A Concrete Poem/ Shape Poem. What do you guys think of shape poems? Should we post more stuff like this? :0
-Courtney
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
I left With You
Never had I believed I would live that moment with you.
I always thought I would die without it.
I remember your arms beside me, clutching the soft ground.
I saw the indigo sky woven in your dark hair.
Then I saw your canyon deep eyes.
And it was then that I left with you, to some other oasis
And the water was so sweet- like blond taffy.
I remember the ocean water, and your face was the sand.
I recall the blazing sun and the chill water -over and over-
A days worth in moments.
Then I saw your seashell smile
And It was then that I left the body, to be with you in spirit.
Into the sky we went, away from the morning we escaped.
We chased the stars across the earth.
And soon we grew tired of the chase,
and seeked the haven of outer space
You held me amongst the cosmos
Where the clouds were violet and glittering with stars
Then, after souring for years in my mind, and seconds in my heart,
With our eyes full of galaxies,
I shed a tear, and a single star caressed my cheek.
You touched your velvet skin on mine,
and your hands held a mild warmth with tender touch.
And It was then that I left with you, into heaven.
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| Artwork by Joerg Peter Hamann |
Wrote this today in class. :) Hope everyone's NewYear is off to a great Start.
-Courtney
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Do You Love Me Or Not?
Please let me go.
My mind is tormenting me to no end.
Please let me know.
So I can figure what to do.
Why do you keep staring at me?
Are you falling back in love again?
Why do you always visit me?
Am I really worth that much of your time?
Why am I no longer allowed to hug?
I hug my friends…aren't you a friend?
Why are you so mad at me when I don't budge?
"I'm fine" because I can't reveal the truth to you.
Please tell me the truth.
You're killing me otherwise.
I can't take anything without proof.
So tell me, do you love me or not?
A beautiful submission by Eric Tracey from the USA.
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Tired
Tired
I’m so tired of
Spilling out poetry
About being broken
I have enough bandages
To build me a rope up to heaven
(Or maybe even down to hell)
Perhaps they’re culminating
In the center of my chest
That would explain the
Weight of an anvil
That can’t be shaken
I’ve got a diagnosis
For that reason why
I’ve been leaving class every day
For two grueling weeks
I’ve got meds that don’t work
And confidential conversations
And a few scabs on my leg
From when I decided
To play with scissors
I’ve got a sadness towards myself
That I can’t expel
It’s an assailant in the night
Coming and going
Impossible to trace
No one understands it
I don’t understand it
I just want it to stop.
I want to disappear
Into a book
Or a journal page
And leave behind
The inexplicable tears
I’m tired of feeling weak
When everyone is telling me
How strong I am
And feeling ugly
When people tell me
That they think I’m beautiful
And not wanting to talk
When everyone is
By my side, lending an ear
Most of all, though
I just hate feeling tired.
I’m so tired of
Spilling out poetry
About being broken
I have enough bandages
To build me a rope up to heaven
(Or maybe even down to hell)
Perhaps they’re culminating
In the center of my chest
That would explain the
Weight of an anvil
That can’t be shaken
I’ve got a diagnosis
For that reason why
I’ve been leaving class every day
For two grueling weeks
I’ve got meds that don’t work
And confidential conversations
And a few scabs on my leg
From when I decided
To play with scissors
I’ve got a sadness towards myself
That I can’t expel
It’s an assailant in the night
Coming and going
Impossible to trace
No one understands it
I don’t understand it
I just want it to stop.
I want to disappear
Into a book
Or a journal page
And leave behind
The inexplicable tears
I’m tired of feeling weak
When everyone is telling me
How strong I am
And feeling ugly
When people tell me
That they think I’m beautiful
And not wanting to talk
When everyone is
By my side, lending an ear
Most of all, though
I just hate feeling tired.
A thoughtful submission by Olivia from USA.
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Mystery Name
Across a sea of darkness, I found you.
You, my savior sheathed in velvet plume,
This is my first vision of true perfection.
Yet, I continued to deny myself your touch,
the graze of my lips against yours,
this absolute pleasure denied.
My mind set, unwavering,
on a blood soaked nightmare that I wished so to end.
Never did I succumb to passion,
never did I see the purity of your unending sin.
Now you glut yourself on my innocence,
ravishing this physical form which will inevitably fade to dust.
Nothing, not the moon on a string,
nor every star dancing in my palm could surpass this sin,
this perfect crime against God.
I relish every moment, now burned into my mind.
Our perfect union, fleeting.
Eternal.
You, my savior sheathed in velvet plume,
This is my first vision of true perfection.
Yet, I continued to deny myself your touch,
the graze of my lips against yours,
this absolute pleasure denied.
My mind set, unwavering,
on a blood soaked nightmare that I wished so to end.
Never did I succumb to passion,
never did I see the purity of your unending sin.
Now you glut yourself on my innocence,
ravishing this physical form which will inevitably fade to dust.
Nothing, not the moon on a string,
nor every star dancing in my palm could surpass this sin,
this perfect crime against God.
I relish every moment, now burned into my mind.
Our perfect union, fleeting.
Eternal.
A romantic submission by Jesika from .
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Monday, November 4, 2013
Sun Into The Leaves
Sun Into the Leaves
I don’t know where time has gone
as the sun loses its strength
and leaves the reminder what it once was
and what it will be again in the leaves.
I don’t know what to feel for you-
my heart kept the love alive,
but its dwindling-
so much has changed like the world always does.
My love once burned as strong
or perhaps stronger than the sun
and now has receded into the deepest part of my heart
like the sun into the leaves.
You are almost now a figment of my imagination-
you seem more like a dream I dreamt
a long time ago and still cling to
than a real person that I love.
A changing lifestyle has forced us apart,
I’m no longer the eager carefree soul I once was,
I only show the happiest side of me
when I have you to look forward to.
I long for the days before time caught us up
and chance pulled us apart
and I learned what you are
and heard it from your own mouth.
I don’t want what you are
and what time and chance are
to break my heart and find me another.
I don’t know where time has gone
as the sun loses its strength
and leaves the reminder what it once was
and what it will be again in the leaves.
I don’t know what to feel for you-
my heart kept the love alive,
but its dwindling-
so much has changed like the world always does.
My love once burned as strong
or perhaps stronger than the sun
and now has receded into the deepest part of my heart
like the sun into the leaves.
You are almost now a figment of my imagination-
you seem more like a dream I dreamt
a long time ago and still cling to
than a real person that I love.
A changing lifestyle has forced us apart,
I’m no longer the eager carefree soul I once was,
I only show the happiest side of me
when I have you to look forward to.
I long for the days before time caught us up
and chance pulled us apart
and I learned what you are
and heard it from your own mouth.
I don’t want what you are
and what time and chance are
to break my heart and find me another.
A beautiful submission by Mia from USA.
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Crater Of Distance
There's a moon and there's a sun.
And it's all about distance.
Eyes chuckle.
Do you hear them chuckle? It's really different from a sparkle,
because sparkling is bound to be seen, reflected, It's
about seeing!
He finds her eyes chuckling when the moon and sun meet at dusk,
the only moment sun and moon meet their stares.
Wherever he goes,
follows a distance in his thought. He is far from her,
and will continue to be further away as time will pass by.
Like the time, night has its moon and when the sun is there to claim the
parting of night and that moon.
A distance is created;
again and again,
in his head too. He thinks, her head is filled with more
thoughts without him being one.
They meet at dusk, when the whole world is about to look different. They
become half nocturnal, perhaps so is, for a temporal insomnia ahead. They
think about each other till they tire themselves to sleep.
Maybe love has illusions.
Thoughts prevail, decimating the harsh realities. So much before nothing in
their own veiled freedom.
They meet at dusk,
when the hopes fall, when the soul dwindles.
When the count of distance is lost.
And it's all about distance.
Eyes chuckle.
Do you hear them chuckle? It's really different from a sparkle,
because sparkling is bound to be seen, reflected, It's
about seeing!
He finds her eyes chuckling when the moon and sun meet at dusk,
the only moment sun and moon meet their stares.
Wherever he goes,
follows a distance in his thought. He is far from her,
and will continue to be further away as time will pass by.
Like the time, night has its moon and when the sun is there to claim the
parting of night and that moon.
A distance is created;
again and again,
in his head too. He thinks, her head is filled with more
thoughts without him being one.
They meet at dusk, when the whole world is about to look different. They
become half nocturnal, perhaps so is, for a temporal insomnia ahead. They
think about each other till they tire themselves to sleep.
Maybe love has illusions.
Thoughts prevail, decimating the harsh realities. So much before nothing in
their own veiled freedom.
They meet at dusk,
when the hopes fall, when the soul dwindles.
When the count of distance is lost.
An out of this world submission by Ali Mohsin from United Arab Emirates. ;)
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