Poems you have written...........

Poems you have written...........

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Just Wondering

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#1 Sep 22, 2007
What about sharing poems you have written. Like the heartfelt poems we sometimes put on paper.
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Auburn Hills, MI

#2 Sep 22, 2007
Just Wondering wrote:
What about sharing poems you have written. Like the heartfelt poems we sometimes put on paper.
I wrote a poem about the planets once but I don't think I can post it here.

“Winchester Model 1894”

Since: Apr 07

Roy, Washington

#3 Sep 22, 2007
I wrote this poem shortly after my wife of 40 years died of cancer.

THE WAITING

Th clock tick grows to thunderous roar
as vigilant, I pace the floor
while praying more and more
that peace will come a calling

And watching shadows slowly crawl
across the pictures on the wall
remembering we had it all.
Can you hear the foot steps falling?

Reflected in her dusty tears
are images of bygone years
and music echoes in her ears.
Can she hear her angel calling?

And now the waiting is no more
and silence lies past every door
I clutch the dress she once wore.
I can hear my angel calling.
Just Wondering

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#4 Sep 22, 2007
How sweet-Thanks for sharing.

“Towards Spring”

Since: Dec 06

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#5 Sep 22, 2007
A Dream Sequence
(Grace Nerissa)
Fragrant scents of woodland and fern mingled and hung like a dewdrop glittering cobweb in the early Autumn mists...
She emerged from the shadows, her
cool elegance her dark luxurious hair fell in cascading in ripples over her left shoulder.
We sat at the corner table. Mozart's piano music echoed in the soft breeze..
The sweetness of her smile opened a door in my subciosness that had been chained and bolted through the passage of time.
..She reached the depths in my lonely soul .. in the dream she drew me to
the 'Springtime' of my youth when all the world was young...and new
In the distance I saw it, as it was then.. I .. in a field amidst a profusion of dazzling daffodils under a cloudless April sky, the tears began to well in my eyes as I remembered when all the world there for me; and youth being my special prize.. how romantically I served at the table of love... and I its willing Lord and master...
The power and presence of her sweet femininity took me .. once again through the time and space .. and to that place ..
Yet .. when I reached out to take her hand.. like the fragile crystal flake of snow she had gone, as had the dream ..yet.. how gently did it leave its perfumed trails around my pleading consciousness.. arousing all my senses..
And... she will come again, I know .. when evenings stretch in darkened lengths .. and fine mists of Autumn still the shadow lands .. then.. as before she will whisper just once more ..
of youth and love and wonder.

Just call me BETH

“My Favorite Aunt”

Since: Dec 08

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#6 Mar 29, 2009
Free

Free to be me

Free to honor self

Free in honesty

Free because you see

You are you and I am me

Thank You for leaving

thank you for understanding

thank you for being you

Thank You for allowing me to be me

Your welcome too

Years of hiding

Years of denying

what was never found

under those rocks

we shared and laid

sad, but free

To be you

and me

seperately

Just call me BETH

“My Favorite Aunt”

Since: Dec 08

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#7 Mar 29, 2009
Deaf Dumb and Blind

Have you ever met a blind person?
They see with there ears
no detail escapes them

Have you ever meet a deaf person ?
They hear by actions
They "feel" what they can't hear

Ah and then the child... dumb but wise
They tell it like it is with no fear

The old a shriveled up nobody, not to them
They know from experiance
what escapes most

So hear with your ears
See with eyes, the truth
Feel what you know
listen to your soul
Learn from experiance, yours or others

Tell it like it is without fear

Or be deaf dumb and blind

Just call me BETH

“My Favorite Aunt”

Since: Dec 08

Location hidden

#8 Mar 29, 2009
No words, just you
knowing what feels....
painful, sensual, and true...

Take me, drence me
with the power of you

No words

Fight me

feel me

fight you

feel you

A lost stranger

wanting so much more

Don't talk....Just feel

“Winchester Model 1894”

Since: Apr 07

Roy, Washington

#10 Mar 29, 2009
Just call me BETH wrote:
No words, just you
knowing what feels....
painful, sensual, and true...
Take me, drence me
with the power of you
No words
Fight me
feel me
fight you
feel you
A lost stranger
wanting so much more
Don't talk....Just feel
You have posted 3 verses, and I found them to be very interesting.

If you don't mind, would you please share with us what was your mood, what was in your head when you wrote them?

Just call me BETH

“My Favorite Aunt”

Since: Dec 08

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#11 Mar 29, 2009
MPMARTIN wrote:
<quoted text>
You have posted 3 verses, and I found them to be very interesting.
If you don't mind, would you please share with us what was your mood, what was in your head when you wrote them?
I will try. The poetry thread I used to go to, everyone can easily do really graphic poetry.You know I did this, I did that to him. I appreciate that but, realized for me sex is so powerful in expression one on one. It to me is about the dance of emotions, connections , and silents....Listening to the bodys expression. Sometimes it is sensual and beautiful than turns passionate and intense with stored up emotions, tapped on together.

Now I can talk, but intimacy and passion combined are hard to describe. Does that make sense ?

Just call me BETH

“My Favorite Aunt”

Since: Dec 08

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#12 Mar 29, 2009
This was written by my oldest sister after Stephan died, my Bro. We have 11 kids in our family. We are quite unusual and close. This poem is a reflection of us and my dear bro.

We used to be

we used to be

an 11-toed monster

strangers stopped and stared at our oddities

the strangeness, we had solace in

we had each other

we used to be an 11-toed monster

but we walked together

and we felt the comfort

of our deformity

we used to be an 11-toed monster

shining in our difference from the rest

of the world

Today

we have ten toes

we are crippled

we are searching

we are feeling the twitch

of a digit lost,

the pain of

our ghost toe

and never again will we walk the same

or feel the joyous shame

of the burdens

these 11 toes carried

we used to be

we used to be

an 11-toed monster

“Winchester Model 1894”

Since: Apr 07

Roy, Washington

#13 Mar 29, 2009
Just call me BETH wrote:
<quoted text> I will try. The poetry thread I used to go to, everyone can easily do really graphic poetry.You know I did this, I did that to him. I appreciate that but, realized for me sex is so powerful in expression one on one. It to me is about the dance of emotions, connections , and silents....Listening to the bodys expression. Sometimes it is sensual and beautiful than turns passionate and intense with stored up emotions, tapped on together.
Now I can talk, but intimacy and passion combined are hard to describe. Does that make sense ?
Beth,

It makes perfect sense. When I started writing poetry, it was an outlet for my emotions and I never shared it with anyone as it came from deep within my soul.

Now, at my age, why not. I write on many levels, some very dark, some sensual, some light and humorous, but each one may take me a long time until I feel it's "just right".

Thank you for sharing with me, fellow poet.

Just call me BETH

“My Favorite Aunt”

Since: Dec 08

Location hidden

#14 Mar 29, 2009
MPMARTIN wrote:
<quoted text>
Beth,
It makes perfect sense. When I started writing poetry, it was an outlet for my emotions and I never shared it with anyone as it came from deep within my soul.
Now, at my age, why not. I write on many levels, some very dark, some sensual, some light and humorous, but each one may take me a long time until I feel it's "just right".
Thank you for sharing with me, fellow poet.
I am so idealistic....I am working on my dark stuff. I have not found it in me yet. I am glad you are in touch with a range of emotions. That is healthy. I hope you share also. Really I come from professional writers in my family. I gacve up trying to be perfect or correct. I am shy, but now I say fuck it. I am 45
im from menifee

Lexington, KY

#15 Mar 29, 2009
Someone Who Cares
If I could
You know I would
Surround you with Certain things,
The love of friends, God's good grace
and angels with golden wings.

But what I can give
As long as I live,
are my time and hopes and prayers

And to let you know,
No matter what may come
I'll be here and
You've found someone who cares.
Valorie Furman
im from menifee

Lexington, KY

#16 Mar 29, 2009
here is one that i wrote that really touches me thats why i wrote it and one day i may share my innermost poem with u about my best friend dying of aids but that one is painful for me but here is one about 9/11 i wrote.

I Said a Prayer for U.S. Today
I said a prayer for U.S. today
As I watched the death toll rise
For all our friends and families
Husbands, children and wives.

I said a prayer for U.S. today
To overcome our fears
For peace and love and comfort
To help and dry our tears.

I said a prayer for U.S. today
For those who died in vain
The police officers, firefighters and civilians,
And others that were slain.

I said a prayer for U.S. today
A country proud and tall
For all of our countrymen, military and leaders
For Liberty and Justice for all.

Valorie Eileen Furman

Just call me BETH

“My Favorite Aunt”

Since: Dec 08

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#17 Mar 29, 2009
You gave me chills. They are beautiful.

I to lost someone dear. My daughterto a brain tumor, she was 6 1/2. I will share them also. Seems like it is good to share loss. Everyone at some point deals with it.

I am no stranger to death or aids. I have 2 gay bros. My mom lost her best friend to aids. Sometimes when I read that type of material I cry my eyes out. It is a good cry though....Because I remember them. Also I cry for others. Thank You for sharing !!!!

Just call me BETH

“My Favorite Aunt”

Since: Dec 08

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#18 Mar 29, 2009
Broken

Broken windows

Glass breaking

painful the light

shining down

on spaces unknown

not familiar

blanket of hope

blanket of pain

putting the pieces together

impossible

broken you fall

broken you rise

broken you hide

“Winchester Model 1894”

Since: Apr 07

Roy, Washington

#19 Mar 29, 2009
I wrote this to my fiance in 2004

SPIRITS ©

M. P. Martin

I feel your soft lips pressing mine,
our eager tongues, like vines entwine
Our heated bodies, locked in love,
beneath the silent sky above.

Our passion knows no earthly bounds
and dances to the heavenly sounds
of angels playing to our love
beneath the silent sky above.

Breathe deep our fragrant, lovers scent
While basking in the moments spent,
and gaze into your eyes of love
beneath the silent sky above.

Just call me BETH

“My Favorite Aunt”

Since: Dec 08

Location hidden

#20 Mar 29, 2009
MPMARTIN wrote:
I wrote this to my fiance in 2004
SPIRITS ©
M. P. Martin
I feel your soft lips pressing mine,
our eager tongues, like vines entwine
Our heated bodies, locked in love,
beneath the silent sky above.
Our passion knows no earthly bounds
and dances to the heavenly sounds
of angels playing to our love
beneath the silent sky above.
Breathe deep our fragrant, lovers scent
While basking in the moments spent,
and gaze into your eyes of love
beneath the silent sky above.
Again that is beautiful. I think you speak my language. I hope all is good tonight. I am listening to music. I do not have to work tomarrow.

Just call me BETH

“My Favorite Aunt”

Since: Dec 08

Location hidden

#22 Apr 3, 2009
I feel your body to far away

come here....closer

let me take your clothes off

one by one, I kiss each part of you revealed

lay down...I want to see your pants come off

revealing your hardness, your swelling cock

let me breate you while I remove you

piece by piece...you smell so good

kiss me now that you have nothing on

rubbing my wet self on you

come here, my hair falls over your face

kiss me, tongue me

whisper to me what you want

this lady is yours , my skin is yours

touching you is getting us in a bad place

give me what you got, I want it

tell me you want me too

own me.....control me

licking me, licking you

there is no stopping this

fever hot intense

make love to me baby

do not stop

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