Poets Corner

[delilya]

Do you love poetry? Write it? Read it? Want to share your favorites?

I've always loved it and would be happy to see what everyone else has to offer, whether it is their own creation, or a favorite by someone else.

Doesn't even have to be a poem. Any writing welcome. I do love to read.

[delilya]

As the day of "DREAD" draws to a close Hysteria tries to pick up what remains.
Memory clambers to be heard."What loss? Less than nothing."
"All of everything," Hysteria screams.
Pride retreats to a corner to tend her wounds.
Dignity whispers,"You deserve, you deserve.There is better."

Hope wanders aimlessly muttering,"The sky is falling,the sky is falling."
Suicide thinks let it fall.
Love and Hate argue endlessly
Apathy awaits.
Dignity whispers,"You deserve,you deserve.There is better."

Trust cavorts and cackles,"What a fool,what a fool,what a fool am I."
Pride glares from her corner then hangs her head.
Faith mimics the raven,"All midnights dreary.Nevermore,Nevermore."
Envy rages throwing herself against Sanitys defenses.
Dignity whispers,"You deserve,you deserve.There is better."


Pride from her corner spits,"Revenge,revenge,I must seek revenge."
Wisdom councils,"Let it come on it's own."
Passions sobs,"Shall I now die?"
Hope asserts,"We shall all survive"
Dignity whispers,"You deserve,you deserve.There is better."

[astromynx]

I have been writing poetry for over 20 years. I'll share a couple. I have lots, so if you like, I can share more.

The Knot

Imagine the pattern of a knot
with three perfectly equal sides-
Each part exquisite in beauty
But ever-changing as the tides.
If you were to look closely,
You'd see the mingling of ebb and flow-
One continuously becoming another
As they shift and grow.
Powerful, vigorous, and strong,
A living know it appears to be,
Needing nurturing and attention
Just as surely as you and me.
Three sides and three emotions
Harmoniously existing in one place
Before you, love, trust, and respect
Were not known in the same space.
It's priceless and rare composition
Is beyond stunning to see.
I'll forever cherish our beautiful know
And all that it means to me.

[astromynx]

As the day of "DREAD" draws to a close Hysteria tries to pick up what remains.
Memory clambers to be heard."What loss? Less than nothing."
"All of everything," Hysteria screams.
Pride retreats to a corner to tend her wounds.
Dignity whispers,"You deserve, you deserve.There is better."

Hope wanders aimlessly muttering,"The sky is falling,the sky is falling."
Suicide thinks let it fall.
Love and Hate argue endlessly
Apathy awaits.
Dignity whispers,"You deserve,you deserve.There is better."


Jester cavort and cackles,"What a fool,what a fool,what a fool am I."
Pride glares from her corner then hangs her head.
Faith mimics the raven,"All midnights dreary.Nevermore,Nevermore."
Envy rages throwing herself against Sanitys defenses.
Dignity whispers,"You deserve,you deserve.There is better."


Pride from her corner spits,"Revenge,revenge,I must seek revenge."
Wisdom councils,"Let it come on it's own."
Passions sobs,"Shall I now die?"
Hope asserts,"We shall all survive"
Dignity whispers,"You deserve,you deserve.There is better."


Delilya, I have read this poem before. It gave me goosebumps to read it then, and it does now. It's absolutely beautiful. I have so lived days like that. Thank you for sharing it again.

[astromynx]

Daybreak


As the new day breaks
And the sun begins to rise,
My mind becomes alert
As I slowly open my eyes.
Thoughts of the hours just past
Fill my mind with images so sweet.
I look up and am taken aback
When your smiling eyes I meet.
Our limbs are entwined and embraced
Like a secret garden's vines.
The heat from our bodies-
Intoxicating as the best wines.
You pull me closer for a kiss
And my mind becomes a haze.
Whether its magic or real,
It sets my emotions ablaze.
Later, after you have risen to go
And I am alone in bed,
I carefully begin to replay
The scenes again in my head.
As I lay there grinning
And enjoying the bliss,
I can't help but wish
For just one more kiss.

[delilya]

Delilya, I have read this poem before. It gave me goosebumps to read it then, and it does now. It's absolutely beautiful. I have so lived days like that. Thank you for sharing it again.


Oh wow, really? I didn't know anyone ever read my poetry...lol. Thank you very much!

[delilya]

I have been writing poetry for over 20 years. I'll share a couple. I have lots, so if you like, I can share more.

The Knot

Imagine the pattern of a knot
with three perfectly equal sides-
Each part exquisite in beauty
But ever-changing as the tides.
If you were to look closely,
You'd see the mingling of ebb and flow-
One continuously becoming another
As they shift and grow.
Powerful, vigorous, and strong,
A living know it appears to be,
Needing nurturing and attention
Just as surely as you and me.
Three sides and three emotions
Harmoniously existing in one place
Before you, love, trust, and respect
Were not known in the same space.
It's priceless and rare composition
Is beyond stunning to see.
I'll forever cherish our beautiful know
And all that it means to me.

Oh, this is soooo cool. Were you looking at a knot when it came to you or did it just come? Love it!

[astromynx]

Oh, this is soooo cool. Were you looking at a knot when it came to you or did it just come? Love it!

LOL- yes, I actually was looking at a knot. I have a silver Celtic trinity knot ring that inspired the idea for that poem.

[covergerl]

The Residue of Man’s Exhalation


Swept in
like a breath of fresh air
across the expanse of naked flesh
newly washed.

Where goose bumps arise
at the touch of the tip of your tongue
or fingertip.

Tracing the silhouette
of some newly discovered
geography across my body

Like a fervent explorer
on some unclaimed landscape.
Dying and being reborn
with every breath and stroke
like a tiny million fireworks
blazing the sky
for fragments of time
and then fading away
and repeating.

So that the breath caught in my throat
is all that exists
and all else
is silent.
Caught, transposed, and suspended
by the touch of you and I.

Transfixed upon my memory,
like the stain of a stamp
or engraving on leather
where the topography
of the carvings
is reminiscent of
our dips and revolutions,
ebb and flows,
leaving me breathless
and anticipating
the next wave.

Preparing my body,
letting it be molded
into your chalice.
Allowing your tongue to trace
its delicate pale rim
and taste its promise
like reparation to a dying man.

Uplifted by your admiration,
transcendent and aglow,
left exalted, elevated and consecrated
I float through the day
held aloft
by the residue of your sweeping breath
hot on the
span of my neck
as my thoughts race
through my reflections
trying to recapture
a sense of you.

[astromynx]

The Residue of Man’s Exhalation


Swept in
like a breath of fresh air
across the expanse of naked flesh
newly washed.

Where goose bumps arise
at the touch of the tip of your tongue
or fingertip.

Tracing the silhouette
of some newly discovered
geography across my body

Like a fervent explorer
on some unclaimed landscape.
Dying and being reborn
with every breath and stroke
like a tiny million fireworks
blazing the sky
for fragments of time
and then fading away
and repeating.

So that the breath caught in my throat
is all that exists
and all else
is silent.
Caught, transposed, and suspended
by the touch of you and I.

Transfixed upon my memory,
like the stain of a stamp
or engraving on leather
where the topography
of the carvings
is reminiscent of
our dips and revolutions,
ebb and flows,
leaving me breathless
and anticipating
the next wave.

Preparing my body,
letting it be molded
into your chalice.
Allowing your tongue to trace
its delicate pale rim
and taste its promise
like reparation to a dying man.

Uplifted by your admiration,
transcendent and aglow,
left exalted, elevated and consecrated
I float through the day
held aloft
by the residue of your sweeping breath
hot on the
span of my neck
as my thoughts race
through my reflections
trying to recapture
a sense of you.


Oh, my! :)
That was excellent. I could easily visualize your words and, they made me smile because it made me think of similar moments of my own.

[delilya]

Daybreak


As the new day breaks
And the sun begins to rise,
My mind becomes alert
As I slowly open my eyes.
Thoughts of the hours just past
Fill my mind with images so sweet.
I look up and am taken aback
When your smiling eyes I meet.
Our limbs are entwined and embraced
Like a secret garden's vines.
The heat from our bodies-
Intoxicating as the best wines.
You pull me closer for a kiss
And my mind becomes a haze.
Whether its magic or real,
It sets my emotions ablaze.
Later, after you have risen to go
And I am alone in bed,
I carefully begin to replay
The scenes again in my head.
As I lay there grinning
And enjoying the bliss,
I can't help but wish
For just one more kiss.

That is beautiful.

[delilya]

The Residue of Man’s Exhalation


Swept in
like a breath of fresh air
across the expanse of naked flesh
newly washed.

Where goose bumps arise
at the touch of the tip of your tongue
or fingertip.

Tracing the silhouette
of some newly discovered
geography across my body

Like a fervent explorer
on some unclaimed landscape.
Dying and being reborn
with every breath and stroke
like a tiny million fireworks
blazing the sky
for fragments of time
and then fading away
and repeating.

So that the breath caught in my throat
is all that exists
and all else
is silent.
Caught, transposed, and suspended
by the touch of you and I.

Transfixed upon my memory,
like the stain of a stamp
or engraving on leather
where the topography
of the carvings
is reminiscent of
our dips and revolutions,
ebb and flows,
leaving me breathless
and anticipating
the next wave.

Preparing my body,
letting it be molded
into your chalice.
Allowing your tongue to trace
its delicate pale rim
and taste its promise
like reparation to a dying man.

Uplifted by your admiration,
transcendent and aglow,
left exalted, elevated and consecrated
I float through the day
held aloft
by the residue of your sweeping breath
hot on the
span of my neck
as my thoughts race
through my reflections
trying to recapture
a sense of you.

Awesome!

[delilya]

I love my darling GRANNY-DOLL.
Her bloomers are so bright.
She likes them green,red and blue,
Or anything but white.

She flitters all around the house,
Her voice a happy song,
Her bloomers down around her legs,
She likes them kinda long.

On washing day her lines alight,
With bloomers in the breeze.
She hangs them out at anytime,
Except a hard cold freeze.

Her birth was many years ago,
She's pushing eighty four.
But you'd think she was a lass again,
With bloomers on the floor.

Yes, I love my darling GRANNY-DOLL.
She really is a sight,
With bloomers of all colors.
Keep her? I just might!

[astromynx]

I love my darling GRANNY-DOLL.
Her bloomers are so bright.
She likes them green,red and blue,
Or anything but white.

She flitters all around the house,
Her voice a happy song,
Her bloomers down around her legs,
She likes them kinda long.

On washing day her lines alight,
With bloomers in the breeze.
She hangs them out at anytime,
Except a hard cold freeze.

Her birth was many years ago,
She's pushing eighty four.
But you'd think she was a lass again,
With bloomers on the floor.

Yes, I love my darling GRANNY-DOLL.
She really is a sight,
With bloomers of all colors.
Keep her? I just might!

That's funny :)

[astromynx]

The Runner

Faded memories of life's cruel jokes
Echo laughter inside his head.
He can't help but wonder
Who'll care when he's dead.

His soul is in constant torture
By demons from his past.
He thought he could outrun them,
But he's coming in last.

Falling behind in this race called life,
Somehow he has to gain way.
Doggedly, he counts the steps
Only to lose another day.

A strong voice from high above-
One he once knew too well-
Speaks out to him sternly
Words that add wind to his sail.

My son, stop running from the past;
Release what's dead and gone.
Place your sights on he future
Which is only yours to own.

He bowed his weary head
And took a ragged breath.
Whispering a prayer of thanks,
He knew he had just outrun death.

Remember- it's better to be the stalker
Than to be the prey.
Always chase your dreams
Or your nightmares will win the day.


I wrote this for my exhusband a few years ago. We had already divorced at the time. This was one of those poems that seemed to demand being written and wouldn't go away until I had it on paper. I gave it to him, and he turned it into a song afterwards.

[mcclave]

Dig a little hole,
plant a little seed.

Wait a little while,
smoke a little weed.

:laugh: Sorry I couldn't resist!

[astromynx]

Dig a little hole,
plant a little seed.

Wait a little while,
smoke a little weed.

:laugh: Sorry I couldn't resist!

BWAHAHAHA!

Thanks for the laugh, MoreNingDew.

Smoke a little weed,
Eat a little snack.

Do a little workout,
Get a little figure back.

[delilya]

Smoke a little weed,
Eat a little snack.

Do a little workout,
Get a little figure back.

Who cares about my figure?
Brownies are the best.

Going to smoke a little more,
And gobble down the rest.

[delilya]

The Runner

Faded memories of life's cruel jokes
Echo laughter inside his head.
He can't help but wonder
Who'll care when he's dead.

His soul is in constant torture
By demons from his past.
He thought he could outrun them,
But he's coming in last.

Falling behind in this race called life,
Somehow he has to gain way.
Doggedly, he counts the steps
Only to lose another day.

A strong voice from high above-
One he once knew too well-
Speaks out to him sternly
Words that add wind to his sail.

My son, stop running from the past;
Release what's dead and gone.
Place your sights on he future
Which is only yours to own.

He bowed his weary head
And took a ragged breath.
Whispering a prayer of thanks,
He knew he had just outrun death.

Remember- it's better to be the stalker
Than to be the prey.
Always chase your dreams
Or your nightmares will win the day.


I wrote this for my exhusband a few years ago. We had already divorced at the time. This was one of those poems that seemed to demand being written and wouldn't go away until I had it on paper. I gave it to him, and he turned it into a song afterwards.

Very nice! Love the last stanza, says a lot.

[delilya]

Recovery

To all the drugs I've loved before,
It's time to kick you out the door.
I'll learn to get along,
Get back where I belong
Without the drugs I've loved before.

To heroin and crack cocaine,
I never want to use again.
You give nothing but strife,
I'm taking back my life,
You'll cause me no more pain.

To all the drugs I've loved before,
You represent what I abhor.
I've given you my wealth,
You took away my health,
I don't trust you anymore.

To alcohol and pills of every kind,
I've had a sudden change of mind.
You won't bother me again,
Lead me into sin,
I'm leaving it all behind.

To all the drugs I've loved before,
I've learned that life is so much more.
I've finally broken free,
Of all you've meant to me,
I'll mend again the life you tore.

Goodbye, all the drugs I've loved before...


Written for Mark L. who is one of the lost.

[staceymoe]

omg :shocked3: how did I miss this thread???

Poetry is my therapy, and at the same time, it's my weakness. Ive been writing since about '92... when I was in 7th grade. wow... I will be spending lots of time here LOL

OK... this poem I wrote in '01, and it is written about my panic disorder. I often have panic attacks that soemtimes paralyze me. Havent had a bad one in a long time (knock on wood 3x) ... but for those who have experienced it... you will feel my pain.

-Not a Care At All-

Walking along, a cool 50 degrees.
Smelling the flowers, feeling the breeze.
The sky is so blue, the grass is so green,
Hard to believe my world could be so mean.
The air is so crisp, like the first day of fall.
Enjoying the day.
Not a Care At All
Then all of a sudden, like a bat out of hell
I'm trembling with fear, I don't feel so well.
The trees seem to laugh, as if laughing in my face.
The flowers are dying, I'm losing the race.
Panic sets in. I have nowhere to run.
I hate this feeling. I'm not having fun..
There's no escaping the hell that I'm in.
It's not like a contest -- there's no way to win.
Seconds turn to hours, hours become days.
Everything is blurry, my world is a haze.
And just when I think I can't take anymore
I look around at my world, my own personal war.
Everything is fine, what went so wrong?
All of my fears and panic are gone.
The air is so crisp like the first day of fall.
Enjoying the day.
Not a Care At All


The poem expresses how fast a panic attack can creep up... and it doesnt matter what you're doing, or where you are. You could be enjoying the 'perfect day' (fall is my absolute favorite season), beautiful weather... walking along, minding your own business... and then BAM! no warning, no cause... just panic, like something horrible is going to happen at any minute. then-- just as quickly as it came, its gone... and youre back to enjoying the perfect day. Ill post a few more poems here. I have a lot of poems published, if youd like to see them, go to poetry.com and click search for author, or search artist... something like that. type in my name: Stacey Bragdon - and it will bring up all of my published poems. I will post some of my unpublished work here.

[staceymoe]

I wrote this one a few days after 9/11


Etched in our minds
The tradgedy remains
A cowardly idea to hijack 4 planes
Who could've done this
and where are they now
We will fight back
We just have to figure out how
How to win this war
Without stooping to their level
Something tells me this whole thing
Was an act of the devil
So many lives lost
So many hearts broken
We will fight and we will win
I'm tellin' you now, we're not jokin'
So, watch your back, bin Laden
Or whoever you might be
'Cause the USA is coming for you
and we're coming for you times three