the point of the existence of the universe? hay... un lang... that's why this poem touches me so... i would not be ready for such a loss...

 

FUNERAL BLUES by W.H. Auden

 

stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone

prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone

silence the pianos and with muffled drum

bring out the coffin, let the mourners come

 

let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

scribbling on the sky the message He is dead

put crepe bows round the white neck of the public doves

let the traffic policemen wear black cotton glove

 

she was my north, my south, my east and my west,

my working week and my sunday rest.

my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song

i thought that love would last for ever. i was wrong

 

the stars are not wanted now: put out everyone;

pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood

for nothing can ever come to any good

[the_mack]

WHEN YOUR HERO FALLS

-Tupac Shakur

 

when your hero falls from grace

all fairy tales are uncovered

myths exposed and pain magnified

the greatest pain discovered

 

you taught me to be strong

but im confused to see you so weak

you said never to give up

and it hurts to see you welcome defeat

 

when your hero falls so do the stars

and so does the perception of tomorrow

without my hero there is only

me alone to deal with my sorrow

 

your heart ceases to work

and your soul is not happy at all

what are you expected to do

when your only hero falls

[cuatro_ojos]

This is quite amusing.

 

Get Up and Shut the Door retold by Ian Serriallier

 

It happened one December night,

And a dark night it was then,

That an old wife had puddings to make:

She boiled them in the pan.

 

The wind blew cold from south and north.

It blew across the floor:

The old man said to his old wife,

"Get up and shut the door."

 

"My hands are in the pudding basin.

Husband, can't you see?

If it has to wait a hundred years,

It won't be shut by me."

 

They made a pact between the two.

They made it firm and sure:

"The one who is the first to speak

Gets up and shuts the door."

 

Two gentlemen came passing by

At twelve o'clock that night.

They couldn't see the house at all.

Nor coal, nor candle-light.

 

They hit the house. "May we come in?

Is anyone there?" they cried.

And then they went in through the door,

For no one had replied.

 

First they ate the white puddings,

Then they ate the black;

But never a word the old wife spoke,

Though she was hopping mad.

 

Then one man said to the other man,

"Here now! Take my knife.

You cut off the old man's beard,

And I will kiss his wife."

 

"But there's no water in the house,

So what shall we do then?"

"You'll have to use the pudding water

Boiling in the pan."

 

Then up sprang the old man,

An angry man was he:

"What! Kiss my wife before my face

And slop that muck on me?"

 

Then up sprang the old wife

And gave three skips on the floor:

"Husband, you were the first to speak:

Get up and shut the door."

Edited March 2, 2007 by cuatro_ojos

[iwalkalone]

It is autumn and the leaves are falling

All love has died on earth

The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears

My heart will never hope for a new spring again

My tears and my sorrows are all in vain

People are heartless, greedy and wicked...

 

Love has died!

 

The world has come to its end, hope has ceased to have a meaning

Cities are being wiped out, shrapnel is making music

Meadows are coloured red with human blood

There are dead people on the streets everywhere

I will say another quiet prayer:

People are sinners, Lord, they make mistakes...

 

The world has ended!

[Kwisatz Haderach]

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others,

even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story.

 

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,

they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,

you may become vain and bitter;

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

 

 

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs;

for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals;

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

 

 

Be yourself.

Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment

it is as perennial as the grass.

 

 

Take kindly the counsel of the years,

gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,

be gentle with yourself.

 

 

You are a child of the universe,

no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

 

 

Therefore be at peace with God,

whatever you conceive Him to be,

and whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

 

 

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.

 

 

Desiderata

 

This poem became my guide to living life.

[Guest bleeding_angel]

THE FLIGHT

by Sara Teasdale

 

Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,

Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,

Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain,

But what if I heard my first love calling me again?

 

Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam,

Take me far away to the hills that hide your home;

Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door,

But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?

[strawberryshortcake]

[/font][/size][/color]What's It All About

 

Life isn't about keeping score.

It's not about how many friends you have.

Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.

It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date,

how many people you've dated,

or if you haven't been with anyone at all.

It isn't about who you have kissed, it's not about sex.

It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have.

Or what kind of car you drive.

Or where you went to school.

It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.

Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on,

or what kind of music you listen to.

It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown.

Or if your skin is too light or too dark.

Not about what grades you get, how smart you are,

how smart everybody else thinks you are,

or how smart standardized tests say you are.

It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.

It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper

and seeing who will "accept the written you."

 

But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.

It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.

It's about keeping or betraying trust.

It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.

It's about what you mean and say, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.

About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.

It's about what judgments you pass and why.

And who your judgments are spread to.

It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.

It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.

It's about carrying inner hate or love, letting it grow, and spreading it.

 

But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.

Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and those choices are what life's all about.

 

 

~~author unknown~~