Post your favorite poem you've written

[Diemen]

I've been looking through my past poems recently, and I keep coming back to one that I just like more than the others. Something about the way it makes me feel just grabs me. So I thought it might be a good idea to have a thread where everyone shares their favorite poem they've written. And if you'd like, tell us how the poem came to be. I know we've got the talent here, let's have it!

Someone Else
I dreamt of someone else last night
It came as a surprise
That someone else was occupying my mind
She's not quite as beautiful
Nor quite as captivating
And yet she captured my attention.

Something about her escaped description
Something familiar I couldn't quite place
Something in her eyes I hadn't seen in waking
But something I knew I had seen before

We walked a while down a quiet path
Sharing a wordless conversation
And every time I turned to look
That something familiar grew more distinct
Her hair had changed
And her smile had broadened
And her eyes seemed less and less her own

As our walk drew to a close I turned once more
Only to be stunned by the sight
This someone else with a growing familiarity
Had transformed so completely -
The one left holding my hand
Gently smiling with those unmistakeable eyes
Was you

I actually had this dream a little while after breaking up with a girlfriend, and for once I was actually able to have the words on the screen match the thoughts in my head.

Next!

 

[AcrobatMan]

dont know.. may be this one


DUMB MONKEY IN A ZOO
---------------------------------------
no staring pretty girls
not looking at others wives
no waiting for emails
not getting surprised
no matter what
not showing who you are
no more vomiting after
doing things you dont want to do
no more faking
no more saying i love you
coffee no more than
two cups a day
eating eggs without yolk
doing yoga regularly
pumping irons
five days a week
waking before 1 pm
on weekends
being loyal to your country
informing police of anything suspicious
but not pressing panic button too often
being calm ,cool
appearing sane when
amongst people
being insane when alone
no more talking
when no ones around
no more seeing people
that are not present
shaving beard
at regular intervals
no more breaking promises
making no further promises
not succumbing to blackmails
emotional or otherwise
being ethical in all dealings
always professional at office
no more laughing at poor jokes
admiring appreciating good music
always telling the truth
even when it sinks everything
being happy
always smiling
like a dumb monkey
in a zoo with a banana in hand

 

[Bonochick]

I've actually liked this one as of late...just really relevant to me right now.

"Silent Song"

I fell back into your arms
They dissolved under the weight
Of my emptiness

Crashing to the ground
I found no comfort in the words
You had said to me

Your voice keeps on playing
In the stereo of my mind
With blown speakers

Time to turn it off
Throw away that homemade tape
You made in my room

But you are not gone
My body still shivers from
Your persuasive touch

My weakness is your strength
You will always have me close
With just a loose grip

Because I will not stray far
I have nowhere else of interest
To venture off to

Forever yours
Never mine

 

[Cute Irish Bono]

One I really like from mine is called "Are Angels Really Around Me?"
I really liuke the bittersweet ones.
It goes like this...

I'm far from being free
And I am really in danger
So God please help me

My soul is not cold
And I've done my best
But now chains I hold

God I am getting weak
Are you listening to me?
My days are getting bleak

Angels are around me
Is that really true God?
That angels surround me

I don't know if this my favorite one, but I really like how is ends with hope in a way.

 

[Cute Irish Bono]

dont know.. may be this one


DUMB MONKEY IN A ZOO
---------------------------------------
no staring pretty girls
not looking at others wives
no waiting for emails
not getting surprised
no matter what
not showing who you are
no more vomiting after
doing things you dont want to do
no more faking
no more saying i love you
coffee no more than
two cups a day
eating eggs without yolk
doing yoga regularly
pumping irons
five days a week
waking before 1 pm
on weekends
being loyal to your country
informing police of anything suspicious
but not pressing panic button too often
being calm ,cool
appearing sane when
amongst people
being insane when alone
no more talking
when no ones around
no more seeing people
that are not present
shaving beard
at regular intervals
no more breaking promises
making no further promises
not succumbing to blackmails
emotional or otherwise
being ethical in all dealings
always professional at office
no more laughing at poor jokes
admiring appreciating good music
always telling the truth
even when it sinks everything
being happy
always smiling
like a dumb monkey
in a zoo with a banana in hand

Cute I really like it.

 

[Cute Irish Bono]

I really like the other 2, too.

 

[Caroni]

I lost all I wrote when I moved, so, I am writing something now I hope you like but I don´t think some of you will undarstand

Si dijera que lo siento sería mentira, en ocaciones me arrepiento

sabes que lo hice, no lo puedo ocultar, trate de esconderlo bajo las piedras pero la verdad brilla como el sol en días de verano, y traté de ocultarlo bajo el mar pero ni su inmensidad ni el azabache de sus fondos cubrieron ese negro sentimiento.

Sabes que no puedes ocultarte de tu peor verdugo, ese que te sigue día y noche, el que vive en tu mente, el que te ayuda y destruye desde adentro.

No soporto ver la lluvia que cae de tu cara, ni la furia del volcan que se desata ni la melancolía del atardecer, el mundo está en tu ser.

Si te hubiera visto como te veo ahora, no habría pecado ni arrepentimiento

Creo que ahora si, lo siento, desearía haber sido fuerte y no haber pecado , fui y soy debil humana que naufraga en un desierto de errores y defectos en la aridez del alma

Tu eras mi perfección

Decir lo siento no calmará tu volcan ni cambiará melancolía por alegría , soy tan imperfecta que sólo necesito decirlo para calmar las voces que dicen estás mal, no debiste y sólo por eso

Sólo por eso
Sólo y unicamente por eso

No te daré un hipócrita lo siento.

Thanks

 

[lost poet]

AcrobatMan, I really like yours. What not to be if you can help it. Said simply and without any pretension.

My own favourite, oh that's hard. "I am your sunlight", which I posted the other day, is definitely in the top ten. Then there's this one:

My Brother Is Dead

I am unbreakable.
I am built of crystals of words
and I am unshakable.
I am made of modern metal
and I am unbendable.
I am sheathed in thin Teflon.
Nothing sticks.

You are broken.
You were made of small twigs
and now you are broken.
You were struck and shattered.
You are unmendable.
You are sheathed in thick earth.
Nothing sticks.

Copyright 1992 lost poet
First published in "The West Australian" 26 June 1993

 

[ShellBeThere]

i won't read it it;s crap. you're crap. this is crap. what a waster of fucking time. anger is sooo hot.

 

[Bonochick]

i won't read it it;s crap. you're crap. this is crap. what a waster of fucking time. anger is sooo hot.

Comments like that are not welcome here. Treat others with respect, please.

 

[carrieluvv]

maybe that was she'll be there's poem.

 

[my_kite]

I lost all I wrote when I moved, so, I am writing something now I hope you like but I don´t think some of you will undarstand



Thanks

Oh...I did understand!! You are from Venezuela?? AWWWW cus..I live in Portugal, but I was born in Venezuela...! ANd I wish I could have mor memories from that place!!

 

[my_kite]

Well...this is one of my fav

Refugee

Trapped in a journey
Caught in a place
Locked in the steal chain
Time can’t erase

Loose desperation
Stillness of heart
Looks like and ending
More then a start

I must be a refugee
To loose myself and find me weak
And while I crawl beneath the dust
Away from jealousy and lust
My reflection in the sea
A dirty face below the tree
I see myself a refugee

Run trough the fields
Hurting my chest
Bitter surrender
Arms on the rest

Loneliness’ heavy
Harms like a drug
Burns like a fire
Sent from above

I can fight with all I’ve got
Pretend I’m strong, when I am not
But I can’t hide what’s left inside

 

[lost poet]

maybe that was she'll be there's poem.

Well maybe. But it doesn't say "Here is my poem" or whatever to indicate that it is a poem rather than just a random act of madness.

If it is a poem, I think it could use some work!

Whatever.

lost poet
Poems at http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity

 

[RockNRollDawgie]

Cow Decided

Cow decided climb a tree
Boy that cow did skin its knee.

Cow decided fly a plane.
Boy that cow it am insane.

Cow decided to pilot a boat.
Boy that cow it did not float.

Cow decided to go moo moo
Boy that cow it am coo coo.

.........the end,

 

[PennyPyro]

nice poem rocknrolldawgie, very funny!

my favorite is too long to post, well, i dont have it on my computer anyway.
but here's one:

The airy chance
That the soft cloud
Will feed the lark
An almond seed

America’s angel
Ringlets in the Atlantic

The little spade,
The little doe, a jewel of blue—
Goodness and bounty grow on the sprig.

The gift is open,
the frank kitten
already beyond delight

On Sunday, gilded,
She
Held the fabric to the candle.

The flower, the little
Flower, the
Strawberry flatcake here.

In olden times—
Never in January—
A token for the pretty twin.

On the ancient flute, the vocabulary;
The little book;
The oriole in the light of the moon

In May, the house on Tuesday,
The tide; the tiger cat in chestnut
Stalks the seagull.

“The sweet clover,
the wild cherry, the yellow plum!”—
the sparrow’s music.

In the snow, the compacted snow,
A nest of young birds
In the park.

To please an apple, a gallant queen:
The shore, the rock a
Reddish-brown ribbon.

The juniper tree
Smells saffron
This season

On Saturday:
A starling
In the satiny sky.

The round cake took a sojourn
For a week. The sun at its summit;
A dream.

The earth’s a tulip—
Velvety, victory true,
Tendrils of a gypsy.

Slowly, gently,
The teacher at dawn
Takes a risk.

The light breeze a cheerful,
Merry soul, rising
Up at the year’s time

An eagle, slate, in the air—
The gentle breeze
Of the dawn.

The berries by the bay;
The governess leaps beautifully:
Wellborn, generous, white.

Blue,
The spirit of animation’s
Cadence in the cove.

The gold dust of passage
On the reed
Caresses the sky.

A dove’s chorus at the dance;
A dolphin at a feast;
The good woman is a clever girl!

Wealth and abundance in the dunes:
Choice for the elite;
An ivy ellipse.

The inventor of the lighthouse
Had faith in flame:
A proud flower on the fringe.

Mulberries, like twin sisters:
Jewels in the jade leaves.
A young girl graces the laurel tree.

The lavender lilac;
White as a lily in her neatness,
The moon.

In May, the hand grasps
A Morello cherry:
Maroon, supreme!

The pencil is a woodlark
Aimed at the
Wonderful mirage.

The black snowfall:
On the snows of Holland,
A shadow.

The waves for an hour
On Easter
In the native land.

The pearl on the first seashore,
A stream,
A roan horse in the sand.

Ascending the stairs:
The lilac, the little
Star, the small squirrel.

The earth’s lace:
Skill, cleverness,
And bravery.

The little valley of destiny,
Truth’s way;
A violet life in a cradle.

Wings of the dawn,
Gaiety in the wings
Of the lark, who rises.

A poppy in the
Ring of dawn,
Under the hazel tree.

The bay of berries:
Again, the white energy.
A chain in the cove.

The cinnamon
Caress, a cedar
Horsewoman.

Under the sky, under a hill,
An empty shell,
Courtesy of the cross.

In the day, the star
Becomes a flower;
Romantic hero of the galaxy.

A wish poised,
Like a seagull,
On the Indian island.

The soap pony,
Hyacinth and jasmine—
Jewels of joy!

A lake of loyal
Linen: praise for canvas
Where the moon sheds her light.

Nice skill in the tide;
The nuance of a cheek:
A sight!

A wave on the shore,
A pigeon’s pearl
In the villa of a queen.

The reindeer, a ruby,
A wise seed,
Carving the aunt.

Country chalk,
The appearance of dishes.
A weather vane in a fertile plain.

An evening of happiness:
Luck and life,
In a sapphire.

 

[Cute Irish Bono]

Great, PennyPyro!

 

[SkeeK]

This one needs some work, but it is prolly my fav of the relatively limited number of poems I have written..

It's a sort of non-rhyming pseudosonnet. And it is untitled.

We slide into a thousand failing pretences,
Our carefully moulded masks of lingering cheer.
And when we meet we will not talk of troubles:
Our easy words will flit, moth-like and carelessly
From trifling tails to paltry parody
And then perhaps entirely disappear
As the heady feel of your longing touch
Compromises language's integrity.

And in silence, jest, or delicate embrace
The swarms of urgent uncertainties
Are swept away by convenience.

Through denial of quarrel or discord
These pretences of happiness remain.
Or are those pestering wasps so easily ignored
Because their consequence is shadowed
By the resolve of our own tenacious feelings for each other?


Aand what the heck a bonus one that is less than 3 years old.

The race.
The blur rides down into us.
Artificial beams of yellow light dimly guide our progress
Giving us awareness only of that which is definite, concrete and directly in front.
On the side and all around the clouds of a thousand skies and the tears in a thousand eyes whip past unnoticed.
And the rear red light will not shine brightly enough to reveal our past and its implications.
It will merely warn others not to follow.