Late Night Poetry Thread

[thefool_wa]

I got some great positive response last weekend from a poetry thread I posted. Since a few people asked for more here it is.

The theme this evening is Juvenile Poetry. These are two pieces I wrote in High School (an unthinkable amount of years ago) with a little, more recent, editing. Enjoy.

(oh, and if you have some old, dusty, drippy, HS poetry that you are almost ashamed to say you wrote - feel free to share)

Raindrop Roses
A garden,
In spring.
Drenched from April rain.
A single rose blossoming against the gray.
It touches me,
And brings a shiver.
The rose knows not of its surroundings,
Only that it had to bloom,
During the storm.
As it fades the last few drops
Wash all remaining color from the garden.
Save the single rose.
Whose petals shimmer in the gloom,
And sag with raindrop tears.

Who Goes There
Who knocks there at my door?
Requesting she might enter.
Who taps now at my window?
Then becons me to follow.
Who shows me all the stars in heaven,
On the wings of a nights breeze?
Who leads me to the tops of trees?
Then, slowly, back again.

Who takes my breath away?
For her own devices.
Who gives it back again?
Then just turns and walks away.
Who thouches my faces?
And makes my skin quake.
Who holds my heart for her own?
Who leaves on the breeze?
Away through the trees.
Who left with my heart and is gone?

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear fool_wa.........

These are both wonderful.........

I would guess if I had to choose, that I prefer the second one, "Who Goes There."

But I love romantic poetry!

Keep 'em coming, OK? :yourock:

[thefool_wa]

3. no prob

and my ego thanks you for your compliments :)

ok, two more (I've been transcribing old notebooks into the machine for my website archives this evening)

I Know Your Prison
I know these bars.
I know I have never seen them before.
Yet their color, their texture,
And their coldness,
Are all too familiar.

Your side is dark and dreary.
A cold cell contrasting your beauty,
Making me want to set you free.
My side is warm and loving.
On those rare occasions,
When the ogres who keep you
Set you out to run and play.
We sit on my green hills.
We look into the bright blue sky.
And kiss.

Between the bars,
We spin our lies to be together.
Holding hands within the spaces,
Looking deep into each other's eyes.

I know I must wait.
But,
For you.
I would wait an eternity
Content with the quick touches,
Loving glances,
And warm brief kisses,
We have to sneak to share.

I know your prison,
It is mine as well.
The sentence of youth is coming to an end.
And I quietly count the hours.


Cold Blue Sky
At times I rest.
My mind drifting to involuntary sleep,
As a dream floats into my head.
Its reality and vividness caress my soul.
Making me believe.

The barrier that separates
The world from dreams
Is gone.
Leaving a fantastic place where everything is possible
And nothing real.

The pasture around me is green,
Impossibly green,
Stretching to the horizon and beyond into the sky.
All around are animals,
Alien and strange,
Comforting me with their purrs,
And coats of soft, warm fur.

A house sits at the far end of the field.
I approach,
The animals follow.
Inside is my room,
Just as I left it.

Fatigue overwhelms me and I am once again compelled,
To sleep.
Then wake.
I stretch and yawn
Gazing out my window on the soft green grass.
And a cold blue sky.

[Mobius]

2. Helen by The Cruxshadows

The sounds of yesterday still echo in my head
Distant conflicts unresolved
We were young once,
and in love
Nothing was more real...
more real to feel.

Fools for lovers,
children are
in petty circumstance
Like razors seen
more clearly now
Watching from the outside
looking down
I feel so helpless

I see angels trapped beneath the ice
And strangers in my bed at night
Cloudy skies to cover up
the feelings buried in the dark
Helen, i think you understand
The night is silent in your hands
I give it everything I have
And when its gone
There's nothing left but me

sadness whispers her condolences
For the greatest tragedy of all is love lost
But the greatest virtue belongs to those
who will give everything
to love again...
It is a test

I don't think its fair to blame each other
For the happiness we sought but didn't find
Gibran's words i heard in angel's eyes
Too young to understand
But I pause as we grow between the lines
And if the walls of our communion fall to nothingness
How wrong the dreamers would be
But I won't accept it,
I won't give up
World be damned,
for love is hard
And this time...
This time...
I'm not running away

I see angels trapped beneath the ice
And strangers in my bed at night
Cloudy skies to cover up
the feelings buried in the dark
Helen, i think you understand
The night is silent in your hands
I give it everything I have
And when its gone
There's nothing left

I see angels trapped beneath the ice
And strangers in my bed at night
Cloudy skies to cover up
the feelings buried in the dark
Helen, i think you understand
The night is silent in your hands
I give it everything I have
And when its gone
There's nothing left but me

There is always hope,
and the strongest and the bravest
will always keep it close to them
For if you surrender hope,
then love was right to leave you

I see angels trapped beneath the ice
And strangers in my bed at night
Cloudy skies to cover up
the feelings buried in the dark
Helen, i think you understand
The night is silent in your hands
I give it everything I have
And when its gone
There's nothing left

I see angels trapped beneath the ice
And strangers in my bed at night
Cloudy skies to cover up
the feelings buried in the dark
Helen, i think you understand
The night is silent in your hands
I give it everything I have
And when its gone
There's nothing left but me

[thefool_wa]

4. Nice!!

That was incredible!

I assume these song lyrics, correct? If so, where can I hear the song?

:yourock:

[Mobius]

5. like that huh?

Here's another one from Depeche Mode
Kind of sums up how I am feeling now to a T

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to you
We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

[thefool_wa]

10. Ahhhh, la Mode

Second best band ever. Though, I wish David would stop trying to give up smack. I remember a day when DM was all Sex, Religion or Death. The last 2 albums have been filled with songs that, while still musically genius and quite eloquent, lack a biting edge that older Mode really personified. Its like they succumbed lyrically to the mopey signature sound so present in Alternative music in the 90s.

Still, there are few out there that can turn a tune like Depeche Mode can.

Heres a little then and then and now for comparison. Notice how edgy becomes whiny very quickly (even though I love all 3 of these songs):

Strangelove 1984
There'll be times
When my crimes
Will seem almost unforgivable
I give in to sin
Because you have to make this life livable
But when you think Ive had enough
From your sea of love
Ill take more than another river full
And Ill make it all worthwhile
Ill make your heart smile

Strangelove
Strange highs and strange lows
Strangelove
Thats how my love goes
Strangelove
Will you give it to me
Will you take the pain
I will give to you
Again and again
And will you return it


Walking In My Shoes 1992
I would tell you about the things
They put me through
The pain Ive been subjected to
But the lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes


Home 1997
Here is a song from the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
And it pounds from within and is pinning me down

Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally Ive found that I belong here

[gr8dane_daddy]

6. Maybe not a good, but some of my lyrics...

Say Hello

Say hello to the poor man,
He's the one who's suffering
Say hello to the rich man,
He's the one who's banking
Say hello to the poor man,
His family is the one that's dying
Say hello to the rich man, say hello

Say hello to the poor boy,
He's the one we're shipping
Say hello to the rich boy,
He's the one we're keeping
Say hello to the poor boy,
He's the one that's dying
Say hello to the rich boy, say hello

Say a prayer for the poor man
He's the one who's killing
Say a prayer for the rich man
He's the one who's fearing
Say a prayer for the poor man
His chances are quickly dwindling
Say hello to the rich man, say hello

[thefool_wa]

9. Great lyrics!

any music to go with?

[fizzgig]

7. my night

i tried to go home tonight but found it didn’t work

small sense of familiarity in a sea of the unfamiliar

a few of the faces, the most important, remain the same

and yet they are out of context

the room too full

too hazy

too wet

exsanguinated

too much wrong to feel right

overload

done

[thefool_wa]

8. most eloquent

long night Kagihime?

[fizzgig]

13. thanks

the night was a mixed bag, got to see a few people i haven't seen for awhile but there were some annoying people there. i was glad to see my friends again.

[thefool_wa]

15. Sounds like a mixed bag to me for sure

I thought seriously about going out last night. My favorite local band (HalfHalo) was playing at one of my haunts and everyone I know was going. I miss some of them, and I love hearing the guys play, but I actually hate going to the bar (less now that WA is smoke free) and really felt like just kickin it.

I ended up spending the evening with my wife, and spending it much more productively :) and then I set down to transcribe poetry and work on my website.

I should have gone to bed earlier, but it happens. I hope some sleep made the mixed bag more full of goodness for you. I know tonight it will for me...

:hi:

[wildhorses]

11. exsanguinated

good word:thumbsup:

:hi:


and thanks everyone for sharing:loveya:

[thefool_wa]

12. I know what that means

Thanks to the X-Files :)

[fizzgig]

14. it's a great word

i've not been writing much but it's starting to come back and i love sharing with everyone

[thefool_wa]

16. I love your poetry

so keep sharing. Writing is like a muscle. The more you work it the stronger it gets. And, unless you neglect it totally or willingly destroy it, it will always be there to help you.

I love writing, I just wish someone would pay me to do it. :cry:

:hi:

[fizzgig]

17. thanks for reading

my writer's block is starting to dissolve (finally) and it feels good

[thefool_wa]

18. I know what you mean

I've wanted to write a novel since I was old enough to read. After High School I got a great job (due, in large part, to my writing in HS) and I fell away from the creative side and only got to flex the muscle when copy writing for Navy promotional brochures and videos (not real interesting, but great for the vocabulary).

So, from the ages of 18-27 I kinda forgot I wanted to be a writer and did a great many other things (still wrote music and song lyrics/poetry somewhat - and learned to play the guitar), but after a year at my current job I could feel the urge growing. I wanted to start writing again but was at a loss for what to write about.

It seemed like it took forever to get the gates open (and it was the silliest of thoughts that opened them), but when they opened I went nuts and have been trudging away ever since. I started out wanting to write one novel and within a couple weeks realized I had the material for three.

It happens like that. Being a writer is something you are, not something you do. To me, writers block is how my mind communicates to me that I am missing a key part of whatever it is I'm working on. Like trying to paint, having the picture in your mind, and being short a couple of colors or even a whole easel.

That's when I dive into the research and dig through whats written in my head and in my notes looking for the missing piece. So far, I've found it every time.

(I know you didn't ask for my life story - but I am having the opposite of writer's block today - thanks for humoring me)

:hi: