A few poems I wrote

These a just a few poems I have written over the months. Nothing too spectacular. Just thought I would share them with all of you. I included the date it was wrote as well.

1/20/2011

By every man is his shadow.
The backdrop of a man and the direction of his view.
Holding in his hands the sands of all that is true.
Whispers in the wind and echoes through the hall.
Harmonious as the shadow reaches to the sky's ocean hue.
And the man reaches down into the sea of sparkling blue.


1/21/2011

A subject we all know too dear,
Future pain we must all feel.
Sorrow and fear oh so near,
Death by-god has come here.

We lay a flower on the grave,
Watching whilst it too is taken away.
Gentle breeze washing through,
Joy and sunshine so-far removed.

For the brightest light appears dim,
Death we know has already been.
Taken away a body of love,
Nothing remains to hug.

Bringing the strongest man to his knees,
Beginning and pleading to let him leave.
Alone in his silence,
Broken and peeved.

Death cometh as it will,
Behind is left a path of hell.
For no cry, plead, desire, or prayer,
Can bring your loved one back from there.


2/3/2011

God does not take one away,
God merely moves them out of sight.
For they are waiting in bright light,
As you search in the shadows of night.


3/12/2011

When you walk a hundred miles,
Yet still feel right at home.
Where the men tip their hat,
And women take a bow.
You will know you are where you belong,
Safe and sound in a land of your own.


4/28/2011

Oh join me my brethren in bondage,
Ban together and hold up the torch of liberty.
Shine bright oh glorious torch,
Shine bright from sea to shining sea.
Let no man in bondage remain in the dark,
Lift the veil of oppression from the eyes of all.

I enjoyed your poems.

I have only written one poem in my life. I woke up one morning a few months ago and this was in my head in its complete form. I posted it to my blog and forgot about it until now. It was like a dream of some sort actually. I got out of bed about 5:30am and came to the computer and wrote it down so I wouldn't forget. I have no idea how good it is but it seems to have pretty good meter.

The Pendulum of Life Swings

A seed is planted in a garden with care
Its fruit of expectations unknown
An invocation of Spirit to clothe
Something from nothing the goal

Mortal toil evokes the moving flow
Of swinging extremes to circle an end
With providence and patience a Gardener must tend
The Miracle of One from two

Like is to unlike
As right is to left
Blind wakes to new Light
As a vision obscured

The pendulum swings; must come to its end
Refinement and purpose revealed
The veil of choice leaves the first fruits behind
As one new creation transcends

Your poems are beautifully written and show a lot of emotion.
This is my favorite verse.

Death cometh as it will,
Behind is left a path of hell.
For no cry, plead, desire, or prayer,
Can bring your loved one back from there.


Have you recently lost a loved one?

Post more if you have them.

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My grandmother had passed a few months before and I was still saddened but it hit my mother horribly. So I was merely expressing what my interpretation of such a devastating feeling must be like from what I had observed.

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Those are all I have written so far. When I write more they will be posted here.

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That is very deep… I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you for adding your poem to my thread.

good stuff!

What if?

Mom always told me you could
do anything you put your mind to

but what if its your mind you have
to overcome to find you

what if you found yourself but your
loved ones havent had time to

what if everyone that holds you back
is just here to remind you

that you have to move forward to
put the past behind you.


lol i dnt write poems but got inspired lol

wow. those were very beautiful. i could feel what you were feeling while reading them.

I wrote this to help someone think of a good romantic poem to write, like something to build off of. I try and avoid romantic poetry but this turned out okay so I figured ''what the heck?'

5/30/2011

For the pen speaks what my lips cannot,
The quivering of my knees before you,
Testament to the love which envelops my soul.

Beauty, may I dare to call upon your name,
What do you think of the woman before me?
Could anything less than the work of angels,
Made a more voluptuous woman?

Watching how this world unfolds,
Revealing to me the secrets it holds,
Whispering majestically in my ear,
Watching the sun rise it looks so near,
Holding my breath until the time is best,
Praying and pleading the end is not yet.
For life has merely begun before it ends,
Just enough to watch seasons change,
But that is enough I suppose with a sigh,
Perhaps we are ready, ready to lie down,
Prepared and packed for when we die.
So tonight grab a book and candle light,
Sit down under the moons’ lovely glow,
Whistle a tune; relax back a little bit,
When we awake it will be a world anew.
Where grass is green and rivers so blue,
Perhaps we shall open our eyes to see,
The world we lived in with lies and misery,
Is the Eden which was once spoke of,
Only our souls were too blind to see it true.
We were never physically cast from Eden,
It was only the spirit of man which fell,
Stand up and observe the beauty around,
Bask in the glory that this world holds,
Surrender yourself unto its majesty,
And watch with joy around as life unfolds.

September 27, 2011.

I'm sorry to hear of your grandmother's passing.
Your words capture the very essence of those feelings we all share under such circumstances.
Keep writing and just let them flow from you, they are always first and foremost, for you.

ATA

Haikus are pretty
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator

I am a devout patriotic American;
The love of family, culture, and nation,
It is the glue which holds together society.
When the interests of the self are reduced,
Not because of force but by your own will,
Because you hold a sense of something,
Something far more profound than self,
This is a higher purpose rooted in culture.
As you feel obligation to love and protect,
Defend and honor, whose blood courses,
Like a gentle river through your veins.
No law has bound you to them with force,
And no external force among men can,
It is a duty embedded deep in oneself,
A nonverbal agreement that you accept,
That feeling is what I mean by patriotism.
Some say patriotism is embedded in hate,
It is a ridiculous notion obvious to most.
Is the love of your parent, siblings, or child,
Also embedded in the hatred of all others?
To me the parents are our ancestors,
To me the siblings are our fellow countrymen,
To me the child is the nation whom we protect.
We were not consulted upon our families,
We were not consulted upon our nation,
Still we feel a sense of love, duty, and devotion to both.

October 5, 2011