Member's Poetry

[Eibhlin]

since we have some poets in hiding in our midst, lets start sharing some of your poetry, or even some of your favorites from famous poets!

so don your black berets and lets get going!

so, i will be brave and be the first to share,

White Room
-1995-

white room, walls so bare
hard to believe half my life was there
rubber room to my twisted thoughts
witness to my pain
only you heard my hateful words
your absolution colored walls offering cool comfort
rage colored floor
to absorb the hate i emanated
in tears
in gasps
in night-black thoughts-
to all this you bore witness
how confined i felt within these walls
how close they felt-stifling

yet now you will be left behind
my silent friend all these years
left with the pain you saw
and sometimes joy
and the great dreams conceived amongst the books you held
the secret smiles of happiness for fantasies of times to be
dreamt within uneven walls and drafty windows.


i wrote that one after graduation, it was maybe a week or less before i was moving out of my parents house and i was sitting on the floor of my room, looking around at the empty walls where my posters had hung, the empty floor where my bookshelves had been and thinking about how in a way, a bedroom can be like a friend. it's like a sanctuary, a place where you can shut out the world, and think your thoughts and work out your problems and ideas. yup, i spent alot of time there reading, writing, drawing and listening to tunes
i wish i had a room of my own now! these days i cant even go to the bathroom without one of my girls calling for me :wacko:

[michaelsjewel]

UNTITLED (that i know of)
I've never seen things quite clearly
Until i looked into ur eyes
And when i did
All my troubles just seemed to pass me by

I didn't care
I didn't try
I fell in love


Nothing Left to Conquer
There?s nothing left to conquer of this barren wasteland
For it seems that there are so many obstacles
So many impossibilities
But nothing to win in the end
My soul seeks to the truth behind its absence
For even though I?m surrounded, I feel alone
I feel like the stranger every place I go
No one notices me or gives me the time of day,
Or at least I feel that way
Everyone?s got their posse, their group, the sense of belonging,
Except me.
I watch them all laughing
Wanting to take their place
Little do they know I cry
Where?s the time to tackle this battle?
When will I find my place amongst the crowd?
I?m tired of living by a thread,
The sense of no meaning to anything I encounter.
There?s nothing left to conquer,
Of this wasteland I call myself
It seems so hopeless to even begin
To even wonder how it could be dealt
There?s so many holes to fill
But yet no comprehension to know how.
Alone, I sit and watch them pass me by
I wonder if they will ever understand why I cry.


this next one is weird - forgot i even wrote it - lol
sorta must've been around the time i listened to becoming b/c i borrow some of jewel's sangs....lol

UNTITLED
u are the apple of my desire...
my hope...
my dreams...
of everything that i ever wanted to be....
u complete me and make me real.....
i belong to u like song belongs to melody.....
i sing for u like there's no time for them and me......
i only belong to u....
my virtue....
i love you

i haven't written much poetry as i used to - but this one i wrote what - beginning of this year or end of last - but i really really like it like i do the first one on here - it's short and sweet - and i believe it true all the time


UNTITLED
you can't win them all.....
no matter how hard u try....
someone's gonna hate u ....now...
someone's gonna make u cry......
but some are gonna be there for you.....
some....for you....they would die......
those people are the one's that matter......
and for you....i will try

all poems written by michael schaefer aka michaelsjewel - please don't steal them - thanks
lots of the poems were written in paragraphs - with dots to separate for now
at least until they're formatted to do something otherwise

[Little Bird]

I am really glad you started this thread Andrea! If it popular enough, perhaps a creativity corner forum would be a good idea.

All those that agree....Hands UP!

Anyway, I have been writing poetry for something like 15 years. I don't write often but when I do, it is a very special and emotional time for me. I had a boom of writing between 1997 and 1999. There have only been a few in the last few years. However every poem is very special to me.


Here's a recent one I haven't titled yet. Not my best but meaningful to me

The flowers no longer bloom for
the generous tree.
Bronze emerges dominant over
the pink hue that was
not so long ago.
The shimmered shadow warms
the smooth earth
The darkness of the beautied bark
silhouettes the tanned
body beneath her leafy blanket.
She look tired now
even in this season of growth.
Her maturity towers her stunning students
sheltering timid cousins.
The flowers will not bloom again this year.
With tired arms, she feel
the weight of nostalgia for
the youthful beauty she possessed
Oh so long ago.
For it is the wisdom that envelopes her
And the path to respect is not lost.

By Kiera ?

[Little Bird]

Reflection
By Kiera ?

The melting pot of sentiment
fills the void in his life.
He hides behind the cloak
of fantasy but the
Beat gets louder,
Touching softly upon the fence
of discovery.
Eating the juicy flesh of distaste
but meeting the eyes of truth,
belittles his wanting,
Suppresses his mask.
Oh forgive us our sins for
we are but beating composites
floating on the uncertain lake.
Many a seed fell but bloom.
And with fragile patience,
Flowers the softness of
~Being.

[Little Bird]

Thought
By Kiera ?

I am away from this world.
Away in my world
Wisth lazy heads and flawless skin,
Daisy smiles & whispered air,
Tulip kiss & citrus scent.
Tempestuous time of growth & renewal
I cultivate myself into the space.
My heart warms comfortably on this
knowledgable pillow.
Feathered understanding and gentle thought
mature with sound.
My chest becoming a cave of possibilities,
in my ribs, my bones, my blood.
And with swelling brain, I received comprehension & inspiration.
I follow my path

(written 25/05/00)

[Little Bird]

Page
By Kiera ?

written 21/2/99 - another oldie I found stashed away.

There's a safeness about it
I could stay here forever
with you
in this amniotic heat
surrounded by this blanketed womb.
Locking bodies in comfort.
I couldn't be happier.
Let's stay here and
soak up life from our dreams.
Soft cushioning touches of yours
Quietly whispered breaths that
speak the language of slumber
and cease to wake.
Conjoining scapes and rejoicing
emotion with out own reality.
Delve into the realms of mystery.
Enter spores fo mind mattered thought.
All until
Labour of truth brings a universe
of question
And later
We return to the home of the
Beginning!
Until next time
Love,
Sleep!

[bluediamond]

:read:

Angels voice by Dave]

Out of the darkness she came into my mind
a kind of vision that only time can find

I was awash with memories - a happier place
but deep inside only saw her face

Listening to her voice a sense of being
now it became clearer who i was seeing

At the time it seemed to heal my sorrow
like an angel which you only can borrow

Her music slowly took over my soul
to the words of 'who will save your soul'

How can it be, to ask the question why?
the voice of an angel does make you cry

She helped me erase all the dread and fear
my lifes a lot happier now that she is here

The day in my memory i wanted to trace
I cant see it now......for that i give grace.



this is dedicated to Jewel

[Little Bird]

Dave, because I know the background to this, I thought that was truly moving I had to fight off a tear or two.

If this is your first piece of writing...then you're off to a great start.

[Eibhlin]

wow guys, thaks for sharing all of those, they are great!

reading your poems micheal, they have the same tone to them that alot of mine have had, that feeling of being on the outside, i tend towards the reclusive side myself though there is always that desire to belong. your untitled one, that starts with the apple of my desire really makes me think of a poem i wrote when i first met my husband, and the promise that love holds, thanks for posting that! :D

wow, kiera, i love your poetry too! there seems to be a symbolism there with the trees and such, and Page is very reminiscient (did i spell that right?) of jewel, makes me think of her poem awake love? i really like them! and Thought brings me back to the times i would sit in my room and write my own poems, thinking of all the possibilities before me, and now, my hopes and dreams for the future. ^_^

and dave, to me your poem really speaks of the power of song and music, how it can have a healing affect on the soul. it makes me think of the Led Zeppelin song, In the light--(though i know it is about Jewel) "and if you feel that you can't go on, and your wheels sinking low, just believe and you cant go wrong, in the light you'll find the road..." yay, i am so glad you guys have contributed it is really getting me inspired! thanks guys!

andrea

[Eibhlin]

Love,

you could be my savior.
raise me out of my self-imposed hell,
release me from the chains on my soul,
lead me out of my church of pain,
You could be my salvation.
Oh, my sacrosanct belief-
that all i touched would certainly fail,
has become sacrilege!
Your smile ends my belief that the world
is wrought with evil.
Surely the light of your love has killed all fear in my heart
and nothing is too great to accomplish.
Your love will be the greatest love,
you love will never die.


i wrote that when joe and i had first started dating and the wonder i felt at actually finding someone that i loved who loved me too...
and 10 years later we have had our problems, and worked through them and have 3 gorgeous girls to love and dote on as well!
(but i am pretty sure i have gushed about the girls so...)

[Eibhlin]

I would dream
of self-imposed poverty
poorly clothed on the streets of Portland,
boots in icy puddles
collar to the biting wind

a tiny apartment
with mis-matched dishes
and philosophic talks
smoking camels over drawing pads

starving artists
fed on ideals and revelations
nourished by poetic thoughts
sustained by stroke of pen or pencil

charcoal smudges on your face
on your hands
vermillion nights
scarlet passion

short-lived romance
bittersweet heartbreak
the delicious ache of loss
the rumpled sheet remains of love
or lust

little cafes, cappucinos or lattes
i'd recite verses heavy with truth
and you'd speak of something full of signifigance

i would dream
of a lover with no face, and no name.



this one i wrote a couple years ago, i was thinking about art school, and how i would really like to re-apply and go, though this is mainly about the ideas of college life i had when i was in high school...the romantic image of the poor art student's life!

[Veilingmeat]

I'v never been into the written side of Poetry very much i'd say... :( Music has always been my poetry! Despite that, some certain things i'v heard or read in my time do stand out from the crowd as something wonderful or nice, or has such meaning, something i can relate to...maybe!?

::Weeping Willow::

If the earth was a willow
and you were one too
would earth be weeping
so gentle and true?
if i was the garden
whereas you could grow
would you hand me your branches
and grant me your love?

In between the lines of your story flowing through
the pages of a book so well prepared the
words leave more than ashes from your pencil
when it speaks of tiny stories that happened
through these years
I swear that your present reality disillusioned
obscurity? will gently wipe away the tears
of wasted seeds

How Can we go through this
with wounded wing before we learned how to fly
how can i control desires
when desires burns on a chilly autumn Night?

I will try and make you imagine
the aura where they stand
is filled with little secrets
as written in the sand
Naked as a child at birth
a question in disguise
an oasis in a lonely desert
where lonely unknown lands lie

From here and into infinity
humble and timeless
philosophy you gently wept away the tears
of wasted seeds

All the days that have left me
and the species i have seen
ahead days will follow
it was only a dream
though my garden is growing
under skies out of blue,
and it changes Each season
both in colours and in truth
you should know that a willow
a weeping bed's pillow
until all days are through

The rain that fall on your branches,
Just yearning
for a source to feed it's primal need
can make your beauty blossom from within
with flowers blowing
in the wind and in seasons to follow....

[Little Bird]

Originally posted by Eibhlin@Jul 22 2005, 12:47 PM
wow, kiera, i love your poetry too! there seems to be a symbolism there with the trees and such, and Page is very reminiscient (did i spell that right?) of jewel, makes me think of her poem awake love?

Thank you :thxblush:

Actually, I was totally inspired by Jewel to write that Poem. It made me think of Peter and how much I love waking up to him and just being with him that I felt I needed to write something like it for myself. I figured posting it here would show people that inspiration and it did.

However, I have written in that style long before I ever heard of Jewel. I suppose that is one of the reasons I loved her immediately. I felt she wrote so similarly to me but much better than I ever could.

Marc, I see why you like music more. Your poetry is lovely but very musical in reading it. I am certain these words lend themselves to music well. I am keen to see more. I love the honesty in your work. Almost delicate and I am surprised by that....pleasantly surprised.

[Eibhlin]

this is one of my favorite poems, i was first introduced to Stephen Dobyns while reading a Stephen King book, Insomnia.

This is my favorite Dobyns poem:



"Pursuit", by Stephen Dobyns


Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass -
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
Rather it is the confusion of childhood
loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,
the failure chipping away at each success.
Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape
and so move forward, as someone in the woods
at night might hear the sound of approaching feet
and stop to listen, then, instead of silence
he hears some creature trying to be silent.
What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly
down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks;
the other ever closer, yet not really
hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill.

[Eibhlin]

ok, if no one else will contribute, i will post to myelf, poems that i like, and i am sure that myself and me will not mind in the least...



Poetry of Wallace Stevens

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.