Poetry: Show your stuff.....

[Tribble]

Lol thanks - too many of my friends are unable to tell the ones they love how they feel. I did the same when I was younger and single. You watch the object of your affection from afar. Never to tell them how you feel - never to experience what might have been. So yes - it is very sad. And those regrets follow you into the rest of your life.

[jee]

Tribbs,

you have grown so much in your writing - you have find your rhythm


embrace the ride of inner peace
of truth that lives inside you
creating warmth and blessings
the dance that is your due

conform to your potential
conform to bring you peace
in line with your acceptance
the hurt will soon decrease

peace is created daily
within your inner self
look to your inner truth
accept your inner wealth

the past is just the past
the future is tomorrow
live vibrantly today
cast away your sorrow.

hope lives within your spirit
don't blame the other side
for only you can catch the drop
that in your soul abides



~ j ~

[Tribble]

Oh that is perfect. Love it.

I know I need to find the rhythm. Though - I do like the discord that lack of rhythm can bring. It helps me to feel the panic. But yes - I need to work on convention and spend more than 10 minutes on something before posting it lol

[jee]

Tribbs, i'm not talking about the metrical shape of your thoughts - free verse is a great way of expressing - the way a poem is written says much about the feeling about it - what i mean is that the way you express yourself (well to me ) is finding a place in my soul.... that to me is good poetry - not whether it has all the conventional shapes - but because the structure and the thought became one....

do i make sense?

[Tribble]

Yes - thank you. That does make sense. Poetry that resonates has served its purpose. That is why we write it after all - it lets us release that which talking cannot do, it frees the soul to actually feel. There is something liberating about poetry - both in the reading and the writing of it. Poetry is all about emotion - that of the writer, the reader and at times - both. Though I must admit - I always berate myself afterwards for being so emo lol

[Zana]

This

Lovely poem

[Lithe_Joint]

Please forgive my intrusion...

I came to this here ward.

I came here to share

a psychedelic illusion

Too much I fear
so listen near...
but not so near
as to shed a tear

I certainly wonder 'bout years yonder.

[Tribble]

Lithe_Joint, ROFL - very good.

[Lithe_Joint]

Lithe_Joint, ROFL - very good.

Thanks

Kinda weird
that time of night...
kinda sheared
like candle light

I would have lost it however
with this new endeavor
in the days of younger Cat!

[Tribble]

Rotfl
You have a talent for this

[Tribble]

The sun is shining
It's time to go
We leave quite soon
I'll have you know

This may be fun
I have no time
To find that perfect
Elusive rhyme

So you will have
To wait and see
The poem of poems
That's posted by me


I really am not good at poetry on the fly - have a great day.

[Lithe_Joint]

Rotfl
You have a talent for this

Kind words Tribble, thank you.

Talent, under any circumstance,
is based on the real world dance

[Zana]

The sun is shining
Iy.

(((hugs)))
was kinda cute

[Tribble]

Thanks Zana

[Zana]

Thanks Zana

Thanks...

Its most likely to rain
When the night falls
After the fullmoon shimer
On the silver sea with white sands
The rain washes one anew

Its most likely to thunder
When one burns inside
After the air is dense and heavy
On purple grey canvas sky
The thunder electrifies the spirit

Its most likely to be windy
When the clouds race accross the sky
After and before the rain falls
On the trees making them dance
The wind refreshes the soal

Its most likely to be sunny
When the air is dry and warm
After the rain and wind has passed
On your skin with its loving touch
The sun warms the heart

Its most likely top be misty
When the air is moist and warm
Before the dawn and dusk
Over the land it embraces, hugging the vegitation
The mist allows you to touch nature.

Its most likely to be full moon
When there is a pull of gravity in the air
Once and rarely twice at a specific time of month
Over the land and sea it shines its silver light
The moon invites mystery and excitement of new life

Its most likely to be a starry night
When the air is still, and sky is clear
When there is no moon dominating the sky
Shows many bodies, with many worlds
The stars show us that the universe is alive.

[Lithe_Joint]

I might've started penning to voice
your un-brilliant, un-cool choice.
Sibling, you knew me
more than I knew you.

What Mamma and Pappa did for two
deserves more than a "screw you"
Perhaps you don't realise, but this is a fact:
You'd better get over your High Horse Act

How can I judge 'cause mistakes I do, plenty...
so a judgement this is not...
just a view, 20/20.

If you dispise this melodramatic attempt,
then fine.
But this is then where I draw the line.

Thinking back it appeared to me:
Your insincere bravado reeked of off avocado.
What? Why? When? you holler
Put your pen to paper, and stuff your dollar.

[Lithe_Joint]

wow.
Bowowowo.

Methinks I've been barking like a dog!
But motive arises when I've had too much..
just too much of that insensitive touch.

So, onlooker, forgive the malfunction
I did it without any thought or(to? ) compunction

[Anakha56]

This thread needs to die because my eyes have been fried!

[Lithe_Joint]

What is that supposed to mean, Anakha56?

[Anakha56]

Never mind it was a troll attempt. I really need to work on those skills of mine...

[Lithe_Joint]

I'm back from the dread
of returning to this thread
Thought I was incapable of being...

To think I almost took up singing!

That would be a laugh a minute
running around like a lost spirit.

[Zana]

Christmass
Somewhere it is snowing here its raining
What a cold dreary day, today I was an elf
Making wonderful presents, …
Presents that one would dare not to give away
My time, my ideas, my thoughts my colours
Put into the work, put into the art, something Santa would admire.
Busy making presents for those who call themselves family
Making present for those who do not call me my name.
I was hoping, I was praying that they would accept the odd ball.

Tonight for some it’s a silent night
Tonight for others it’s a lonely night
Tonight for others it’s a joyfull night
Tonight for others it’s a sensual night
Tonight for you I hope is a lovely night.

Tonight for me, my pointed ears made me look like the Grinch
I could not believe the pain when the things I received were tiny compared to there’s
But that wasn’t too bad, and be grateful what I have, as I know some people
A lot of people have never received anything this Christmas day or eve.
The hurt, the pain came from the idea that they were not addressed to my name
They were not addressed to there daughter, from another world or not, I was a thing
It was addressed to an “it” an animal, a thing, a creature…

All I could do is run into the bathroom
Shed the tears down the drain
Hoping that they wash away the pain
Hoping that you will have a beautiful Christmas day.

P.s please those with deviantart accounts please comment on my page and state I cant access and reply there chistmass greetings , and feel very awfull about it… The international community dont seem to understand telkom and its capping system, no matter how i try and explain that bandwidth finnished... no international internet... no deviantart, no other places etc etc..even email replies via yahoo email etc.

I got a CD a PC Format magazine a watch that I am to afraid to wear,because it would stop working if worn on my bopdy after a week, as its happned before and many times...(i plan to give it away as a gift in the future.. when they forget about it) and a carton of cigarettes where my parents thaught it was a big joke and prtended to couph and stuff.

I am going to do graphics tomorrow, I say the best out of them was the Music CD , Vannessa Mae, and then The PC format mag… as I am few months behind and the hardware seems to have leaped… beyond what I know, and thanks for the free games , and game building tools which I have not got into yet…
Love and hugs
Danielle
((^_^))

[Tribble]

My mother helped me work on this one I posted a while ago. What do you think?

Will you be my fantasy, just for tonight
let me picture your hair on my pillow,
and feel your breath on my cheek.
Let me see your body swathed in moonlight
Let me know that you want me,
that I am a part of your dream and your beating heart.
I hold onto you as we dance in the night
Let me pretend that my dream is yours
That we are together, forever and true.
You are my fantasy, let me dream of you.

[justinufo]

nice ill post some stuff my ex wrote 4 me.lol

[Zana]

My mother helped me work on this one I posted a while ago. What do you think?

.

Its beautifull
and I love it
((hugs))


Actualy one should not pretend true, love for true love purely exists If its pretended it isnt But the poem was so sweet and warm and the true love exists, even when one dreams of someone they cant reach.

((^_^))
(((hugs)))