Let's Write A Poem!



  • This is our poem I started in the Pisces topic, and I am putting it under a new topic so you all can read it and add to it if you like. It may likely be good enough as it is, but I would it would be fun to just keep adding to it (forever?). If you would like to add to it, go ahead and write the next line or to, and feel free to take it in any direction you wish, it's our poem.

    Triggerfish

    Contributing authors thus far are:

    Triggerfish and PisceaneseDream

    OUR POEM

    by US

    Oh, how I wish I could walk backwards through time,

    through an abyss of my happiness and my pain....

    Our love is what we traded for horses,

    and rode off in the sunset again...

    And as I dream of leaping forward through time,

    to kill the suspense and ease my mind...

    The bittersweet memories I wished not to leave behind,

    Give a final nod of approval at the joy I might find.

    (Silently cues the multidimensional Creator of Rhyme...that's you)



  • Triggerfish,

    Beautiful, Very Beautiful.....

    Peace,Blessings

    Love & Light 🙂



  • i couldn't agree with you more Trigger, we're flowin' n i think we're on to something cool! :). thanks for making a separate post. makes it a bit easier, huh? hehe why thank you, i'm liking your poetry a lot too my friend! it's refreshing to collaborate. i don't share what's on my mind unless it's by accident or online lol. i hope others will join in with us as well...it's cleansing for the soul.

    OUR POEM

    by US

    Oh, how I wish I could walk backwards through time,

    through an abyss of my happiness and my pain....

    Our love is what we traded for horses,

    and rode off in the sunset again...

    And as I dream of leaping forward through time,

    to kill the suspense and ease my mind...

    The bittersweet memories I wished not to leave behind,

    Give a final nod of approval at the joy I might find.

    And as I dream a dream so distant from reality,

    can't help but wonder if I'm supposed to be here...

    (...next line 🙂



  • I,m like a butterfly fluttering in the breeze

    touching the essence of the perfumed air,

    surrounded by the flowers of my dreams.

    I could be Papillon , I could be mariposa,

    I,m not Monarch ,But i,m really me.

    I,m fluttering away coming and going ,

    Doing as I please.

    And when nightime falls i,ts best you see

    Cause in the darkness i,ts all intensified

    And clear to me.

    The light can,t change reality of all the expectations

    That I could not see...

    Hope YOU like .............. Leonida



  • i like both your poems. I think they are deep and open minded. very nice.



  • I loved it Leonida. ty Katara. Trig, i'll swing by later on this week. all take care and have a blessed day!



  • Oh, how I wish I could walk backwards through time,

    through an abyss of my happiness and my pain....

    Our love is what we traded for horses,

    and rode off in the sunset again...

    And as I dream of leaping forward through time,

    to kill the suspense and ease my mind...

    The bittersweet memories I wished not to leave behind,

    Give a final nod of approval at the joys I might find

    And as I dream a dream so distant from reality,

    can't help but wonder if I'm supposed to be here...

    The anticipation, of Knowing, ..the search for the truth

    Love promised to restore, those memories I adored.

    But, why am I haunted by these dreams, only waking to discover,

    This can't be my reality, cause you are still with another...

    Yes, If only I could walk backwards through time.

    (...next,, 🙂



  • We would set up some up some boundries

    to suit both our taste

    And together we would languish with laughter

    In hope and in faith,

    That one day our love would be filled with the Almighty,s grace.



  • Very interesting use of creative juices!

    If this were the Religion of Rhyme, I am certain we would be knocking on Nirvana's Door. How about submitting any poem you feel like writing, or add to OUR POEM. It's absolutely liberating to the soul, and I admire your sharing of yourselves in such a thoughtful way.

    Thank you, Sweet Dreamers from the Land of Thoughtful Expression, Thank you. Your footprints will no doubt raise eyebrows of curiosity from the wayward stumblers of co-dependent thought.

    Healing Water, here is your next line my friend,

    (Leonida, that sounds like a beautiful place inside you, show us more...)

    Oh, how I wish I could walk backwards through time,

    through an abyss of my happiness and my pain....

    Our love is what we traded for horses,

    and rode off in the sunset again...

    And as I dream of leaping forward through time,

    to kill the suspense and ease my mind...

    The bittersweet memories I wished not to leave behind,

    Give a final nod of approval at the joys I might find

    And as I dream a dream so distant from reality,

    can't help but wonder if I'm supposed to be here...

    The anticipation, of Knowing, ..the search for the truth

    Love promised to restore, those memories I adored.

    But, why am I haunted by these dreams, only waking to discover,

    This can't be my reality, cause you are still with another...

    Yes, If only I could walk backwards through time.

    Scenes playing out in my mind,

    It's all clear, yet, I'm blind...

    Returning love I can't find.



  • This is one of the poems I wrote for a Picses many years gone by......

    Imagination

    I imagine I live by the sea,

    where only the ocean exist...

    I imagine your body a ship

    and I rock in it feeling the tides

    crash against the shore...

    knowing our Souls will remain one

    forever...

    I dream we have drifted to the outreaches of the sea,

    lost in the ocean like a precious gem...

    I Have to imagine that what the sea loses

    will Always turn up again...



  • NICE POETRY HEALINGWATER, I think this is such an opportunity for us all to contribute , It kind of tells a story of who we are and how we think and where we have been deep down inside. I love it,,it is a beautiful way to expose some of your inner self, I hope we get more participants. Leonida



  • I went camping once. This is really so trivial, but we were in a fierce lightning storm that ripped our

    tent to shreds, and the next day there was nothing but mud and fire ants everywhere.

    The End.

    No wait, so anyway, I was inspired to write a poem called, ODE TO A FIRE ANT, and...well,

    here it is... I photoshopped it for your viewing pleasure.



  • Okay, that didn't work. Well, just pretend there are fire ants all over the page.

    ODE TO A FIRE ANT

    by George Hopkins

    Fire Ant, Fire Ant

    Numb me with pain,

    Make me appreciate

    Not hurting again,

    Like a record played backwards

    I sink into unconscious bliss,

    Only to awaken to your sweet , hot kiss.

    Fire Ant, Fire Ant

    'TIl death do us part

    I understand your juxtaposition in life,

    Like a novice artist

    Appreciates bad art.

    (APPLAUSE SIGN LIGHTS UP)



  • WOW. Trigger that sound painful, but so eloquently put. I could feel them biting as I read!!!.. Loved it!!,...

    Leonida, Thank you for the compliment..., I found your Poetry to be very inspiring..and like you, wish that others would join in as well...

    I'm going to take another stab at OUR POEM when I'm finished errands for the day..

    I used the word Stab, because I haven't gotten over that Ode to Fire Ants yet LOL....



  • OH well, thanks, hehe... I never was sure about mosquitoes and fire ants purpose here, and things of that nature, but that they are part of our life experience, so, thank you to all critters that have made my life miserable, I am stronger now.



  • How about this:

    Searching the past and pondering what will be,

    Longing for what was and what I can't see.

    I know I can't walk backward through time,

    But thinking about what was beautiful and new, that's no crime.

    We wanted the love and joy and pain,

    Now what is left is heartache and blame.

    Oh how I wish I could walk backward in time,

    And return to the days when you were still mine.



  • Hello Crysta10227, A very nice poem indeed, It speaks to me & I am sure many of us. ........................

    Leonida



  • Leonida,

    Thank you. I have many poems I have written and even had published in anthologies. I look at my poetry as a way to truly express my emotions and feel safe to do so without having to explain why I feel like I do.

    Crystal



  • "Oh how I wish I could walk backward in time,

    And return to the days when you were still mine."

    That's good, you should add it to OUR POEM so we can see how it compliments what we wrote.

    Or if it is how you like it by itself, that's fine too, it's your choice. Our Poem is just an on going creation, and we're all family, so you can make it go in whatever direction you like. If you feel like making it sad and tragic, that's cool, or cast a glimmer of hope into it as well, or just be silly, who cares? It's just fun to see where it goes so it doesn't even have to make any sense. Rhyming is a plus, but even that is not a requirement.

    After I started this topic, I Googled the world's longest poem, and there are several, but one is an ongoing poem like this, at least it started out as a poem then it got weird, and people just started

    saying whatever, so it became more like a never ending series of one liner gibberish, but its funny to read, or try and read, it goes on for miles. If you can read the whole thing you have way more time on your hands than I. I added a line or two, and I think I burned up my left click button trying to get to the bottom to see what I wrote! If you were ti print it, I bet it would take up a whole ream of paper and use up all your ink! Anyway, if you want to check it out, and maybe add your own contribution to it, here is the link: http://www.benrik.co.uk/v1/poetry/

    Thanks everyone for contributing to this topic, it is great fun for me seeing so much creative activity.

    I also play guitar and write songs, so after reading some lines here I often feel inspired to play or write a song, so thanks!

    Trig



  • I am walking back in time

    And I am not sure he should be mine,

    you see sometimes he is hot

    sometimes he is cold

    thirty five years of stories to be told

    And I certainly could never have guessed

    Oh, Well I think I will just take a rest .

    LOL ....... Leonida ... thought I would add a little humour... but it is all true