Poems from the dump (41)
Wow!
I cried last nite
for my scotch bottle
runth out.
god I hope I never get this depressed!
for my scotch bottle
runth out.
god I hope I never get this depressed!
I need a new job
or maybe i should just shut my gob
then i would never be in trouble
and would get more work done maybe double.
But instead i say I dont agree
about the way you are treating me
So i click on the button that takes me to SEEK
and type my search for a new job faster than any computer geek
Then comes back the reply 'Thank you for your application'
We are in the process of considering this for your placation.
Now i feel as if i am making a bad decision
Christ i wont be eligible for sick leave when i have my operation?
So now i have a moral dilemma?
keep looking for a new job and up that job search antenna
or stay with the same old crap each day
But ultimately at what cost will i enevitably pay
So here i am confused yet again
I am unsure what to do so staying is easier than
taking a plunge and finding something better
I dont know as i screw up the interview date and time letter....
Its 8.00am and its ground hog day
God one day help me escape and find something with better pay
A job that i love and enjoy and want to do
and get me out of this workplace blue...
or maybe i should just shut my gob
then i would never be in trouble
and would get more work done maybe double.
But instead i say I dont agree
about the way you are treating me
So i click on the button that takes me to SEEK
and type my search for a new job faster than any computer geek
Then comes back the reply 'Thank you for your application'
We are in the process of considering this for your placation.
Now i feel as if i am making a bad decision
Christ i wont be eligible for sick leave when i have my operation?
So now i have a moral dilemma?
keep looking for a new job and up that job search antenna
or stay with the same old crap each day
But ultimately at what cost will i enevitably pay
So here i am confused yet again
I am unsure what to do so staying is easier than
taking a plunge and finding something better
I dont know as i screw up the interview date and time letter....
Its 8.00am and its ground hog day
God one day help me escape and find something with better pay
A job that i love and enjoy and want to do
and get me out of this workplace blue...
^^good one Karen!!! keep writing...you have talent!
"My man"
Your voice, like velvet, envelops my soul
your words touching my heart
I want to feel your fingers
running down my arms
I want to feel your lips with mine
freeze time and space for a night
together, never forgotten
your touch burning my skin
Lost in this moment, there is only us
the world recedes and ebbs
the tides stop, the moon glows
melting into you, is me
We are joined, our bodies are one
the waves crash around us
a joining of soul and heart
a moment of ecstasy and touch
I lay beside you this night
wrapped in your arms, warm
safe, your breath soft on my skin
we whisper in the darkess
Dreamlike, but you are real
your touch sets me on fire
I lay with you, not daring to move
I don't want this to ever end
You have touched my soul
You have felt my skin
You have joined with me
And I dare to dream once more.......
"My man"
Your voice, like velvet, envelops my soul
your words touching my heart
I want to feel your fingers
running down my arms
I want to feel your lips with mine
freeze time and space for a night
together, never forgotten
your touch burning my skin
Lost in this moment, there is only us
the world recedes and ebbs
the tides stop, the moon glows
melting into you, is me
We are joined, our bodies are one
the waves crash around us
a joining of soul and heart
a moment of ecstasy and touch
I lay beside you this night
wrapped in your arms, warm
safe, your breath soft on my skin
we whisper in the darkess
Dreamlike, but you are real
your touch sets me on fire
I lay with you, not daring to move
I don't want this to ever end
You have touched my soul
You have felt my skin
You have joined with me
And I dare to dream once more.......
Awesome Purps & Kaz - you guys are gifted!
Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for sharing!
Thamk you Annie - 
I love to write....
Another from my cave....
I close my eyes and, Oh! I can see you, feel you
your sadness echoes inside my soul
the loss almost too much for you to bear
How will you go on tomorrow, next week?
I wish I could ease your hurting heart
calm the grief I feel rising inside you
I can feel the tears rising in your throat
I would give anything to wipe them from your cheek
Miles may seperate us, but the words we have spoken
are resting in my hands, my ears have heard the whispers
of the things you can't say, I can feel them in your softness
the echoes of the past, present and future ringing like a bell
To speak of it will overwhelm, so strong it would rise
choking the tears back, I can feel your heavy heart
beating its love to the two who are your world
the finality hitting hard and fast of choices made
Your silence, I understand, I can feel your pain
I know of the dark place you see?
the silence, the walls, the depth of where you go
And I sigh...my old soul knowing...wanting to ease it all....
guide you towards the light....
But I know that it is the part of your journey
that you have to make, but a gift I give to you....
An angel who you can call on when you need her
and that she just, knows....and will touch your soul...and your heart.....
I love to write....
Another from my cave....
I close my eyes and, Oh! I can see you, feel you
your sadness echoes inside my soul
the loss almost too much for you to bear
How will you go on tomorrow, next week?
I wish I could ease your hurting heart
calm the grief I feel rising inside you
I can feel the tears rising in your throat
I would give anything to wipe them from your cheek
Miles may seperate us, but the words we have spoken
are resting in my hands, my ears have heard the whispers
of the things you can't say, I can feel them in your softness
the echoes of the past, present and future ringing like a bell
To speak of it will overwhelm, so strong it would rise
choking the tears back, I can feel your heavy heart
beating its love to the two who are your world
the finality hitting hard and fast of choices made
Your silence, I understand, I can feel your pain
I know of the dark place you see?
the silence, the walls, the depth of where you go
And I sigh...my old soul knowing...wanting to ease it all....
guide you towards the light....
But I know that it is the part of your journey
that you have to make, but a gift I give to you....
An angel who you can call on when you need her
and that she just, knows....and will touch your soul...and your heart.....
Gorgeous Purple.... have you considered putting your poetry in a book form - very special sentiments, very moving - just beautiful!
after reading what you have written I definatly retract my first input to this thread what you wrote was deep meaningful and beautiful you do have a gift with words, I only wish I had your command and way with words. a lot of people write words but you bring them to life and meaning well done 
A hole in the ground
A scar in the land
A eyesore no one wants to see
What do we do, how can we help.
A trailer, a truck, a bus and a car.
one by one they come as they are.
They spew out there waste
spill there debris
A doll and a bike an old washing machine
Branches and clippings and yesterdays tea.
And Magazines the wife don't like to see.
A cornocopia of wonders for someone maybe.
To recycle I say why
I want to hide this scar in the land.
It takes time to sort the junk
Lets just dump it and run.
The dump A playground of discovery
A zoological paradise
A foodcourt for the less fussy
An Inventors toolbox of accessories.
The scar is sealed The hole filled
But is the land any better.
On the surface we build
Is it any prettier.
A scar in the land
A eyesore no one wants to see
What do we do, how can we help.
A trailer, a truck, a bus and a car.
one by one they come as they are.
They spew out there waste
spill there debris
A doll and a bike an old washing machine
Branches and clippings and yesterdays tea.
And Magazines the wife don't like to see.
A cornocopia of wonders for someone maybe.
To recycle I say why
I want to hide this scar in the land.
It takes time to sort the junk
Lets just dump it and run.
The dump A playground of discovery
A zoological paradise
A foodcourt for the less fussy
An Inventors toolbox of accessories.
The scar is sealed The hole filled
But is the land any better.
On the surface we build
Is it any prettier.
Thanks to Lou, Annie and seadrift for your kind words...
I have been saving poems for a few years now Annie, in a file on my pc...lol...one day when I am brave enough I may publish? I have written a few good ones lately and am thinking of submitting a couple in online comps to see how they go?...
Karen - keep writing!!! The more you write the better you get. I started when I was in a dark time of my life to get some not good feelings out? I loved you poem - yes! the frustrations of looking for work!
Dragon - very good!!! The point of poetry for me is being able to get others to see the things or feelings you are writing about - I could see the dump.....
Another of mine...
~The gift and the mask~
Is it a blessing or a curse?
When you can feel others' souls
the things they try to hide behind their masks
as they wend through their lives smiling
Most days I can hide this "gift",
no-one can tell I know...their inner thoughts
I don't reveal it to them, wearing a mask of my own
able to absorb the fear, the wondering, the sadness
Shhh! warns my mask..never tell them
constantly whispering in my ear
like crickets in my head, warning me
like a static, buzzing, white noise
They will run if they know, it whispers
like all the others before them
It scares them - you know it - you see too much
of what they hide from the world, from themselves
Silence your "gift", shun it, it makes you different
in this world, where sheep are valued, welcomed
where your sheep mask allows you to conform
so they can't see who you really are, really feel
Run to the places where old souls gather
the ones who celebrate your "gift"
nurture, enhance it, you can remove your mask
becoming the etheral one, no longer a sheep
The place where wraiths abound
souls who see the same as you
whisps of white and whispering stops
we converse in joyful, sorrowful voices
Here in this corner of the pond
the similar souls join and dance
renewing their energy to replace their masks
rejoin the sheep, and hear the whispers again......
I have been saving poems for a few years now Annie, in a file on my pc...lol...one day when I am brave enough I may publish? I have written a few good ones lately and am thinking of submitting a couple in online comps to see how they go?...
Karen - keep writing!!! The more you write the better you get. I started when I was in a dark time of my life to get some not good feelings out? I loved you poem - yes! the frustrations of looking for work!
Dragon - very good!!! The point of poetry for me is being able to get others to see the things or feelings you are writing about - I could see the dump.....
Another of mine...
~The gift and the mask~
Is it a blessing or a curse?
When you can feel others' souls
the things they try to hide behind their masks
as they wend through their lives smiling
Most days I can hide this "gift",
no-one can tell I know...their inner thoughts
I don't reveal it to them, wearing a mask of my own
able to absorb the fear, the wondering, the sadness
Shhh! warns my mask..never tell them
constantly whispering in my ear
like crickets in my head, warning me
like a static, buzzing, white noise
They will run if they know, it whispers
like all the others before them
It scares them - you know it - you see too much
of what they hide from the world, from themselves
Silence your "gift", shun it, it makes you different
in this world, where sheep are valued, welcomed
where your sheep mask allows you to conform
so they can't see who you really are, really feel
Run to the places where old souls gather
the ones who celebrate your "gift"
nurture, enhance it, you can remove your mask
becoming the etheral one, no longer a sheep
The place where wraiths abound
souls who see the same as you
whisps of white and whispering stops
we converse in joyful, sorrowful voices
Here in this corner of the pond
the similar souls join and dance
renewing their energy to replace their masks
rejoin the sheep, and hear the whispers again......
Sigh...my heart is heavy tonight so forgive my melancholy....
My soul, healing, no longer bleeding
hears the beauty of your silken words
soft, gentle, whispering in my ear
your flowing words of love
A poem you wrote for me tonight
and the words brought tears to my eyes
tears of happiness, it melted my thawing heart
weaving magic in the lines and you could feel
You read my pain, my despair, my darkness
and I could tell that you could feel me
hear me, understand that we all go there at times
life, leading us to places we sometimes fear
Now I wait to feel your touch
your kiss, your arms around me
I would wait forever for just one day there
And I know that you would too......
My soul, healing, no longer bleeding
hears the beauty of your silken words
soft, gentle, whispering in my ear
your flowing words of love
A poem you wrote for me tonight
and the words brought tears to my eyes
tears of happiness, it melted my thawing heart
weaving magic in the lines and you could feel
You read my pain, my despair, my darkness
and I could tell that you could feel me
hear me, understand that we all go there at times
life, leading us to places we sometimes fear
Now I wait to feel your touch
your kiss, your arms around me
I would wait forever for just one day there
And I know that you would too......
Up until now I have posted previous writings.....
So....this....is my....first...CS...poem....
~Lover~
Lover, I thought you were mine...
you seemed different from the start?
Again I ask myself, where did I go wrong?
So many questions..never answers..
Disappointment, flows through my heart
I believed your words, your wanting me
as I yearned for the things you were saying
your wanting, your laughter, your smile
It is all the same...none are different
I never meant to fall again. Why?
Why do boys sneak under my guard?
I didn't want "nice" again..or "a friend"
Friends - I have many..male too
I want more than that from you
you showed me I could feel again
then you back away..withdraw
Lover...where have you gone?
come back to me again..return
I want to feel that feeling again
you have my heart and I need you...
So....this....is my....first...CS...poem....
~Lover~
Lover, I thought you were mine...
you seemed different from the start?
Again I ask myself, where did I go wrong?
So many questions..never answers..
Disappointment, flows through my heart
I believed your words, your wanting me
as I yearned for the things you were saying
your wanting, your laughter, your smile
It is all the same...none are different
I never meant to fall again. Why?
Why do boys sneak under my guard?
I didn't want "nice" again..or "a friend"
Friends - I have many..male too
I want more than that from you
you showed me I could feel again
then you back away..withdraw
Lover...where have you gone?
come back to me again..return
I want to feel that feeling again
you have my heart and I need you...
~Whispering~
Can you hear them whispering?
They cannot feel what we do..
They are too busy whispering,
trying to contain our souls..
Silence our words and thoughts...
reducing us to ashes and dust..
swept to the edges of the room,
to stay unnoticed, hidden, burned.
Our words will not be buried,
We will rise from the ashes...
softly speaking our thoughts,
gently blending our verses.
Bleeding from whispering wounds...
we will silence those who scream
for their voices will fade and vanish
drowned out in the weaving of love....
Can you hear them whispering?
They cannot feel what we do..
They are too busy whispering,
trying to contain our souls..
Silence our words and thoughts...
reducing us to ashes and dust..
swept to the edges of the room,
to stay unnoticed, hidden, burned.
Our words will not be buried,
We will rise from the ashes...
softly speaking our thoughts,
gently blending our verses.
Bleeding from whispering wounds...
we will silence those who scream
for their voices will fade and vanish
drowned out in the weaving of love....
Thank-you for your lovely words Newbie....
It is always good to see that others can feel what you are trying to say when you write.....some of my earlier ones are when I was going through a difficult time, so a lot are sad but I have begun to write happier ones that I will share soon.
This one was from some time ago...
~Shelter me - be my home~
I put my heart in my pocket
hid it from every eye
but you saw it hiding in there
wooed me with honeyed words
I slowly pulled it out
held it gently in my hands
feelings flowing
and showed it, beating, to you
a soft true heart
gossamer threads of love
streaming from all around it
and gave it to you
I can still feel your kiss
turning my body to fire
your breath on my skin
making me come alive
We share a song, a meal
we laugh, then cry
and you held me close
like you would never let me go
You were my shelter
my lover...my home
and I basked in your warmth
your touch...your smile
But now I walk alone
a hollow shell once more
I hold my heart in my hands again
black and broken
The purple threads of pain
now drip from my fingers
like acid burning my soul
and I am numbed
Shelter me....I have no home.....
It is always good to see that others can feel what you are trying to say when you write.....some of my earlier ones are when I was going through a difficult time, so a lot are sad but I have begun to write happier ones that I will share soon.
This one was from some time ago...
~Shelter me - be my home~
I put my heart in my pocket
hid it from every eye
but you saw it hiding in there
wooed me with honeyed words
I slowly pulled it out
held it gently in my hands
feelings flowing
and showed it, beating, to you
a soft true heart
gossamer threads of love
streaming from all around it
and gave it to you
I can still feel your kiss
turning my body to fire
your breath on my skin
making me come alive
We share a song, a meal
we laugh, then cry
and you held me close
like you would never let me go
You were my shelter
my lover...my home
and I basked in your warmth
your touch...your smile
But now I walk alone
a hollow shell once more
I hold my heart in my hands again
black and broken
The purple threads of pain
now drip from my fingers
like acid burning my soul
and I am numbed
Shelter me....I have no home.....
That doesn't sound like melancholy to me Purple. That sounds more like a hot date and you can't wait for the second. 
Well done dragon - that made tears come to my eyes....
~The Weight~
My shoulders slump, so tired today.
Arms and legs hurt, my heart is heavy.
I am scared to move, scared of what this,
my life, has become...a sigh escapes my lips...
I took it all for granted, the friends, my family..
all afraid to come or call, I push them away,
the weight returns....enveloping my body
and suffocating my soul, leaden cloak around me.
Tears fall softly like salt spray in the wind..
So tired of fighting this life, I want to run
to the ocean, feel the moons beams warmth...
I see her reflection in the water, ripples of a silver ghost.
Most of all I want to feel your touch, your breath..
soft on the back of my neck as you whisper
your strength into my ear, your skin against mine...
Was it all a wonderful dream? My belief that you were mine?
~The Weight~
My shoulders slump, so tired today.
Arms and legs hurt, my heart is heavy.
I am scared to move, scared of what this,
my life, has become...a sigh escapes my lips...
I took it all for granted, the friends, my family..
all afraid to come or call, I push them away,
the weight returns....enveloping my body
and suffocating my soul, leaden cloak around me.
Tears fall softly like salt spray in the wind..
So tired of fighting this life, I want to run
to the ocean, feel the moons beams warmth...
I see her reflection in the water, ripples of a silver ghost.
Most of all I want to feel your touch, your breath..
soft on the back of my neck as you whisper
your strength into my ear, your skin against mine...
Was it all a wonderful dream? My belief that you were mine?
hey purple I think you and dragon should put a book togeather
of your poems, having no talent whatsoever in field I wouldn\t
like to attempt a poem (still working on THE BOY STOOD ON THE BURNING DECK), but you guys have taken everyday words
and turned them into images that puts the reader into a world they didn't know existed. Well done !!!
of your poems, having no talent whatsoever in field I wouldn\t
like to attempt a poem (still working on THE BOY STOOD ON THE BURNING DECK)
, but you guys have taken everyday wordsand turned them into images that puts the reader into a world they didn't know existed. Well done !!!
I wrote this in my head last night as i tried to go to sleep. The harder i tried the more i thought.
I was going to post it in my own thread but i'm not ready to bring the king back just yet.
Title: Undecided It is suppose to be about yes or No to finding another lady to love. But I think it reads differently.
Yes No Maybe
Possibly Probably
Well if; I think.
But , OK, Umm..........
When it is cold and gray.
When I lay and sunbathe.
When I soak in the bath.
I wish someone was here to care.
When my mind is occupied.
When my book is good.
When my Computer game enthralls.
Then I'm not really here, so there.
When my team is playing.
When I've a film to watch.
When NZ are on the spot.
I wish you were here to cheer & share.
When playing good Golf.
When being rewarded.
When interacting with my son.
These are times for you,
to watch smile and be warmed by the love & life that you see,
flowing from me.
Remembering the fights,
The bitter angry silences.
When checking the budget.
When late home for tea.
Then I'm glad its only me.
When I lay myself down.
And I allow my dark side.
When I consider what makes me tick.
Then I'm glad, I'm just one.
When I listen to the silence.
When I yearn for some comfort.
When I listen to my music.
Then wish it were you,
I wish I was two.
Yes no Maybe
I really don't know.
I may, I may not.
Oh dear what do I do
I do. I don't.
Um........ I ......
Wish I wasn't here?.
I was going to post it in my own thread but i'm not ready to bring the king back just yet.
Title: Undecided It is suppose to be about yes or No to finding another lady to love. But I think it reads differently.
Yes No Maybe
Possibly Probably
Well if; I think.
But , OK, Umm..........
When it is cold and gray.
When I lay and sunbathe.
When I soak in the bath.
I wish someone was here to care.
When my mind is occupied.
When my book is good.
When my Computer game enthralls.
Then I'm not really here, so there.
When my team is playing.
When I've a film to watch.
When NZ are on the spot.
I wish you were here to cheer & share.
When playing good Golf.
When being rewarded.
When interacting with my son.
These are times for you,
to watch smile and be warmed by the love & life that you see,
flowing from me.
Remembering the fights,
The bitter angry silences.
When checking the budget.
When late home for tea.
Then I'm glad its only me.
When I lay myself down.
And I allow my dark side.
When I consider what makes me tick.
Then I'm glad, I'm just one.
When I listen to the silence.
When I yearn for some comfort.
When I listen to my music.
Then wish it were you,
I wish I was two.
Yes no Maybe
I really don't know.
I may, I may not.
Oh dear what do I do
I do. I don't.
Um........ I ......
Wish I wasn't here?.
I'm sorry for your loss and this really strikes a chord.
It makes me wonder why even try we only get burned.
It makes me wonder why even try we only get burned.
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I cried last night
tears for my friend
feeling the depths of her pain
looking for her in the darkness
I cried last night
tears for my lost loves
no goodbyes for two
and the last still a part of me
I cried last night
trying to see a way out
of all the confusion in my life
the exits all boarded up
I cried last night
for everyone who is lost
defeated and broken
crumpled lives to rebuild
And I cried last night
tears for my sadness and pain
fragmented heart
trying to be whole again