after 2 years away

[CrowSingsOver]

Alright, I really think I need work on this one, well on all of my poems. I'm starting small, though. I'm far from a master poet, so any help anyone can offer would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

Holding onto the unreal
Has always been a
Suicidal past-time.

Dreams are unfaithful,
Haunting me
With unfulfilled hopes,
I fear to let go.

Letting go is giving up,
On time, myself

And people say
I'm too quiet.
I would scream,
If screaming would save me.
But my voice is useless,
Too soft in the storm.

I've lost too much
And the searching is killing me.
All these years,
The fires turned inward,
Have scorched
What little beginnings,
I have left.
And yet,

I keep searching
For something to complete me.
As if I were only one-half,
One-quarter,
Of myself.

My only survival
Is ripping myself apart,
And some how,
Putting these pieces back.

What little I know of
Destruction,
Is all I know of
Repair.

 

[CrowSingsOver]

new

I just did this about fifteen minutes ago, so if it needs work that's why it's here and please don't cringe too much.

Nautilus
I am a spiral
A silent snake
Winding and looping
Mastering the universe
Within my own skin
I change as light through water
Ever fluid
Intertwining fate
Weaving sky and earth
Opening up and
Letting go
Curling and doubling
Twin spirits carving out a story
Old and renewed
Deep within your body
Silent orchestrater of your destiny
I am the dancer
Playing through your blood
Leaving my mark in your eyes
On your skin
Flowing through curls of auburn
Gold
And copper
Echoing
Hollow
In your voice
In the unoccupied cradle of your ear
Within there is the swelling of the tide
Echoed in minute measure
On my skin all colors shimmer
You trace the perfect curve of my body
I whisper a story softly
A time before you were born
You seem to listen intently
Then I fall away
Discarded and forgotten
And find myself
Once again nestled in warm sand
Above me a galaxy swirls,
Mocking my form
Its dazzling clusters of soundless stars
Echoing the play of colors
Under my sun-bleached skin
Deep within,
I am a spiral

 

[CrowSingsOver]

no one's looking, so I might as well post several

Freeing Eve

Tested everyday
For a strength beyond measure.

Is there any doubt
What can be done
If you will it?

I have walked
A thousand lives.
Dreamed
A thousand dreams.
And not once,
Faltered by you.

You move in patterns
Dictated by no man's law.

From you I see
Enduring power,
Only faltering
When you forget
Who you really are.

Your blood runs ageless,
Warmed by the earth's heart,
(Or some inner bundle of light).

You were never alone,
Bruised and Battered,
I still stood by you.
You,
Who have birthed a world,
And still work eight hours,
Two jobs,
Standing lower pay
And being hassled
By some paternal authority,

Do it all to get home in time
To kiss your children goodnight
Or just to know
At the end of another day,
You're still alive and kicking.

Mothers who feel lost,
Daughters betrayed,
Who you are
Is boundless.

You have been here,
And will stand forever.

 

[CrowSingsOver]

Storm

There's a storm coming
It's ripping up dreams
Like loose planks
Splintering
Cracking apart.
Only when my home is gone
Will I see the sky
Even though my skin has flown away
The rain feels good on my bones

 

[CrowSingsOver]

Play time with the Cosmos

I sit
Sure the world will come to an end

Wondering when the sun will go
Super Nova
and we'll all die

But as if refusing to play my game
The sun rises
and sets
Without problem

And a timeless motion
Scatters pebbles along the riverbed

They click together
melodic
and
cold

And the world is saved again

 

[My Erotic Tale]

I sit
Sure the world will come to an end

Wondering when the sun will go
Super Nova
and we'll all die

But as if refusing to play my game
The sun rises
and sets
Without problem

And a timeless motion
Scatters pebbles along the riverbed

They click together
melodic
and
cold

And the world is saved again

you go!!!!!!

I knocked on your door and say...."Hi" and welcome to lit poetry community...
I seen the moving truck and you move in and brought a fresh batch of cookies to welcome you to the neiborhood.


Huntsville Tx?
Trinity here......
do I know you? <grin>

 

[CrowSingsOver]

thank you

thank you for the warm welcome. I was here two years ago and popped back in.

You probably don't know me, just moved up here in 2004 to go to college at Sam.

 

[wildsweetone]

There's a storm coming
It's ripping up dreams
Like loose planks
Splintering
Cracking apart.
Only when my home is gone
Will I see the sky
Even though my skin has flown away
The rain feels good on my bones

hi CrowSingsOver and welcome to litland

i like this poem, i like the imagery you convey. a couple of thoughts for you, is there any reason you capitalise the first letter of each line? and, i would like to see more about the 'dreams' you mention - they seem secondary to the storm itself and yet, i feel they are as, if not more, important.



i too like Khalil Gibran.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

thank you for the warm welcome. I was here two years ago and popped back in.

You probably don't know me, just moved up here in 2004 to go to college at Sam.

I know Sam...
big tall white guy stands hitch hiking on I 45 <grin>

welcome back and "Howdy"

need something just shout towards the river...

 

[CrowSingsOver]

letters

yeah, the lettering kinda sucks because word automatically does all sorts of things when I try to type...and...I admit I'm a bit to lazy to fix it...shame on me

 

[CrowSingsOver]

sam

yes, good ol sam and his big stick...but that's another story!

thank you again, both of you

 

[CrowSingsOver]

edit

I am putting notes on my poems to go back and work on them, I think you're right about the dreams thing...and I suppose I could slap word so it wont mess up what I'm trying to convey

 

[wildsweetone]

yeah, the lettering kinda sucks because word automatically does all sorts of things when I try to type...and...I admit I'm a bit to lazy to fix it...shame on me

somebody here shared how to stop the programme from doing it's automatic thing... if i could figure it out, i'd show you... maybe someone else can tell you.

automation is the bane of our lives.

lol

 

[CrowSingsOver]

word

I'm almost afraid to play with word, it has a habit of doing even worse things when I try to fix stuff

 

[CrowSingsOver]

opinion

So what about the nautilus one? I didn't do it in much time, I'm hoping it's not bad because of it.

 

[CrowSingsOver]

arrgg... so nobody has opinions on how to make Nautilus better? I really don't think I should break it up, but I'll think about that comment. Anything else? Wording that should be fixed? Somewhere ther beat is thrown off? etc etc etc...I am totally open for comments