Poetry for killing time

Fairground Attraction:

When I remembered what I thought I'd forgotten
when I saw you again today
I resisted and I can be stubborn
but my resistance just crumbled away
and now I'm falling backwards
into your arms again
 
Yay! We share the thread again! LOL.

Oh my...the sense of terrible responsibility is gone now....:D
 
summer brings such sweet, supple storms
an air of honey and soft morning dew
sheets of white and tan female forms

Fall in its gold, frost tipped leaves
chill brezzes and pumpkin patches
rolls in the leaves in feiry strecthed thin sun beams

Winter shows us virgin landscapes
fertile grond in twilight slumber
lust filled nights in warm escapes

spring shows us to love once more
lilacs scent in fields of verdant green
reminds us all what to live for
 
To hold her hand once again
To look into her eyes once more
To feel her heart beating against my chest
To know she's there.
 
Thanks to you both...absolutely lovely!

:rose:

It's always here...this little thread...about killing time.

Please don't be a stranger!

:cathappy:
 
siddhartha757 said:
summer brings such sweet, supple storms
an air of honey and soft morning dew
sheets of white and tan female forms

Fall in its gold, frost tipped leaves
chill brezzes and pumpkin patches
rolls in the leaves in feiry strecthed thin sun beams

Winter shows us virgin landscapes
fertile grond in twilight slumber
lust filled nights in warm escapes

spring shows us to love once more
lilacs scent in fields of verdant green
reminds us all what to live for

Was this spontaneous, Sid? I write like that....some like yours...longer and some like Kain's...a stanza that was just kinda blown outta me. LOL. From somewhere.
 
poppy1963 said:
Was this spontaneous, Sid? I write like that....some like yours...longer and some like Kain's...a stanza that was just kinda blown outta me. LOL. From somewhere.


All my work is spontaneous. I might have a theme, but it all flows out of me. Recently, Ive been focused on moonlight and the relationship of the seasons.

Ive always said that is you cut me, poetry will spill out. I try to put my heart and soul into what i write.
 
siddhartha757 said:
All my work is spontaneous. I might have a theme, but it all flows out of me. Recently, Ive been focused on moonlight and the relationship of the seasons.

Ive always said that is you cut me, poetry will spill out. I try to put my heart and soul into what i write.

Yep...I get it. I'm the same way at times! But I gotta wait for the MUSE. LOL.

Then...off I go!
 
As twilight moves towards starry night
and divine, female forms sway before my sight
And sleep's chill fingers steal away my might
I bid you all, fair friends, good night!

'night, everyone
 
In the azure dawn I saw your face
I reached to heavens but fell so short
I began to tumble, fall from grace

I reside in hell, I long for light
a cool breeze of earth, a springs fresh trickle
Trapped here eternal, Fates cruel might

moon rises, blessed dark
I began to walk, endless journey
your blessed face my far off mark
 
Well, I suppose me and Poppy are the only ones who post on here...



Are Sun and Moon my friends,
are Cloud and Stars my foes?
What of the bristling green grass,
that tickles at my toes?

What of Fall and Winter,
are they the same long tale?
and what of spring and summer,
Do they go on without fail?

What of Man and Woman,
do we all share such Fates?
when the twilight of fair Gods
will we still be such mates?

And of the fair fate of our mother,
wether great Gaea forever goes?
Shall our souls be remembered'
by such heartfelt prose?

And of all these questions,
Of these ruminations,
shall we live long enough
to see such culminations?
 
You bring me back
with a smell
a shape
to my early pleasure.
Deep in the night
I climb the high
chair of your lap
and rest in sure
familiar dreams.

When I turn, you turn
and I become host
to your sleeping
body, your naked body.
Kneading the flesh
aligning the bones
till morning arouses
a shape, a smell
and we turn to each other
in familiar pleasure.
 
The place where im from,
no one knows your name
the place where im from
everydays the same

where im from, there aint no sun
hour to hour, day to day
where im from, aint got no friend
work so hard get that pay

what I saw out my door
to many people dyin'
what I saw out my door
to many babies cryin'

pack my bags, went on the road
left my soul on that trail
Paked my bags, went on the road
gotta keep movin, never fail


This is me looking back on my life in Ricmond, Va. Its actually all true, Ill never go back there again.
 
If its alright im going to take some of my poems here and submit them on the main section of Lit. I wanted to ask first, i dont want to break any rules regarding posting things from the boards.
 
siddhartha757 said:
If its alright im going to take some of my poems here and submit them on the main section of Lit. I wanted to ask first, i dont want to break any rules regarding posting things from the boards.

Yanno sid...lol...I don't know what the rules are! Please, by all means, don't feel constricted in anyway by this thread. Do what you want with your stuff and best to you on your submissions!

:D

Is that YOU in your av? :cathappy: *waves to sid* HEY! NICE TO SEE YA!
 
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you

My eyes beheld a sky one night,
It seems so long ago,
A perfectly painted portrait,
Be-speckled with blue and gold.

As I sit and ponder more,
It strikes me that you were there,
And it was truly your simple beauty,
That gave the stars their perfect glare.
 
passionkat said:
My eyes beheld a sky one night,
It seems so long ago,
A perfectly painted portrait,
Be-speckled with blue and gold.

As I sit and ponder more,
It strikes me that you were there,
And it was truly your simple beauty,
That gave the stars their perfect glare.

Awwww....dontcha just love these verses come at ya and just HAVE to come out?

:rose:
 
You left your voice inside me.
It's ready. It’s sure. It wants to be chosen.
I won't believe it. Can’t feel it. Don’t know it.
I wander-wait, think-show, stay-go.
I beg and bite and wish and write.
Explain it, fight it, hide it.
But you left your voice inside me.
It's in the middle, the mouth, the most of me.
It waits here now. Stays here now.
And sometimes I think it sounds like love.
 
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