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Poems,
So, we are writers, poems must be written, and then they may be posted; here.
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Permalink Reply by Elena Martínez Blanco (ayalga) on
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I have only written 2 poems in English, since is not my first language and I find it hard to express what I want, but well, I leave them for you to see here. I have sent the first one to a contest so wish me luck haha:-)
1. a poem from a broken soul...
confusion...
tangled ideas in my brain
that suck my soul from any liveness.
I fear the night for it brings insomnia
and weird thoughts and awful dreams...
Those dreams reach for my inner self,
with skinny boney fingers to grasp my heart,
to break my confidence, to scare the love...
I am an angel with broken wings falling from the sky,
I am a lost soul looking for the compass of hope,
lost in so many years of misery and mistreat,
broken by the one I most loved.
Darkness in my heart,
loneliness forever
I feel at a loss when I think at night,
my soul hurts, my tears fall on my cheeks and
my heart screams of pain and warns me
not to fall, not to loose myself again.
I am letting the shades of hate
squeeze my heart and my soul,
not knowing what to do next,
praying to wake up without sorrow,
hoping for a hand to rescue my today
to give me an insight into my tomorrow...
Confusion...
don't know myself anymore...
2. If only... (poem from a single mum)
If only words were more than a definition,
I could possibly show you my world,
You cannot see it , you cannot live it,
You cannot know what I have to endure.
I would show you how it feels to wake up kissed
By a little angel with a cheecky look,
To feel her little hands on my face,
To hear tender words that melt my soul.
Words cannot describe that moment of peace...
And then the rush, the arguments, the fights,
The day begins, another day to survive,
Another day of wishing I had a helping hand,
Another day to show me how lonely I am.
Work to be done, bills to be payed,
Meals to be cooked, house to be cleaned,
Games to be played, Lessons to be taught,
When do I study? When do I write?
I feel so lost and tired all the time,
I cannot sleep with worries on my mind,
I chose to live this life, I shouldn’t complain
But life certainly had a laugh at me that day...
I dream that one day things will be different,
That I won’t have to struggle on my own,
I wish one day I can find my real soulmate
That won’t play tricks on my heart and go.
Until that day comes I have to keep going,
I have to keep my mind clear of dreams,
I cannot waste my time with possibilities
That will only hurt and damage me.
If only I could have a moment of foreseeing,
If only I knew what the future would bring,
If I knew my heart would stop breaking into pieces
Then, for a moment, I could breathe. -
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Permalink Reply by mark the honnil on
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Some folks:
I look for a spider monkey tail coming out their Levis.
I know there is a cat tail in that blue dress .
do I hear purring?
Don’t bump into him, his skin, it must be abrasive and
I know there is a fin folded sideways somewhere under that black coat.
He goes home and the first thing he does is remove those prosthetic hands.
“Ahhhhhhhh” he lies on the couch and dips his sloth claws into pimento cheese
all ….night …..long!
slobbering his way into another sunrise and the lie begins again.
The bird-like ones don’t even try to hide it
although I think they sleep in cages at home
so tired from all that busy Ness.
The turtles are just as bold daring you to call their bluff,
they retreat into their shells of silence at will
and I am jealous of the turtles.
I try so hard not to laugh at the fish with those faraway eyes
but they don’t notice anyway. Do they?
I can’t help it -I have to laugh at the fish with those hyenas
if they come by.
I don’t care what those otters say anymore
they will forget it before anything happens anyway.
I don’t care
about otters.
if you like it there is more at opoetoo.wordpress.com -
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wow! I am sorry for your hard times.
you writing is honest and biting ,you should keep at it.
what a bummer no one responded to this.
how did the contest go?
have you ever thought about making a blog?
Elena Martínez Blanco (ayalga) said:I have only written 2 poems in English, since is not my first language and I find it hard to express what I want, but well, I leave them for you to see here. I have sent the first one to a contest so wish me luck haha:-)
1. a poem from a broken soul...
confusion...
tangled ideas in my brain
that suck my soul from any liveness.
I fear the night for it brings insomnia
and weird thoughts and awful dreams...
Those dreams reach for my inner self,
with skinny boney fingers to grasp my heart,
to break my confidence, to scare the love...
I am an angel with broken wings falling from the sky,
I am a lost soul looking for the compass of hope,
lost in so many years of misery and mistreat,
broken by the one I most loved.
Darkness in my heart,
loneliness forever
I feel at a loss when I think at night,
my soul hurts, my tears fall on my cheeks and
my heart screams of pain and warns me
not to fall, not to loose myself again.
I am letting the shades of hate
squeeze my heart and my soul,
not knowing what to do next,
praying to wake up without sorrow,
hoping for a hand to rescue my today
to give me an insight into my tomorrow...
Confusion...
don't know myself anymore...
2. If only... (poem from a single mum)
If only words were more than a definition,
I could possibly show you my world,
You cannot see it , you cannot live it,
You cannot know what I have to endure.
I would show you how it feels to wake up kissed
By a little angel with a cheecky look,
To feel her little hands on my face,
To hear tender words that melt my soul.
Words cannot describe that moment of peace...
And then the rush, the arguments, the fights,
The day begins, another day to survive,
Another day of wishing I had a helping hand,
Another day to show me how lonely I am.
Work to be done, bills to be payed,
Meals to be cooked, house to be cleaned,
Games to be played, Lessons to be taught,
When do I study? When do I write?
I feel so lost and tired all the time,
I cannot sleep with worries on my mind,
I chose to live this life, I shouldn’t complain
But life certainly had a laugh at me that day...
I dream that one day things will be different,
That I won’t have to struggle on my own,
I wish one day I can find my real soulmate
That won’t play tricks on my heart and go.
Until that day comes I have to keep going,
I have to keep my mind clear of dreams,
I cannot waste my time with possibilities
That will only hurt and damage me.
If only I could have a moment of foreseeing,
If only I knew what the future would bring,
If I knew my heart would stop breaking into pieces
Then, for a moment, I could breathe. -
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Thanks for your words!!! Oh I didn't win the contest lol, but it's ok, I'll keep trying hehehe. I have a blog, If anyone is interested, I'll send he address in a private message:-)
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Permalink Reply by Ryan Murphy (Currahee) on
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Hello, I'm new to this page, I wrote some poems a while ago. They're on my wordpress if anyone is interested (there are only two poems but it's a start): http://culturalproduction.wordpress.com/ Click poems on the right :)
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Permalink Reply by Maggie Williams on
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Hi! I'm new, and I'd just like to share a bit of poetry I've written.
All Books
All books are emotional.
some more than others,
maybe because of when you read it,
or who gave it to you,
or why you read it,
but all books hold emotion.
Words on a page vividly describe someone else's views of reality
and imagination.
Emotion is poured into every word, whether a book is poorly written
or wins a prize.
Authors are simply the vessels
of works of art. -
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