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Meridian
Member

09-23-2000

Monday, September 27, 2004 - 11:09 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I am one of the lucky starfish
thrown back
to try again
against my will

maybe this time
I will be let alone
to dry out a little
on the sand
where it's warm
until the surf isn't so rough

and the waves aren't so cold



Meridian
Member

09-23-2000

Monday, September 27, 2004 - 11:09 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I am one of the lucky starfish
thrown back
to try again
against my will

maybe this time
I will be let alone
to dry out a little
on the sand
where it's warm
until the surf isn't so rough

and the waves aren't so cold



Meridian
Member

09-23-2000

Monday, September 27, 2004 - 11:11 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Ack! Sorry for the double post.

I am amazed at all the incredible talent at TVCH. Thank you all for posting your wonderfully inspiring poetry!

Nickovtyme
Member

07-29-2004

Monday, September 27, 2004 - 7:03 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Alrighty...but you gotta remember that these were written by a young man. I call this one:

Unispired

In the dark
I search alone.
What do I seek?
A mere thought
that will lead
to the well
of what I am.
Nothing more
not much less
the very core
but whats to see?
I'm afraid
I won't like
what I find.
I'll never know
until I see
what is there...
did that make sense...
I guess in a way
I'll stumble on
till I grasp
my innermost
and wrestle it
A stubborn thought
So until then
I remain
without a clue
and uninspired.

Nickovtyme
Member

07-29-2004

Monday, September 27, 2004 - 7:07 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
The Storm

A day like today
with the clouds and the rain
remind me, indeed,
of a soul full of pain.

With the clouds representing
the hurt and the fears,
and the gentle, rain drops
symbolizing the tears.

Lighting, it flashes
and stabs in the heart;
then, thunder it rumbles,
the heart's ripped apart.

You know that the storm,
as they say came to pass...
you must endure it my friend
to smile at the last.

Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Monday, September 27, 2004 - 7:10 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
oh i like the starfish image... that is so cute.. and what are you saying nick... are you an old man now?... lol you cant be that old... your little ones are well... little

Nickovtyme
Member

07-29-2004

Monday, September 27, 2004 - 7:13 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
How about young...emotionally? Most of my poems were written when I was going through some stuff and trying to find my way.

I have some really dark stuff. Dark enough to make Nikomas appreciat it.

I'm trying to post the more light-hearted stuff.

Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Monday, September 27, 2004 - 7:19 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
i pretty much only write from my dark side but i am trying to lighten up ... i just dont feel poetic unless i am suffering

Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Tuesday, September 28, 2004 - 2:41 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
With you there, Gidget, Nick... it's true, though... Misery makes a great muse.

Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Tuesday, September 28, 2004 - 2:44 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
This Place

To hate this place in words is impossible –
it would do nothing but a great injustice
to the emotions I hold for it
deep in the pit of my stomach.
To be in this place –
to walk the streets that taught me distrust
and to look at the buildings that taught me prejudice
and to stand face to face
with the ghosts who broke my heart
time and time again –
it’s unbearable.
And it breaks my heart to think that this place,
this weak and pathetic place –
infected with its’ untrue lies
and it’s unjust politics,
and it’s ugly people who just don’t give a damn –
this place
is the only thing strong enough to break me.

(going home to the town you grew up in after leaving it behind...)


Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Tuesday, September 28, 2004 - 2:52 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Another one about the hometown I hate...:

She’s sitting in this one horse town
Her ghosts of childhood days around
But she still keeps the smile upon her face
She’s got her hopes, she’s got her dreams,
She’s got a side that no one sees
And she swore she’d never come back to this place.
This town holds memories, good and bad
It drowns her mother, drains her dad
She sees right through its mask and it’s disguise.
She prides herself on getting out
She sees now what the worlds’ about
And you can see determination in her eyes.

It’s her first summer away from home
Back in the place she’s always known
But the nest has broke, and the bird has flown
And she don’t live here anymore.


She packed her bags, she said goodbye
‘I’ll call you, Mama, please don’t cry
I promise you, I’ll always keep in touch.’
A year goes by, she touches down,
Her feet back on familiar ground,
Same old story, things don’t change that much.
The people at the same old bars
Friends still driving high school cars
And it pleases her to see how far she’s come
But on these streets, where she grew up
Where she scraped her knees, where she fell in love
It helps explain just where she’s coming from.

It's her first summer away from home
back in the place she did her growin'
And she fills her days with Leondard Cohen
Cause she don't live here...
and she's not from here anymore.


Ladylove
Member

08-12-2004

Thursday, September 30, 2004 - 6:51 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
When love is an affliction,
There's not much one can do.
Despite the way you've treated me,
I'm still in love with you.
I am the wave and you the rock
Against which I must break:
Again, again the crushing jolt,
The pain I can't forsake;

Again, again the long retreat
To safety, far from shore,
And then again, I don't know why,
The long trip back for more.

Perhaps it is nostalgia for
A long uncertain glow,
Or just some hope so beautiful
I cannot let it go.

Perhaps it is the need to try
For those who must depend
On who we are and what we do,
For whom this should not end.

What evil makes you hurt me so,
What defect of the heart?
What sense there is no greater whole
Of which you are a part?

What lonely choice that only you
Be served by what you choose?
What hard, hard fear of losing what
It is a gift to lose?

I dream sometimes my waiting love
Has made you turn again.
But you care only for yourself,
And I must love in vain.


Jan
Member

08-01-2000

Thursday, September 30, 2004 - 9:40 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I haven't been in this thread for months but your first line drew me right in on my "search for new messages " page, Ladylove. And I must say the whole poem certainly lives up to the promise of the first line. Very very powerful stuff!

I must remember to come back here more often. We have some real talent on this board.

Ladylove
Member

08-12-2004

Thursday, September 30, 2004 - 12:29 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
A Sonnet To My Husband
by Mary E. Roberts

My heart calls out to you,
as I sit here in a puddle of my tears.
Hoping and praying for the well being,
of your return to me.

You are my knight, my love, my angel, and the man of my dreams.
You have captured my heart,
and have released me from the darkness, to the light of living.

You have saved my soul,
for our love till eternity.
You are my saint, my friend, my husband, and my guidance.


Ladylove
Member

08-12-2004

Thursday, September 30, 2004 - 12:30 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Thank you Jan!

Nickovtyme
Member

07-29-2004

Thursday, September 30, 2004 - 6:39 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
There's alot of great stuff here. I hope I can only come close to the talent displayed.

I call this one:


lost

I once thought love I found,
my heart soared.
Outshined the sun - shamed.
As her glory shed -
I smiled.
But now,
the light is out;
no more to shine for me....
Her King...
Gone is the joy
upon seeing her.
What once was, will not
be again.
Oh...the hurt
of knowing
I died.

Nickovtyme
Member

07-29-2004

Thursday, September 30, 2004 - 6:45 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Here we go...simple rhyming couplets.

untitled

Will I ever chance to learn,
for what my heart does often yearn?
This thing that people do call love,
as true and pure as any dove.
Never have I known this thing
In which my soul inside does sing.
Can somebody be without?
I feel my void and have no doubt.
The empty life is what I live.
I know I have so much to give.
I wish the chance that step to take,
knowing I will not forsake...
the chance to know, to love, to keep...
I pray each night before I sleep...
let tomorrow be the day...
Those the words I often say...

Nickovtyme
Member

07-29-2004

Thursday, September 30, 2004 - 6:48 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
When you make that big mistake
of thinking you're in love...

Know from the start,
you'll lose your heart...

when push does come to
shove.

Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Thursday, October 07, 2004 - 5:55 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
i barely hear the strains of a lilting tune
not in my ear but in my head
like a memory of a time not known
a view that can only be seen in the mist

freedom is a mistaken illusion
it always comes back to the blood
and it speak to me not in words
nor in pictures, it is just a knowledge

escape from the body surrendor
time stops unmeasured a second a lifetime
thankful for the respite and the support
i return where i know i belong


Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Friday, October 15, 2004 - 9:18 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
This has got to be my favourite poem of all time, I'm actually surprised it's not posted in here yet. It's the man's 30th bday today, so it seems fitting now, as I'm scared about us getting 'old' and what lies ahead:

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not take both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other, just as fair
though having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear
though, as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same.

Both roads that morning equally lay
in leaves no steps had trodden back
Oh, I kept the first for another day
though knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this tale with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood and I,
I took the one less travelled by
and that has made all the difference.

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Friday, October 15, 2004 - 9:21 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Karen, that's also my favorite poem. Thank you for posting it.

Nino
Member

09-20-2004

Saturday, October 16, 2004 - 3:35 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
This is the first time I've ever posted one of my poems! I wrote this one in 2002. It's nothing like my usual rhyming poems. I used to write so much more than I do now. There are such talented poets in this thread!

A Life in Numbers

One Thursday a magical thing happened,
Two unlikely people met and fell in love,
Three years of wedded bliss came after,
Four hours of labor was an answered prayer!

Five-year-old twins, cherished by a loving mother,
Six figure income is right at his fingertips,
Seven days a week of anxiety and stress,
Eight hours in surgery, repairing a damaged heart.

Nine-year-old children excelling, reaching for the stars,
Ten days abroad, working on a fractured marriage,
Eleven candles on each birthday cake this year,
Twelve ounce steaks, even though they're forbidden!

Thirteen holes played, then his body betrays him,
Fourteen-year-old children shed tears at the chapel,
Fifteen months later there's a new head of household,
Sixteen are the twins now, being presented to society.

Seventeen hours of labor for her young, exhausted daughter,
Eighteen-month-old grandchild with laughter in her eyes,
If you're looking for an ending, there is none,
Life is but an infinite number, going on and on and on!

Nino
Member

09-20-2004

Saturday, October 16, 2004 - 5:01 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Here's one more. Contrary to how it looks, I do write some happy poems! LOL! I'm like some of you, I seem to feel inspired when I'm emotionally done in!

The Grandfather Clock

I stand in the corner,
All covered with grime,
A forgotten old clock,
Who still keeps the time.

I've seen not a few things,
But many a sight,
The tears and the laughter,
The love and the spite.

The first day was splendor,
All polished and gleaming,
The gifts overflowing,
The people were teeming.

The bride in her satin,
The groom looking proud,
The merriment abounded,
And toasts cheered aloud.

Then came farewells,
And loved ones departed,
I chimed the hour,
And got their life started.

All things were well,
No quarrels or fights,
The honeymoon continued,
Through days and through nights.

She polished me and kept me,
All shiny and new,
I worked for her dutifully,
And struck right on cue.

And then came the baby,
All snuggly and sweet,
My polish grew duller,
As she grew less neat.

As time ticked on,
More children appeared,
I faithfully kept working,
As her middle years neared.

The children were enchanted,
With me at the start,
But as they grew older,
I slid from their heart.

I'm admired by many,
Ignored by the rest,
She still shines me a-plenty,
But not near at her best.

Then fly the children,
To places afar,
And she worries and wonders,
Where her sweet babies are.

I sit and I tick,
Never missing a ring,
And the years creep along,
With no joy to bring.

The woman grows haggard,
And cares not at all,
Her companion a bottle,
Her life in a stall.

The man grows impatient,
And strays far from grace,
If the woman is distressed,
It shows not a trace.

Now I sit ticking,
Her twilight years away,
The man has long since gone,
And left her to stay.

The dust starts to thicken,
I feel so alone,
And she rocks and she drinks,
And I hear a weak moan.

The woman she's left me,
Gone to Glory they say,
My ticker grows weaker,
With each passing day.

Now that she's gone,
The children come to light,
Haggling and bickering,
And then taking flight.

All her best China,
Her crystal and jade,
Her piano and silver,
Even ceramics she made.

And then I was parceled,
To one or the other,
I knew in my clockworks,
I should never recover.

And here I sit lonely,
In the shadows growing weak,
In a home unfamiliar,
In surroundings so bleak.

And as midday approaches,
They wait for my call,
Then I think of the woman,
And chime not at all.

Nickovtyme
Member

07-29-2004

Sunday, October 17, 2004 - 10:17 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Hey Nino! I liked your Numbers poem. I liked both of them.

Post more!

In fact, everybody...post more!

Weinermr
Member

08-18-2001

Sunday, October 17, 2004 - 11:14 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
They act like they care.
They don't.
They offer smiles and act as if you matter.
You don't.
They pull you in, then forget you are there.
Or worse, know you are there, and don't really care.
Don't really care.

Their smiles beatific, their words they sound terrific,
But when it counts, when it really counts, they're gone.
More important things are on.
Their agenda is what matters,
Leaving you torn all in tatters.

Is it life? Is it fair?
Doesn't matter, just beware.
Just beware.