Poems for the soul
 

Hey Im Yuri, Im a old member of JF and I havent been around a lot, but when I was here I use to post my poems, but now that Im back I thought I should bring back a poetry thread!
You can feel free to comment on poems and post your own as well to be commented on!
Simple rule though, if you have multiple poems to post place them all in one single post instead of individual posts, and no more than 10 posts a day from every user.
~Yuri

Mocking Bird
I once thought you as a sparrow *beauty in disguise*
then a black beaked crow *disguise unknown to the eyes*
now your just a mocking bird *we see you for who you are*
entertainment on the go *even though the show is far from over we can see whats come to end*



Stories Ive never told
I’d like to think that when we were young
We’d play games and find true love
I’d like to think that when we got old
We’d have plenty of stories to be told
I’d like to think when I’m going to die
The sky will rain for the earth will cry
I’d like to see when I awake again
That I’m in your arms lying in bed
I’d like to hope when life passes me by
That Id forever have you under the night sky
<3…


Grasping life
Don’t let me fall
Hands on these shards of glass
I’d grab a piece and break inevitably
This heart is weak but temptation strong
Create a death that sounds like song
Tear me open and see what you’d find
A broken heart and shards of glass
I told you to catch me but you laughed
I cried blood and bled tears
But silence is all you’d ever hear
You knew I was sick
Twisted was the fate
I’d hate to remind you
But now I’ts to late
I loved you and you knew
But I stepped on deaths doormat
And was welcomed with open arms.


Never forget
You can’t forget the words
You can’t forget the feelings
You can’t forget the love
You can’t forget the thoughts
I can’t let go of the words
I can’t let go of the feelings
I can’t let go of the love
I can’t let go of the thoughts
All I want and all I needed
All I felt and all I was thinking
The words are stained into my mind
The love is stained into my heart
This rose you gave is stained into my hand
And your face is stained into my memory



Who am I?
I’m walking death
I’m a talking soul
I’m the silent child
I’m a loud troll
I’m the fly in your room
I’m the helpless all around
I’m the one you’ve kicked to the ground
I’m the one who makes no sound



Starry nights
Nights of night
The stars are bright
One world gone
Left behind
See the sky?
I see stars
See the moon?
No just stars
They are scars
When the night was sad
Takes it out on itself
The scars were left
The night was glad for now they were friends
When the moon was gone
The stars remained
The night was glad
And perfectly sane

Thanks for posting this, I love writing poetry! If I may, I can contribute to this thread:

Two poems from my poetry class--

Remembering an Old Friend

A brain freeze can kill someone.
The mind rips with white noise and frigid snow,
and you know what picture should pop out of the cereal box.

It itches like an annoying wasp,
evading the desperate grasp of your chilled fingers--
rubrubrub in aggitation, but it just stings harder, branding a hole.

Throw in the flag, and
like a runner caught at home base
the outcome's not worth the trial and tribulation.

You lift your head.

Snow, leaves, cement,
black Puma boots, leggings, wool skirt,
a thick brown hide jacket, gloves--one clenched
at the side, and one shaping your name--

Then her face, and she smiles. And,

The warmest breath of July melts the snow into Strawberry-Kiwi Koolaid you two sipped while dangling your tiny feet over a whitewashed Sunday porch, grazing the nubs of cattails, the scent of raw spearmint
burning the nose,
long ago in Elementary school,
before she told you she was moving to Alaska.

...


Not Like Dad

One of my X's is yours, right?
Too bad the doctors didn't have a microscope to check
that time.

My thoughts, then, must be yours,
since we both lived together for nine years,
even though you worked most of the time and left afterward.

The way I speak, surely,
But I could never get that laugh down,
with the chopped-up 'eheheh' like an evil Buddha.

Well, how about my hair?
It's darker than mother's, especially wet...
But in the sun it devastatingly shines.

My eyes! I have brown eyes!
Yours are black and boxed in, though,
and you always ask why I freed myself with contacts.

But our skin, perhaps._________________Yes.
Even though on one side it's lighter,
it's brown on the other--on my arms, shoulders, and face.

I think, sometimes, I am like you,
even though you say whenever you see me,
"How'd you get so white? Not like dad, eheheh."

...

Thanks for sharing your poetry, looking forward to further promoting literary expression with you~!

Yeah, my professor told us to just enjoy writing, if it's not natural, it's forced, and that's no good. So a lot of my poetry is funny, light-hearted, but with an edge to it. ^_^ I'm glad you liked it!

Psh like Ill ever go without a good poetry thread on here Coolnard :]

Heres one I wrote a few months ago:

(Written along to the song ~ Cherish - Ai Otsuka )

Loveless Game
Sometimes I wonder if life is a game
move your pawn here and hope your still sane
the dice they roll like the sweat on your face
pray to the heavens that you'll win the race

My baby dear the angels sing
like the trumpet of life will softly ring
play your cards right and maybe you'll see
that life is exactly the way it should be

Sometimes it seems the game should change
often you wonder if things are in your range
though in the end you'll realize your wrong
and every day seems even more long

Living away and so far apart
has me alone with a hurting heart
the warmth you gave me
lasted as my mind wandered the farthest sea

I'd wish to honestly cherish this friendship
though I know it wont ever be that way for me
this love I harbor creates craters in my being
and the game I'll play with slowly die away

Two steps back and await my turn
this love I feel will slowly burn
again the card of sorrow shows
my life shatters and completely forebodes

My pawn lost its course
and now forever it shall remorse
losing this game
and enduring its shame

The dice roll a lovely 4
my heart lands upon the floor
skip a beat another perhaps
life ever full of daunt traps

You skip ahead and miss the gate
that closes shut and seals my fate
the tears wont ever let go
things speed up even if forever slow

Never forget those who care
the love you had once to share
I'll miss the feeling of being with you
a feeling I felt by very few

Never forget...
I love you <3

love it girl!!!!!

Two more! Let's keep at it! Thanks for the lyrical poems yuri! :P <3

And Still, be Still*

One morning I was climbing true,
the ground ashining bright with dew,
and came upon a haughty sign, foretelling--
"Warning: Drop Ahead."

As I was sure ahead was wise,
that turning back would blind my eyes,
to the prospects of the end, I heeded
not the warning sign.

But,
The mountain steeped past all prediction,
and beat the snares of my conviction,
'til at the summit I stopped - fearing
air beneath my feet.

And still, be still,
staring down cavity fatal deep,
cold wind biting so I should weep, holding
fear and thrill at the end.

And still, be still,
lest phantom hand should push me over,
or the kiss of greeny lover, swaying
my feet to take a step.

And still, be still,
signs foretold ill,
repulse the thrill--
should we die or descend the hill?

*written in regards to my Economics class, after we talked about the collapse of the housing market, and the frantic "saving" of banks to avoid economic meltdown

In and Out

I wish you were making that sound while going into me,
while feeling me--
between the sheets--

In and Out
In and Out
It was harmony.

Not make-believe,
it was ecstasy!

So sweet the memory, I forgot completely
the moment of your kiss
is lost to me.

Why can't you read between the lines--

Can't you see the best of me?

The angry fiery love of my retreat,
as you cheat with hands behind me.

The feeling,
the sweet sweet feeling,
of her hair is fantasy--
a dream inside a dream
that no remedy can unbind thee!

You say "love me"
I say NO with a rage-love
that eats me
inside and out
with the motion of our bodies' heat,
rolling soft feet with rough feet.

And,
You cry that sound I wish I could receive

In and Out
In and Out of her
and then I understand.

Love so sweet, it burns me.


Thanks all, and let's get some more traffic up in here, yah! ^_^

wow guys:) your writings are realy beautifull! please,keep posting :)

wow thats amazing..

A long one this time! ^_^ Meant to be performed as Slam Poetry.

This is NOT a rhyme,
not to a sing-song voice that says "Loooooove meeeeee!"
because I TELL my story.

NO

Not an artificial "I'm too sad to cope, so I'll spit my words out by struggling to say what I mean to say by not saying exactly what I mean by meaning what I say only as long as I'm saying it"...

NO

Not a torn-out "I live in the ghetto and got abused by my girlfriend too many times, too many bullets in the head, so many times that I can't believe I didn't realize sooner" I've heard so many times I can't believe I'm still listening

NO

My life is not a beat from the street, not a sad expose of how I turned my life around, not the insanity of being a loner, unwanted, afraid, manhandled, passionate, creative--

All I am saying is

I don't write poetry

I've never seen the sun in the stars or the stars in the moon or the moon in your hair--but I CAN say it's been dyed too many times. So many, in fact, that it resembles the crater-strewn dried out surface of an uninhabitable rock.

My story cannot be stretched out, blown up, used to float through the layers of the atmosphere, layers of belief, religion, living, dying, moral ethics, logical physics, wildly played out fantasies of a person who knows who they are already because

I don't know who I am yet.

Am I a Catholic-Jew-woman-person-lover-hater-fighter-follower-believer-skeptic-critic-dancer-singer-artist--

I can at least be that.

But a poet...that's been overplayed too many times.
I hear "Poetry" and I say,
"Shit! Now this class is going to take ten times as long and make one-tenth the amount a' sense!"
Rhymes, riddles, metaphors, between the lines, between the sheets, love, passion, understanding, hating, reasoning, the image of an image beyond an image behind an image of the man you sat down with on the bench while you were listening to your iPod and he was feeding the birds bread out of a paper bag--

God All Mighty have mercy on our souls!

Cuz dat ain't my gig dawg. Thasnot how I roll.

So where do I belong, if it's not with the poets?

Am I even a person?

Unable to express what I believe, my personality, my insanity, the reason for my existence, my persistence through life despite the constant crying of WHY WHY WHY WHY am I still alive? Dragging my feet through the marshes of humanity, the surrealism of reality, eternity of suffering through a poetry class without ending, a destination without a beginning, meaning in only what we mean, not what we say, constantly playing behind the covers of a lovers' bed with his (or her's) ex, only to find out later that your lover was also playing the same game, and you feel cheated, defeated, lied to, you're ready to take your own life with the blade of Juliet, but then you realize something!

Your fingers grip the pen...shaking...afraid for eons about what you want to say...finally, you can say what you mean.

Waste Land great Byzantium okay Arcadia intriguing Rent I like the idea Eternity Program in the making Sesame Street good for kids--

What the FUCK is up with South Park?

Everyone around me everywhere is playing off these misguided spurts of idiocy and framing them as masterpieces--am I the only one who doesn't get it,

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND?!

Left outside of a crowd born to take the world, live it, love it, and die in a rose-scented coffin with a violin playing soft sultry music in the background to the beat of 'I Kissed a Girl' and later 'See You Again'--

NO

I don't want to write poetry. I want to write history.

Not sure about the soul but I wrote this some time ago regarding/ WHAT HAPPENS to children!





IMPOSSIBLE CHOICE

"To the father"

How could you leave her, did you Ever Care
Twas lies you whispered in her ear
love just a game to pass the time
till you were told

Soon your baby you will hold

Did you jump for joy? a dad you'd be
oh no that's just a ploy
A wedding?
Help You've some place else to go

"The Mother"

so now she's left all alone
Her parents threw her out
what could a single woman do
Now she's "Up the Spout"

Social Services don't care
"Have it adopted dear"
they whisper in her ear

The Mum to be tries here tries there
but all alone she stays
till in desperations thrall she screams
"Oh God Damn you all"

A Loving Couple are waiting dear
for your precious babe
A better life they'll give her dear
Be sensible--sign here"

So Now the dreadful deed is done.

"To the Child"

Goodbye my darling child
Remember how I loved you
as I held you in my arms
No other choice was there for me
No place to live-No Place to go
No sort of life for You.

your special parents will love you dear
but not as much as I
for every day that crashes past
is one day less that I have spent
with "You" my precious child.

WHen you are grown, please understand
I really had no choice
my love for you

a Painful sacrifice

If in my place you stood

What then would be your choice?

very nice dogsbody! I liked how you addressed not only the mother and father, but also the child, answering an appeal for understanding by posing a new question, "What then would be your choice?" I think it's a very cool poem!

thankyou
MuRaSaKiiNkI. It is basically about a woman having to give up her baby, because there used to be so much bigotry for single women to be pregnant- so many were forced to give up their baby's. either into the care system or to be adopted.

Later when the adult child starts searching for his or her parent-- they can have much anger and misunderstandings. Many think that they just were not wanted, so grow up thinking bad thoughts about their mother especially.

I believe in many of the States in America it can still be difficult to find out their roots-- some States still prevent them finding out.

this was to my own mother-- I only knew her for three months at the end of the war------------ never seen her since and left it too late to search for her.




Mother Mum Billie

Mother, did you ever care
About the child you bore
Discarded at the sign of War

Was it convenient-- Hitlers threat
Your child--she's weeping even now
to think that you could so forget
about the child you bore
mistreated at the end of War

Mother--did you ever dream
ponder, wonder, make believe
about the child you bore
Mother did you Ever Love
That plain rejected lonely child

Even at the dawn of peace
were you there to comfort her?

Mother just how did it feel
Waiting in that heaving crowd
would your husband chuck you out
The kid's not His, he'd shout and clout

Mother were you really Scared to meet
that nuisance of a brat
just cos it's the end of war

Mother did you hate her so
That pale excited little girl
Treat her badly for a while
So when she'd gone
You'd wear a smile
out of sight---Out of mind

Mother --was this true
did you ever ever care
about the child you bore
Just before the fear of War

Mother as the years rolled by
Did you ever ever sigh
long to see the woman grown
Maybe even family

Mother--its so sad to know
you died alone
No-one cared

Mother I believe the price was paid
When in your coffin you were laid

Mother can you now forgive
my anger, hatred through these years

my search for you was just too late
for you and I will never know
Reunion on this earth

So please forgive that child you bore
For after all You gave her life

Yes

Her Precious Life

Thanks Mum.

this is not apoem but perhaps food for thought:




iT IS RAINING RAIN AND FEELINGS INTO THE EARTH AND THEY ARE TRODDEN DEEPLY SUBMERGED UNTIL THEY FLOW INTO THE ROCKS BELOW. THEY ARE LOST AMONGST THE FOSSILS OF THE CENTURIES. LONG FORGOTTEN AS IF THEY NEVER DID EXIST.NO MATTER HOW HARD WE RACE AND RUN TO HOLD THEM BACK WE WILL NEVER RETRIEVE THEM-- NEVER CATCH A GLIMPSE OF WHAT WAS TRUE OR WHAT WAS FALSE.

WOULD A FISHING NET SAVE THEM FROM CASCADING INTO THE DEPTHS? A FISHING NET HAS TOO MANY HOLES, WOULD A MERMAID CATCH THEM AS SHE SWIMS GALLANTLY TO SNATCH AT THEM AS THEY DESCEND SO SWIFTLY INTO THE TORRENTS OF TIME.

SHE WOULD NEED TO SWIM FASTER THAN IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE THOSE FEELINGS WISH TO BE LOST AND NEVER DISPLAYED TO A SOUL IN THE WORLD.

HOW SAD IT IS.DID THEY HAVE A SOUL? PERHAPS ANOTHER SOUL MIGHT CATCH THEM BEFORE TOO LATE THEY ARE FOREVER LOST AND MANGLED.

PERHAPS THEY NEVER DID EXIST.

DO HUMANS EVEN EXIST OR ARE THEY TOO JUST A FIGMENT OF THE IMAGINATION THAT CAN BE SCORED OUT WITHIN A BLINK OF AN EYE.

WHY BE BORN AT ALL? WHAT IS THE POINT OF ARRIVING ON THIS EARTH? IS IT ALL A CONTINUOUS LESSON THAT SOMEHOW IS NEVER LEARNED.

WHAT IS A HUMAN BEING? WHY DO THEY EXIST? WHAT REASON CAN THERE BE TO ARRIVE ON EARTH AT ALL WHEN ALL THEY DO IS KILL EACH OTHER SOMETIMES WITH UNSEEN THOUGHTS THAT PENETRATE THE SOUL. IS IT NOT BETTER TO BE KILLED BY THE SWORD RATHER THAN THE HIDDEN SECRETS OF THE MIND.

THOSE THAT TORTURE OTHERS BY THEIR ACTIONS OR LACK OF ACTIONS THOSE THAT HIDE THEIR THOUGHTS BEHIND A MASK.

WHY ALL THE SECRETS? ROBOTS NEED NO FEELINGS BUT HUMAN BEINGS DO OTHERWISE THEY MAY AS WELL BE ROBOTS TOO.

WHAT DID OSCAR WILDE WRITE?

"AND ALL MEN KILL THE THING THEY LOVE
BY ALL LET THIS BE HEARD
SOME DO IT WITH A BITTER LOOK
SOME WITH A FLATTERING WORD
THE COWARD DOES IT WITH A KISS
THE BRAVE MAN WITH A SWORD!

SO DOES THIS MEAN THAT NO MAN SHOULD DARE TO LOVE ANOTHER? ONE CAN NEVER LOVE WITHOUT BEING HURT.

IS IT SO MUCH EASIER TO SUPPRESS ALL FEELINGS AND JUST LIVE IN A VACUUM OF PRETENCE AND HAVE A BARBED WIRE CAGE SURROUND THE SOUL AND HEART?

IS IT BETTER TO NEVER HAVE KNOWN LOVE AND LEAD A COLD BLANK EXISTENCE WHERE FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS ARE NEVER ALLOWED TO EMERGE OR TAKE OVER. BE LIKE A BLOCK OF ICE?

PERHAPS BUT WHAT IS THE SAYING? "iT IS BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST THAN NEVER TO HAVE LOVED AT ALL." BUT THEN THAT MEANS TORMENT SO IS IT REALLY WORTH LOSING ONES HEART TO ANOTHER?
IS THE AGONY AND PAIN WORTH ALL THE ANGUISH WHEN LOVE IS REJECTED?

FOR THE ONE WHO LOVES? SHOULD THEY BECOME AS A WOODEN TOY THAT IS MANIPULATED BY OTHERS. iT SEEMS FOOLISHNESS INDEED. CAN THEY TAKE BACK THE LOVE THAT IS UNWANTED? WILL THE LOVED ONE EVEN NOTICE OR CARE? MOST LIKELY NOT.

IS A WOMAN ALLOWED TO LOVE ANOTHER WOMAN? IS IT A CRIME?

sorry this is all in capitals. I am unsure how to alter the font to lower case.

A meeting
 

Note: I am.. pretty bad at poetry. But, this is one I did about a month ago anywayy. xD
Oh how embarrassing.. :o


Err.. tada? : D
Comments?

ahh thats absolutely beautiful> thanks for sharing with us.

Thanks!
I actually thought it was bad, but okay. =3

Your poems are beautiful too. The one called "Mother Mum Billie",
almost made me cry. I loved it.

Hello again, never was your poem anything but expressing your love.

I thought it beautiful.

thanks also for your kind comments.

Let us see more from you.

I saww my boyfriend todayy. He had a little puppy with him that he'd gotten from a homeless lady. One of it's ears was cut down, and it's tail was injured a bit.
It made me so sad, but the puppy was still so hyper and happy. So,, I wrote this. ♥

Don’t laugh!
I cry out as they crowd around me.

Stop!
Tears fill my eyes as I crouch even farther down.

Leave it alone!
They refuse to leave, crowding even more.

The tears spill over as I lay hunched over it,
protecting the poor creature.
It’s so defenseless!
Leave it alone!

A whimper escapes from beneath me,
and a small scuffed up nose peeks out, sniffing all around.

No!
I cry out to it.

Get back in! They’ll hurt you!
It whimpers again, pressing against me,
Shaking and shivering.

Give it up girl,
one say mockingly.
It’s no use,
another says.

No! You can’t!!
But,..
They take him anyway.

My whole body shakes,
My small innocent six-year old body.
How can they do that to it?
It’s just a puppy!

And I lay there crying, hoping and praying the poor,
Innocent thing,

Will be okayy..

I hope it will be okay. what a lovely sentimental poem.

I'll try to find some to put in tomorrow. Meanwhile Keep writing.

this is a very short one.



Think of your friends

Know their Love

Wear it as a garland

You led her on,
With lies and kisses.
Now you betray her? Gonna leave her broken?

Really?

One sentence. And it was shattered.
“Let’s take a break”
And she knew it was done. You wouldn’t stay.

You already acted so.. so.. distant.
Slowly breaking down her walls.
Slowly crushing the heart you held in your hands.
God, why?!

A month.
Now the phrase has changed, but she’s expecting it.

“I can’t do this anymore. Goodbye.”

Did you know? With that one sentence, one fucking phrase..
She died that day.
You killed her. She lived physically, but mentally?
Emotionally?
She was dead. A shell..

WHY?
Why would you murder her?
“I’ll never leave you. You’re my heart and soul”
LIES!

She never knew someone could be so skilled at lying.
And now?
She’s dead. Everything has been taken from Her.

Hah..
After all.. no one can live without a heart.


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Writtenn for a friendd who got hurtt. Gahhh I wishh I could get that guy.

I thought I'd write a poem for your thread
I looked inside...

nothing but dead.

(sorry)

There's a lot of talent and passion here.

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