Let's Write A Poem!



  • My poem:

    The people in Haiti need our help

    They have nowhere else to go

    People here say DO NOT GIVE

    IT WILL ONLY BE FOR SHOW!

    So what do I do?

    Listen to them and ignore the people's cries

    Or do I send a few dollars to help

    before anymore children DIES!!



  • Prayer is a powerful alternative. If you can't give anything else, become a living prayer. You will make a difference.

    My heart goes out to all the troubled souls in Haiti. I pray that we all get through the trials and tribulation of earth changes, and see better days soon.

    Amen



  • 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.

    Oh how I wish I could walk backward in time,

    Return to the days when you were still mine.

    Who's next?



  • MY BIRTHDAY

    Today is my birthday

    I just turned 54

    It's a well know fact now

    I'm not young anymore

    My hair is alot grayer

    I've got lines under my eyes

    My sight is getting dimmer

    There's aches in my thighs

    I find that my patience

    Is shorter than it used to be

    And once I could walk over five miles

    Now it's less than three

    I don't drive a car

    That's a good thing, it's true

    My nerves are so badly shot

    I could run into you

    It's a good thing I'm still working

    And bringing home a pay-check

    'Cos getting older is not fun

    At home I'd be a wreck!!



  • You can walk 3 miles? That's awesome! I'll be 54 in Feb. Do not despair getting older, we are all getting younger actually.

    Hey everybody! I'm working on a website with just OUR POEM on it, and when it is all up and running I will post the web URL here. I will put OUR POEM up to the last entry made on here, then whoever comes along after that can add to it (one line per entry, but you can write as many entries as you like separately). Then we can continue to share other poetry here because that is fun too!

    See you all soon,

    Trig



  • Triggerfish, I will be waiting! I love to write poetry and I hope I will try not to write the kind I did today!! I will give it my all b/c I want your poetry site to succeed!! Wanda.



  • Hi to everyone, I've put Everyone's entry together..I think they were all meant to be an addition to the poem, but if not plz, make it known (Hey does that rythme) LOL

    OUR POEM

    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.

    We would set 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.

    Scenes playing out in my mind, It's all clear, yet, I'm blind...

    Returning love I can't find.

    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.

    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 .

    But then rest, is for those who can afford to do so,

    My mind is so weary my heart is so cold.. Busy am I wondering

    right from wrong, the question remains...

    Next...



  • Casper402032, your poem certainly made me (LOL).



  • OUR POEM

    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.

    We would set 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.

    Scenes playing out in my mind, It's all clear, yet, I'm blind...

    Returning love I can't find.

    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.

    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 .

    But then rest, is for those who can afford to do so,

    My mind is so weary my heart is so cold.. Busy am I wondering

    right from wrong, the question remains...

    Does this man's heart still hold my name?

    Or am I to blame for the childish games I've played?

    Games I had no intention on playing...

    But am guilty of, to an extent... Does he care?

    Or should I continue going my separate way?

    I wish I was able to rid my mind of these deceitful thoughts...

    Maybe this is what you wanted all along?

    Damn him... I gave what I promised never to give...

    I continue a path of a broken heart's song...

    
    lol sorry guys i couldn't resist lol. u can add it....or not. its all good ;)
    
    much love


  • PisceaneseDream, I think it's Very good..Hope triggerfish decides to keep All of the entries...



  • HealingWater. i tend to side bust a lot. my head is filled with garbage...and wanted to vent. disregard what i said. and please, continue.



  • well off the top here I go..................The Window May 19 2010

    So quiet as I sit as I just sit waiting my turn ,,,waiting for something to bite me so I quit being hurt.. So loud at times just so my thoughts dont cloud my mind...waiting for a envelope just so I can open it instead of reading the same old lines... So weak from waiting , So mad from just sitting in line from my own,.. I know I'm not alone ...So get up and throw it away , to the air , So quiet as I sit looking into my life as it stares back waiting for me to take a turn......................



  • no reply at all no reply at all is anybody listening whoa



  • So quiet as I sit as I just sit waiting my turn ,,,

    waiting for something to bite me so I quit being hurt..

    So loud at times just so my thoughts dont cloud my mind...

    waiting for a envelope just so I can open it instead of reading the same old lines...

    So weak from waiting , So mad from just sitting in line from my own,..

    I know I'm not alone ...So get up and throw it away , to the air ,

    So quiet as I sit looking into my life as it stares back waiting for me to take a turn......................

    Unfortunate, is what it seems on days i'm feeling incomplete...

    waiting to see if what i see is reality? loneliness? or wishful thinking...

    Unfortunate is what i'm feeling when i can't get my way...

    waiting to find the right time to come clean with what i have to say...

    Unfortunate is how i see myself down any path i choose to take...

    so i settle on staying quiet and continue to pray...

    Unfortunately, precious time continues to waste away...

    ........Starfire101166, anybody, let's see if we can pick up where we left off. :).....please continue....



  • Well is this so in rythum ,finally thinking wow I have a reply now I dont think Im waisting my time .

    Unfortunately things forced the air, as winds fortunately blew my way causeing thunderstorms so preciously as these words come clean from me .on this dirty screen.

    So loudly dont crowd me I was just waiting, knowing what was in the box the staying quiet and praying the bluecoats dont see me.Giving the illusion im just a box,Wishful thinking but we all do get away...............I so quiet as I do stand firm if not for faith or innocence childish rants i race wanna lets play......

    this is not over dont turn the page burn the oils fire to sage......time can pick up where we left off..........please continue as I wash the unfortunate away.........each word waits its turn....huh



  • hey dont mean to intrude but thought id have ago at creating a poem myself.

    Shadows.

    It was night and the creeking of trees could be herd from Outside My bedroom window.

    I snuggled up close in my bed as i tried to get to sleep

    but the noise from the trees outside was almost too much to bear

    so i snuggled closer under my Pillow.

    Then Rain started Tip tapping against the window pain

    and the trees grew Louder and louder with there almighty Russling Sounds.

    then the lights went out from around the house and i could suddenly see massive shadows Dancing across my bedroom Walls.

    The house Moaned and creeked like it was trying to talk.

    Trees outside started to bash against the window sill and i felt a sudden chill come over me.

    The shadows grew deeper and deeper until i was engulfed in them, there was no way out

    and then my lights went out.

    The End! :O)

    I know it didn't rhyme but there is many ways to write a poem, just a though that came to mind.

    Bee x



  • The Window

    So quiet as I sit as I just sit waiting my turn ,,,

    waiting for something to bite me so I quit being hurt..

    So loud at times just so my thoughts dont cloud my mind...

    waiting for a envelope just so I can open it instead of reading the same old lines...

    So weak from waiting , So mad from just sitting in line from my own,..

    I know I'm not alone ...So get up and throw it away , to the air ,

    So quiet as I sit looking into my life as it stares back waiting for me to take a turn......................

    Unfortunate, is what it seems on days i'm feeling incomplete...

    waiting to see if what i see is reality? loneliness? or wishful thinking...

    Unfortunate is what i'm feeling when i can't get my way...

    waiting to find the right time to come clean with what i have to say...

    Unfortunate is how i see myself down any path i choose to take...

    so i settle on staying quiet and continue to pray...

    Unfortunately, precious time continues to waste away...

    Well is this so in rythum ,finally thinking wow I have a reply now I dont think Im waisting my time .

    Unfortunately things forced the air, as winds fortunately blew my way causeing thunderstorms so preciously as these words come clean from me .on this dirty screen.

    So loudly dont crowd me I was just waiting, knowing what was in the box the staying quiet and praying the bluecoats dont see me.Giving the illusion im just a box,Wishful thinking but we all do get away...............I so quiet as I do stand firm if not for faith or innocence childish rants i race wanna lets play......

    this is not over dont turn the page burn the oils fire to sage......time can pick up where we left off..........please continue as I wash the unfortunate away.........each word waits its turn....huh

    countless days, weeks and months progress from summer through fall...the negative thoughts inside my head, i don't hear at all. i faced a giant, like David before Goliath, God allowed my words to be sung in infinite triumph. i thought for a split second my world would be secure. but it crashed and burned and left me unsure. for awhile i couldn't see straight. i felt something within my heart break. it's unusual to feel like it wasn't meant to heal. there's a rare change i couldn't see. but i know now it's part of my destiny. it's not rational to think i'd be able to see through rose colored glasses indefinitely. the veil has been lifted and i see clearly the world's bad intentions. i guess this path wasn't as unfortunate as i had mentioned. now i lie in wait, glaring outside my window...waiting to see how God breaks the bonds of slavery my enemies have inflicted. why the h e l l do my words always end up sounding dark and demented. LOL! abrassive as my words may be...each word waits its turn indeed....

    
    let's keep it going! ;p
    
    RebeccaAnn....it's cute! wasn't expecting the 'lights went out' part. lovely! nice poem.


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