Poetry

manda said:
He wishes for the cloths of heaven
is one of my alltime favourite poems, Lumi, with Yeats being one of my favourite poets.

It is indeed beautiful :sillysmi: ....its inspired me to read more Yeats just from that one poem....

I really like that mad girl one too ! :D

Carlita said:
it helps that i love billie holiday i guess

Billie !!! :love:
 
Coolie!!!!! :D

I'm glad this is here..... you people rock!


Mad Girl's Love Song is almost too painful to read....bu I love it. :love:
 
ok, i dont share these with just anyone, so you must know i love you all

be gentle with me...


A Piece On The Loss Of A Friend

My love.
Where I place my heavy heart
Where the echoes of my laughter can be heard
Where my tears fall on your new white shirt.

If I had but one more day to whisper the words
To you, I would scream at the top of my lungs
Please don’t take her, you have no right
But he doesn’t listen, and you’re already gone.

I place the roses, I weep the tears.
My hands can’t feel anything, yet I fear.
Life alone and without salvation,
How I wish to be gone from this place.

I have changed for the worse,
But the shell remains the same.
I can’t bring myself to,
Yell out your name.

Matthew
 
wow. the real matt dowdy has definitely stood up. you have bared your soul here, dude. takes a lot of courage...

as i said once before, my friend, yours is a beautiful soul; the poem speaks very softly, but very distinctly, to your emotions. many people will connect with your words- i did.

awesome piece, man.
 
thanks dude. it was originally part of a larger set of lyrics..go figure...


md
 
This one was sent to me many moons ago, from a guy I met online:

Something

1.
Somebody skulking in the yard
stumbles against a stone, it stutters
across the dark boards of the night
and we know. We know
he's there. We kiss

anyway. This
is not a pleasant story.

2.
And time loops like a woodbine
up into the branches
of new seasons, and two towns away
a man who can no longer bear his life
takes it, in the thick woods.

The police know.
And we now -- since no one tramples again
the grass outside our window --
he is our lonely brother,
our audience,
our vine-wrapped spirit of the forest who
grinned all night.

3.
Now you are dead too, and I, no longer young,
know what a kiss is worth. Time
has made his pitch, the slow
speech that goes on and on,
reasonable and bloodless. Yet over
the bed of each of us moonlight
throws down her long hair until

one must have something.
Anything. This
or that, or something else:
the dark wound
of watching.

~Mary Oliver
 
What is she thinking about up there
Thinkin she's gonna steal the stars
Speaking a language
we might once have heard
in the warmth of sensuous moments.
Why is she so high up
Waiting for the sun
to kill the little monuments
Do they dance..
those lights in the midnight blue
The air is sad
souls drifting..
mingling
as she dances..
on her riverbed of tears
She knows all too well...
that one can never possess
anything beautiful for an eternity
Not even the night.
 
I heard this Apache Wedding Prayer recently:

Now you will feel no rain,
For each of you will be shelter to the other.
Now you will feel no cold,
For each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no more loneliness,
For each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two bodies,
But there is only one life before you.
Go now to your dwelling place
To enter into the days of your togetherness
And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

I felt it was beautiful!...
 
It IS beautiful !
Loves it when I'm at weddings and someone reads out a passage like the one you just posted ,Mitica.
To me ....It feels warmer , more personal and special then your standard " love , honour and obey ' type of deal....
 
So far, I've gotten choked up every time I've come here.

This is awful.

This is lovely. :love:
 
Great stuff guys, but it's gettin' a little maudlin in here. So, here's something I slapped together some time ago in the midst of a forum tif on another board.

my skin is thin
a Po M
by Bimjo
****************
my skin is thin
it keeps me in
but it don't
keep others out

why this is
I cannot wiz
wish I could
no doubt

stick and stone
they make me groan
and turn all
technicolor'd

but a poor turned word
like a shot in the herd
stampedes my ego
uncover'd

I sniff, I cry
I just wanna die
well.... ummm
maybe later

life is short
make me snort
laughing truly
is greater

my skin is thin
it keeps me in
but it don't
keep others out....
 
Wow, so much talent on this board. So many word-crafters around, makes the rest of us afraid to make a sentence. ;)

Bravo, everyone! Let's see more.

I'd post, but all my best works are limericks. :D
 

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