Feedback always welcome... **A poem of simple expression**
For my soul has grown heavy with the burdens I bear, I have contained and controlled one to many a flare. To release them may be what I need but it is a scare, For anger and vengeance are feelings inside there.
I fear those escaping the most of my burdens all, for they are the strongest and meanest behind my wall. Their force is unthinkable and has the fiercest call, but under their weight I feel myself beginning to fall.
I shout to the heavens with my head turned to the sky, wanting the freedom of a life that on wings does fly. Like over filled clouds, tears begin to escape my eye, release has been granted me safely now, I take it, I cry.
**Unseen Death A poem of loss**
What is the loss of but one mans dream it’s not a death by more then him seen But does it leave a mark when it flies seen by those who look inside his eyes
Does a heart beat one time less or not when the hope once held must be forgot Does a shadow cross the light he had casting a darkened emotion of being sad
Will anyone who knew the dream lost know how he feels and what it cost What of those who never knew of it will they notice something doesn’t fit
Will any concern be granted or shared Will it be missed by anyone who cared or is the dreamer alone in the feeling silently broken, defeated, and reeling
If his dream was one of love expressed will the one he has it for be distressed or will their lack of his dream returned protect them from the feelings burned
Perhaps some dreams are doomed to die those dreaming them not seeing the lie that the dream they thought was shared is no longer in the other one who cared
A heart beat slows, a light grows dim for the dream has passed away from him his eyes stopped shining no light remains his step now heavier with sorrows chains
He tries to look at what now lays ahead but inside he feels as though already dead life now left for him he must live alone how can he face a future that’s so unknown
with no more hope for love to ever feel he must simply lock away and now seal that dream he had long held and sought now he knows it was never by him caught
The last one above written the day after being told I was no longer loved by my ex-wife, hence the seemingly raw emotional content of it. :)
Just a couple older ones to get the thread started. As I mentioned above feedback is always welcome.
Within the ranks of the living are those who are not yet dead but walk amongst mankind much like spirits, easily overlooked, and often forgotten when seen, they are... The Shadow Walkers
Beside you in the sun have I walked Together we have often just talked. Though a step behind is where I stand Know always I am there to lend a hand.
It is not a place you have forced me No, it is the place I have chosen to be I am not a seeker of attention or fame I enjoy being a shadow in your flame.
For seeing you shining so very bright Is better for me then any spotlight Your dreams will I try to fill for you Doing all I can to make each come true
I am not known by people very well To many my life seems like a hell Some do not understand why I care They think life has been to me unfair
What they fail to understand you see Is that my life is wonderful for me A joyous peace and freedom it brings To be the wind beneath your wings
Beside you in the sun have I walked Together we have often just talked. Though a step behind is where I stand Know always I am there to lend a hand.
Though in your shadow I choose to be I hope for you I am a pleasant memory All of those I have been lucky to know With me will their memory always go
A walker of the shadows is my way Trying to give others a peaceful day Easily forgotten and even seldom seen It is just the way that I've always been
I share these thoughts not for pity Nor do I share them to garner envy They are so others will understand I just like being your life's stage hand Dedicated to all those who, like me, consider themselves to be, shadow walkers.
Bravo!I loved reading your words.. very heart felt and very well put together.. Your one poem about lost love is eerily similar to one I wrote called "The Maze"
I hope that you will post more of your work soon.. Alot of good words stem from those who have led a hard knock life, and travelled many a bumpy road..
Thank you very much, I am glad you enjoyed reading them. You have very much sparked my interest now and I would love to read "The Maze" if you would be willing to share it? I will indeed post some more... hmm in fact I will go and grab one now to add...
**Emotional Gardens**
In every soul there is a place in which emotions grow there to be tended by those in whom the emotions flow. As with the flowers of the world nourishing is needed, and to the tender of the garden each feeling is heeded.
The blossom of fear, its deep purple color tinting the shade, grows in shadows where tricks of light are often played. When ignored by the tender the blossom of fear expands, one day springing forth unbidden by the tender s hands.
But the flower of fear when cared for and kept in its place, fills the shadows with excitement, wonder, and even grace.
The blossoms of joy, vivid whites and yellow abound, in every niche` of every garden are they easily found. For they spread, mingle, and flourish, with wild array, even through the thickest of other flowers in their way.
Yes the flower of joy, within every garden will find a place, flourishing in both the shadow and light with elegant grace.
The blossoms of wonder also spread in the garden of mind, each bloom completely different, individual, one of a kind. Their petals un-spread, in tight buds they remain concealed, but when picked from the vine they open, beauty's revealed.
The flower of wonder, sometimes hidden within its place, shares with us only after we seek it, the glory of it's grace.
The golden blossom of sorrow also in each garden takes hold, in unknown numbers, sizes, and places do their colors unfold. But the bloom is meant to be returned to the garden's ground, feeding the roots of the garden is when it's beauty is found.
The petals of sorrow often seem to be in the wrong place, but more times then not that's where we need their grace.
Each garden that grows in world or mind faces the seasons, times when things alter and change with or without any reasons. Sometimes the changes come early and other times their late, each should be guarded though for jealousy, envy, and hate.
In times of change is when weeds often tend to find their place, and though they can destroy they too can have a certain grace. Within each of us a hidden garden is tended and always grows, every day of our lives we tend it and through us its beauty flows.
Everyone we meet in some small part serves what the garden needed, but we should always be aware of what part of the need we heeded.
The blossom of love is never alone, you see on each plant it is found, it grows on the vines, the stalks, and the trunks and even in the ground. For without the gardens rich soil and many plants, we tend from above, we would never truly know or even comprehend the depth of true love.
The blossoms of love, deep red and full shaped have no single place, their beauty is everywhere and is what gives the others their grace. So it is to you to tend your garden daily for the flowers that it grows care for it well and through you the beauty, and the love, of it flows. Again thank you for the kind words, take care, me
Well I am not sure about posting my poems on a public forum.. never really thought about doing that before.. hmm.. I will have to ponder that one..
I like the one you just posted best I think.. Have you ever been published.. You don't have to answer that, I am just curious.. and thanks again for sharing..
No worries on posting publicly or not, I would welcome a private reading of it just as much, take your time to consider. I have not been professionally published no, but I am working toward that end and will hopefully soon be launching my own website in which I will offer some of my other writing including short stories and various other types.
It is something for which I have always had a passion yet have only in the past couple of years begun to explore more publically so to speak. So I have a great many things written already but most of them have either never been read by others or only read by family, with a couple exceptions being one that was included in a letter to the editor of a small paper, and one that was in a school paper many years ago.
Thank you for the comment on the most recent addition it is another of my favorites followed closely by this one, which is basically homeage to parents who tended their childrens "Emotional Gardens"...
**A Gardeners Reflection**
Upon the soft petals of the potted red rose, the tender love and care given softly glows. To all those who view this flowers deep beauty, no thought is given to the gardeners past duty.
Instead they will see, only natures sweet graces, their souls absorb it from visual embraces. Praising the glory of a flowers blessed love fed to it daily from a soiled and worn glove.
A glove on a hand so callused and ever sore, a hand that gives whatever it can and more. What it took to be we may not remember, the love that was given we seldom consider.
But from time to time we really need to reflect, on the one who cared and never did neglect. For it was their love from seedling to blossom, that radiates from the flowers light so awesome.
Without the love they selflessly gave for so long, the petals and leaves would not be very strong. Remember the gardener whose caring was driven, they deserve to get back as much as they’ve given.
A dreamer in the misted night of time, wondering if life will once again rhyme. For a heart that beats only in one tone, is a song with out a chorus, sung alone.
See love brings a harmony to that sound, a rhythm that nowhere else can be found. The rise and fall of drums that ring true, should be how your heart sounds to you.
If you hear the melody and enjoy the tune, you may even swear your roping the moon. If the sound you hear is by others unheard, please never think you are being absurd.
For some you may find will not hear the rhyme, for them, and for you, love has a different time. Keep your beat pounding no matter how alone, someday you'll find the the right harmonic tone.
For the love of my life I have yet to meet, eight others before you gave my heart heat. But I would tell you this so that you know, love they let me give them still does grow.
Yet for me they may no longer feel the same, but each love I have, gives me no shame. For you see all those loves combine in me, so that whomever my heart next does see,
will acquire that love which now flows out, and it will all come to you with no doubt. For love is not an emotion I control at all, I keep it not behind any kind of hidden wall.
So when at last we find each other someday, know all the love I have, will come your way. I may not have much else to give you though, but wherever you would lead me I would go.
Yet not as a follower of your commands alone, see I would also wish to be your rock, your stone. So watch for me and maybe your heart will be, in tune with what my heart always sings to me.
QuietStormF: You've been busy.. Now I don't know which is my favorite.. Hell.. I like them all.. Always a pleasure to read your words.. I like your style lol
Thank you very much, sorry for the delay in responding I didn't notice this had been replied to yesterday when I was online. I don't like bumping my own thread so when it falls I figure it was done being read and don't check it very often after that.
Anyway Since you were so kind as to leave me such a nice note on it I'll add another today that I wrote for a friend of mine several years ago after she had been hurt long enough in the world and decided to try another venue, so this was inspired by a note she left...
I am not ok, time goes on and passes me each day, My heart grows hollow and my mind is slipping away. Love pours out from me given freely to any who takes I used to think it limitless this love my heart makes
but my heart now begins to empty of love I fear today I no longer feel as though I am found dear Alone in life unless specific needs I might fill I continue to reach out but my fingers touch nill
The further I reach the more alone I certainly feel and even if I withdraw it seems to not be a big deal I am not made for a life so isolated and solitary I feel myself becoming lost and this I find scary
Not only do these feelings come from love unfound they seem to me to come from everyone around Am I so unlovable or annoying that I am hated do I just seem to needy or emotionally weighted
Am I so complex that no one can or will understand all I really need is to just be able to hold a hand not for very long but just to feel a touch today instead of feeling like I am just always in the way
How short time can feel when some things show so very fast do things like time for life seem to go Tomorrow will come and then will it simply be gone but how many times will be left to see a new dawn
a death that occurs without it by anyone known happens every day by those who feel so alone not all are trying to find a release of the sorrow some just run-out of what we all call tomorrow
When my day yet to come does not start for me maybe to at least by one I am remembered to be someone that knew how special they still are and that to me their soul shined like a star
For I never wish to give to any the sorrow I feel I hope in some way knowing me was a good deal perhaps in a new life when this time comes to an end I will meet someone who wants more then just a friend.
***
I hope you have found one J. and yes it was a good deal.
*Thank you again for taking the time to read and respond to my poems QuietStorm I'm honored. me
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BRAVO SHEDMAN , YOUR STYLE OF WRITING IS GREAT AND HAVE DEEP MEANING , U R HIGH CULTURED POET , THANKS FOR ALL UR SWEET SHARES HERE AND REALLY HOPE U BEST WISHES
Your poems are so deep and personal, a joy to read
I am here But only what you see I am woman hidden Seen but invisible The hurt, pain, anger Are all hidden I am what you want me to be Woman hidden, seen but invisible
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**A poem of simple expression**
For my soul has grown heavy with the burdens I bear,
I have contained and controlled one to many a flare.
To release them may be what I need but it is a scare,
For anger and vengeance are feelings inside there.
I fear those escaping the most of my burdens all,
for they are the strongest and meanest behind my wall.
Their force is unthinkable and has the fiercest call,
but under their weight I feel myself beginning to fall.
I shout to the heavens with my head turned to the sky,
wanting the freedom of a life that on wings does fly.
Like over filled clouds, tears begin to escape my eye,
release has been granted me safely now, I take it, I cry.
**Unseen Death A poem of loss**
What is the loss of but one mans dream
it’s not a death by more then him seen
But does it leave a mark when it flies
seen by those who look inside his eyes
Does a heart beat one time less or not
when the hope once held must be forgot
Does a shadow cross the light he had
casting a darkened emotion of being sad
Will anyone who knew the dream lost
know how he feels and what it cost
What of those who never knew of it
will they notice something doesn’t fit
Will any concern be granted or shared
Will it be missed by anyone who cared
or is the dreamer alone in the feeling
silently broken, defeated, and reeling
If his dream was one of love expressed
will the one he has it for be distressed
or will their lack of his dream returned
protect them from the feelings burned
Perhaps some dreams are doomed to die
those dreaming them not seeing the lie
that the dream they thought was shared
is no longer in the other one who cared
A heart beat slows, a light grows dim
for the dream has passed away from him
his eyes stopped shining no light remains
his step now heavier with sorrows chains
He tries to look at what now lays ahead
but inside he feels as though already dead
life now left for him he must live alone
how can he face a future that’s so unknown
with no more hope for love to ever feel
he must simply lock away and now seal
that dream he had long held and sought
now he knows it was never by him caught
The last one above written the day after being told I was no longer loved by my ex-wife, hence the seemingly raw emotional content of it. :)
Just a couple older ones to get the thread started. As I mentioned above feedback is always welcome.
Take care all,
me