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Poem Thread!
Poem Thread!
Post your poems! Here's a good one that I wrote today:
Floating seed, flying high now, but ready to fall back down--
To the roots who sucked up the waters of life and grew to circle around the high pillars.
Let go.
The seed will take on new roots. Circle around the good, learn from new pillars, become your own, but never forget your old, crumbling memories.
I learned from the pillars, but I also learned in the nest: the fine line between friend and foe. Rocked in a cradle, but thrown out now and flying, we were baby birds. I’ll be back to Mother Bird, you marching to the beat of a different drummer, but old rhythm ringing in the ears of birds grown up.
Pulled hair, kicked shins, all while receiving reprimand and love from Mother Bird. We loved that place. Help my vine to untangle from the pillars.
Help me let go.
Also, say what you like about the poems people post! You can give nice feedback, and even sugestions, if you think they would go across well.
submitted by Over The Rainbow, Where Bluebirds Fly
(March 24, 2015 - 6:17 pm)
(March 24, 2015 - 6:17 pm)
Wow, that's fantastic! It has a nice rhythm to it.
(March 24, 2015 - 8:35 pm)
Topitty top top top.
(March 25, 2015 - 5:39 pm)
Love it, Over The Rainbow!
This is about.... drumroll please... My fingers!
Transmitters of Thought
Finger joints bent at the knuckle,
jagged oval nails clacking unevenly,
skin pressing in a way only described
by the black squares gently clicked
two at a time, excitedly, restlessly
then pausing, tentatively hoping for more,
tremulous, as the blood circulates under
the rough skin, marred by scratches,
the criss-cross lines spread open
like the veins of a leaf, extending
with every grasp of the curled
fingers, working in wrinkles,
writing in riddles, catching phrases,
however random, and harvesting
every word they create, scratching
themselves, tapping in aimless rhythm,
forever moving in energy yet indescribable
flattening, and inhaling, sharp ends
picking forgotten shreds of nail-polish,
until at a single command, they slow,
stretching, lying across the words they
have fingered, scribbled, re-traced, now alive.
(March 25, 2015 - 7:08 pm)
I wrote this about Starbucks. Yes, the cafe. Don't judge.
They say your things are sugar bombs.
I know they're right, but they're still wrong.
Your crossaints are just perfect, your coffee pure bliss.
Your hot paninis all merit a kiss.
Your cake pops are sweet little balls of delight.
The cake part is perfect, the frosting just right.
There's a lot more, Starbucks, I could say about you.
So I can assure you this statement is true:
You're THE best cafe in the world that we know.
I realize this every time that I go.
(March 25, 2015 - 10:44 pm)
Weathered xylo
With highs and lows
Like the notes of life
Couple is sharing
Wine-haired woman
and tired man
with dark-circled eyes
Together they play
one on the high and
the other on the low
A duet on the
weathered cobblestones
as the wind lashes
rain into the weary
gray of the buildings
(March 26, 2015 - 8:57 am)
I wrote this awhile back for a school project. It's about WWI.
Flames Take Flight
Blue sky, warm daylight.
Full moon, promising night.
No one to see it, though.
Drill down, mice abound.
Search deep, look ‘round.
Your troubles still aren’t far away.
Cozy burrow, some say.
Most laugh. “Wait till May”.
Despair drains to us below.
Cold night, sleep tight,
Who knows when we’ll
Be asked to fight.
Race to the end,
Crawl past that bend.
Hunt, or be prey.
Destroy to preserve.
Harm to serve.
Someone’s always right.
No one thinks,
No one blinks,
Candles all get snuffed one day.
(March 26, 2015 - 2:46 pm)
If you like poetry, you should join my Poetry Critique Group! It is several pages back, and considered a "dead thread," but we could top it!
(March 26, 2015 - 4:39 pm)
That sounds great! I always seem to write poetry better than I write stories. I like to start stories, but I never finish them once I stop writing. Poems, on the other hand... I guess they're my thing. I'll look for your thread. Also, I liked your poem a lot. I never thought about typing that way. I like things that make my think.
(March 27, 2015 - 4:23 pm)
Thank you! Here is the link to my poetry critique group...
http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/154678
(March 30, 2015 - 6:27 pm)