Summerflyte
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I thought it would be fun for everyone to post their poems here, all original works by our very own members! It doesn't matter what format your poem takes as long as it is by YOU! Get those creative juices flowing people.
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Challenge: Post a Poem...Keep Posting
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Gita V.Reddy
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I want to post not one but two poems. I had written them to go into one of my stories, The Dangerous Bend (The Vigil and Other Stories) but later thought the story was better off without the poem.
I know this thread will also be better off without the poems.
In context of the story, the first one is after a wife learns about her husband's betrayal, the second one is about her dilemna.
Poem 1
Poem 2
Now for the jeers!
I know this thread will also be better off without the poems.
In context of the story, the first one is after a wife learns about her husband's betrayal, the second one is about her dilemna.
Poem 1
The blow should have struck at my life force
and drained my being of me.
It should have paralyzed my limbs
lacerated my heart
and left me to an agonizing death.
It was the ultimate betrayal,
the unthinkable,
unimaginable
and totally unacceptable.
Even as it stunned me of all sensation
and reaction,
blinded me with pain and fury
and dismay.
The razor sharp voice of survival
reached out and said, “Steady! We’ll live!!
We’ll live with pride and dignity.’
“Don’t pick up the pieces
of the jigsaw of pain
It is good when weak things break
and take away the illusion of strength
comfort, security….”
The Haven is no longer there
Its debris lies around me
sad and ugly,
wiping out every trace of harmony
love and beauty.
Should I move the twisted framework aside
probe among the sharp shards
to see if there is anything left
that I can use- to rebuild.
Or should it all be carted away
away where it won’t be seen.
The homestead brushed clean
to show the foundations
laid so many years ago
to last more than a lifetime.
I don’t know
I don’t think so.
Living could be done outside the Haven too
The razor sharp voice of survival
Has entered my heart beat
It is in me and around me
It holds me up
Brushes away the tears I’d not felt on my face
And croons
“Steady! We’ll live!
We’ll live with pride and dignity.”
Poem 2
Why is it that being in the right is no consolation.
Why does the heart ache?
Why does it urge to forgive the unforgivable?
What should I do?
The heart says, “Do not probe too deeply
Into matters that give you pain
Certain things are best unseen
Look to your happiness
Believe and trust.
He says, does he not
That what you saw and heard was not
what you saw and heard.
Believe him.
Can’t you at least pretend to do so?”
Is it the perverse heartOr is it
The practical brain
That persuades me
To forget?
Is it the perverse heart
Or is it
The practical brain
That refuses
To forget?
Now for the jeers!
Gita V.Reddy
Active Member
Glad you liked the poems.
Summerflyte
Active Member
Well Done Gita, very poignant. As Meadow said, you need to have more confidence in you work. Great Job!
Gita V.Reddy
Active Member
Thanks.
Summerflyte
Active Member
Alright people, don't mock me I wrote this when I was a teenager and it seems like a very long time ago...enjoy!
What I Want....
Love and understanding
Emulating emotion
Consider caring
Affections show devotion.
Give of yourself
Look, just don’t see
Try trusting
Set your heart free.
Master Love
Learn from mistakes
Don’t change completely
Improvement is all it takes.
Try to be romantic
It’s a long forgotten trade
Show her that you love her
Hurtful memories will fade.
Be carefree and spontaneous
Show her the life you want to live
Share your dreams and aspirations
You must learn to give.
by Summerflyte
What I Want....
Love and understanding
Emulating emotion
Consider caring
Affections show devotion.
Give of yourself
Look, just don’t see
Try trusting
Set your heart free.
Master Love
Learn from mistakes
Don’t change completely
Improvement is all it takes.
Try to be romantic
It’s a long forgotten trade
Show her that you love her
Hurtful memories will fade.
Be carefree and spontaneous
Show her the life you want to live
Share your dreams and aspirations
You must learn to give.
by Summerflyte
Gita V.Reddy
Active Member
Gita V.Reddy
Active Member
Liked the poem. It's simple and meaningful which is not easy.
Gita V.Reddy
Active Member
Thanks, Pontalba.Both excellent! /applause/
stigmaticman
Active Member
you guys have written some great poetry.
I especially liked the 'don't pick up the pieces of the jigsaw of pain' - very well put Gita V.Reddy.
Also like:
Master Love
Learn from mistakes
Don’t change completely
Improvement is all it takes.
Like that last bit by Summerflyte, because sometimes we ask so much at once that nobody benefits.
good you two
I especially liked the 'don't pick up the pieces of the jigsaw of pain' - very well put Gita V.Reddy.
Also like:
Master Love
Learn from mistakes
Don’t change completely
Improvement is all it takes.
Like that last bit by Summerflyte, because sometimes we ask so much at once that nobody benefits.
good you two
stigmaticman
Active Member
Here's a little poem I'm writing now...
Like the many clouds
That coast in the sky,
So too do my thoughts.
And without a doubt,
Each word that a see
Carry me about.
Like the many clouds
That coast in the sky,
So too do my thoughts.
And without a doubt,
Each word that a see
Carry me about.
Gita V.Reddy
Active Member
Sharing these few lines...
From the terrace of a high rise
I watched the sun set
Birds fly to their nests
The sky darken with a shimmer of stars.
From the terrace of a high rise
I watched the city below
Caught up in a snarl
The roads dressed up and going nowhere.
From the terrace of a high rise
I watched the sun set
Birds fly to their nests
The sky darken with a shimmer of stars.
From the terrace of a high rise
I watched the city below
Caught up in a snarl
The roads dressed up and going nowhere.