Poetry Appreciation (do NOT post your own poetry)

Discussion in 'In the Media' started by Tamstrong, Feb 5, 2011.

  1. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    Awake


    The tip of you jumps at my touch
    The brush of my lips against velvet
    Coat my tongue leaving notes of life

    I nip your flesh and you shudder as
    Heavy hands fist my hair. How many
    Have known you so well

    Tracing you carefully, sketching you from memory
    Every curve, every dip
    Is imprinted on my softest and strongest muscle...

    T.S. Snowden
     
  2. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    SAY


    So he says he wants to make love to my mind….
    Take his time, feeding me images and words
    Like fauna and flora, mental bursts of pleasure
    I've come to treasure
    Birthing new rhymes, a beat I can tap my feet to
    Creating lullabies, I want to fall asleep to

    Make love to my mind…Seep into my psyche, enticing me
    He doesn't hesitate, never procrastinates, only regulates
    His flow, smooth, like silk, sweet tender etchings
    At my door, and I ain't gonna lie, I want more

    I tremble and shake, trying not to wake, trying not to quake
    Too soon,
    But I can't hold, can't stop, won't stop
    The orgasms of thought, birthing mad verse
    Food for the universe…and me

    His words
    His words
    Free me

    He says he wants to make love to my mind….
    And I'm thinking, yeah…one more time!
     
  3. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    “Yesees and Noees”

    The Yesees said yes to anything
    That anyone suggested.
    The Noees said no to everything
    Unless it was proven and tested.
    So the Yesees all died of much too much
    And the Noees all died of fright,
    But somehow I think the Thinkforyourselfees
    All came out all right. ​

    -Shel Silverstein
     
  4. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    No One Wins : 3 in 1

    My mind is empty, my heart is still, no longer do I breath.
    My eyes are closed, my brain shut off, no longer do I feel.
    My voice is quiet, my soul is closed, no longer does it dwell.
    You've taken what you've wanted, nothing is left of me.
    You've taken all I've offered, and left me here to bleed.
    You've taken everything I loved, and tossed it to the side.
    I try to work things through each time, and seem to make it right.
    I try to gather up the thoughts, and find the love inside.
    I try to capture every breath, and hold it close to me.
    You will not see me for the person that I am right now.
    You will not know what you have done until the day I'm gone.
    You will not know what you have lost, until it is too late.
    We'll look behind us and stare into the past.
    We'll hold out our hands, and see nothing but the pain.
    We'll walk away grasping for the air.
    No longer will I wonder, about the love we had.
    No longer will I be alone even though you were with me.
    No longer will I take the beatings of words that you twist and turn.
    I'm done. You have won. I'm beaten, and I concede,
    but as I go, I must ask... who is the victor? You or Me?
     
  5. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    Falling stars
    like tears
    from the sky face
    when I look up
    there’s all blue
    so blue
    I see
    with clouds casting by
    the wind on my skin
    tickles me so
    and
    I laugh
    knowing
    it’s gonna be
    a beautiful day.....
    ~
    ©2008 Kai C.
     
  6. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    Heartsong

    If all i had to give you was my eyes...

    they would pour into you like water, seeking your soul

    making you whole

    If all i had to give you were my lips...

    they would kiss you deeply, tenderly, softly, gently

    allowing your breath to enter me, like a summers breeze

    a tender moment seized


    If all i had to give you was my voice...

    I would sing you a song, a serious beat, a staccato edge, a soprano's treat

    swinging to the words of life, the heartbeat of love

    the beautiful vision of a flying dove


    If all i had to give you were my words...

    I would write a poem for you, a story of two

    a dream of a lifetime, a scene from a fantasy, a novel, romance, thriller

    of you and me


    If all i had to give you were my ears...

    I would listen intently to your voice, your dreams, your vision

    and i would envelope all that i hear into a melody

    If all i had to give you were my arms...

    I would embrace you with all that i have, hold you tight, so tight

    squeeze you, touch you in places you have never felt

    so that you would know that my arms will wrap around this world to hold you

    If all i had to give you were my legs...

    I would stand for you, stand beside you, stand behind you, stand in front of you

    in your time of need

    If all i had to give you was my heart...

    I would love you like no other, seeking no other, giving no other

    the way i give to you

    you will wallow in my ocean

    take pride in my devotion

    and even when you were alone

    you will always hear my song

    even when i am gone

    you will always hear my song

    My heartsong...for you!

    -Mizrepresent
     
  7. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    A Cup of You

    If I could pour you in a cup
    It would be a hot
    An, oh, so potent fluid
    Sliding down my throat
    Sustaining me
    Giving me warmth
    Traveling down my chest
    Past my heart to
    The center of my soul
    A flavor so succulent, sweet
    Teasing, tantalizing
    My tongue
    If only I could savor you
    Bottle you up
    Unfortunately
    I am at the last drop
    So I swirl you around my mouth
    Wishing I could lick
    The bottom of the cup

    © Shai Lynn K. Davis
     
  8. Black DeNiro

    Black DeNiro Well-Known Member

    She Won't Cry

    by Jppoet



    You see the pain that lies in her eyes,
    But, alas, her eyes are dry,
    She won't cry.
    No, she won't cry.

    You see the anger that burns from her gaze,
    The madness that sets her eyes ablaze,
    She won't cry.
    No, she won't cry.

    You see the fear that closes her eyes,
    The smile she wears is but a disguise,
    She won't cry.
    No, she won't cry.

    You see the hope that is finally dead,
    She cannot trust for her heart has been bled,
    She won't cry.
    No, she won't cry.

    You see the love that lies within,
    But she shall never love again,
    She won't cry.
    No, she won't cry.

    You see death's hand that has glazed her eyes,
    No one saw her die inside,
    They won't cry.
    No, they won't cry.
     
  9. Ches

    Ches Well-Known Member

    I found this years ago and wrote it in a little book covered with Chinese embroidery with rice paper pages. I've always loved it. It says what I want to say, but probably wouldn't:

    Will You Be My Friend - James Kavanaugh

    Will you be my friend?
    There are so many reasons why you never should:
    I’m sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive,
    My fear erupts as anger, I find it hard to give,
    I talk about myself when I’m afraid
    And often spend a day without anything to say.

    But I will make you laugh
    And love you quite a bit
    And hold you when you’re sad.
    I cry a little almost every day
    Because I’m more caring than the strangers ever know,
    And, if at times, I show my tender side
    (The soft and warmer part I hide)
    I wonder, will you be my friend?

    A friend who far beyond the feebleness of any vow or tie
    Will touch the secret place where I am really I,
    To know the pain of lips that plead and eyes that weep,
    Who will not run away when you find me in the street
    Alone and lying mangled by my quota of defeats
    But will stop and stay-to tell me of another day
    When I was beautiful.
    Will you be my friend?

    There are so many reasons why you never should:
    Often I’m too serious, seldom predictably the same,
    Sometimes cold and distant, probably I’ll always change.
    I bluster and brag, seek attention like a child,
    I brood and pout, my anger can be wild,
    But I will make you laugh and love you quite a bit
    And be near you when you’re afraid.

    I shake a little almost every day
    Because I’m more frightened than the strangers ever know
    And if at times I show my trembling side
    (The anxious, fearful part I hide)
    I wonder, will you be my friend?

    A friend who, when I feel your closeness, feels me push away
    And stubbornly will stay to share what’s left on such a day,
    Who, when no one knows my name or calls me on the phone,
    When there’s no concern for me – what I have or haven’t done-
    And those I’ve helped and counted on have oh, so deftly, run,
    Who, when there’s nothing left but me, stripped of charm and
    Subtlety, will nonetheless remain.

    Will you be my friend?
    For no reason that I know, Except I want you so.
     
  10. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    So sad. :(

    Good poem, BD. Thanks for posting.


    Love this, Ches. Very moving. Thank you for posting it.
     
  11. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    Lady, I will touch you
    with my mind.

    Touch you and touch and touch
    until you give

    me suddenly a smile
    shyly obscene

    (Lady I will touch
    you with my mind.) Touch
    you, that is all,

    lightly and you utterly will become
    with infinite care

    the poem which I do not write

    -e e cummings
     
  12. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    We Are Living
    by Brendan Kennelly

    What is this room
    But the moments we have lived in it?
    When all due has been paid
    To gods of wood and stone
    And recognition has been made
    Of those who'll breathe here when we are gone
    Does it not take its worth from us
    Who made it because we were here?

    Your words are the only furniture I can remember
    Your body the book that told me most.
    If this room has a ghost
    It will be your laughter in the frank dark
    Revealing the world as a room
    Loved only for those moments when
    We touched the purely human.

    I could give water now to thirsty plants,
    Dig up the floorboards, the foundation,
    Study the worm's confidence,
    Challenge his omnipotence
    Because my blind eyes have seen through walls
    That make safe prisons of the days.

    We are living
    In ceiling, floor and windows,
    We are given to where we have been.
    This white door will always open
    On what our hands have touched,
    Our eyes have seen.
     
  13. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    House

    by Eugenio Montejo


    In the depths of a woman's body

    a house is constructed

    amidst murmurs and pauses.

    There are shadows of stones to collect,

    fragile scaffolds, in this act

    of imitating the sparrow.

    Above all when she sleeps,

    smiling in dreaming—

    to survey her completely

    don't wake her up;

    trace the slope of her hips,

    the sweep of her hands.

    Along the dunes containing her dream,

    those turbulent settings,

    high walls are raised

    to keep out the rain, and the wind,

    year after year.

    A gesture sometimes informs a wall;

    from a whisper a window is born;

    and after wandering we dismount at the door

    and tie up the horse.

    In the depths of her body the house

    awaits, the table fitted with plain

    words for living, or for dying perhaps,

    no one can say—

    nobody who enters ever leaves.

    Translated from Spanish by Kirk Nesset
     
  14. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    Hope

    Hope is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul,
    And sings the tune--without the words,
    And never stops at all,

    And sweetest in the gale is heard;
    And sore must be the storm
    That could abash the little bird
    That kept so many warm.

    I've heard it in the chillest land,
    And on the strangest sea;
    Yet, never, in extremity,
    It asked a crumb of me.

    --Emily Dickenson
     
  15. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    Grief

    "Fierce hunger reigns within my breast,
    I had not dreamt that this whole world,
    Crushed in the hand of God, could yield
    Such bitter essence of unrest,
    Such pain as Sorrow now hath hurled
    Out of its dreadful heart, unsealed!

    "Each sobbing breath is but a cry,
    My heart-strokes knells of agony,
    And my whole brain has but one thought
    That nevermore through life shall I
    (Save in the ache of memory)
    Touch hands with thee, who now art naught!

    "Through the whole void of night I search,
    So dumbly crying out for thee;
    But thou are not; and night's vast throne
    Becomes an all stupendous church
    With star-bells knelling unto me
    Who in all space am most alone!

    "An hungered, to the shore I creep,
    Perchance some comfort waits on me
    From the old Sea's eternal heart;
    But lo! from all the solemn deep,
    Far voices out of mystery
    Seem questioning why we are apart!

    "Where'er I go I am alone
    Who once, through thee, had all the world.
    My breast is one whole raging pain
    For that which was, and now is flown
    Into the Blank where life is hurled
    Where all is not, nor is again!"

    -William Hope Hodgson
     
  16. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    We All Bleed Red

    I walk into a restaurant
    for a sub and a coke
    I see you girls
    you sneer you laugh and you joke
    you judge me by my skin
    without knowing the me within
    you make comments most unjust
    because my paleness you don't trust
    I show my love in the way
    my heart says I must
    You hate me because of my man's skin
    but let me tell you this
    my man,
    has a pure heart you need to wise up
    and realize this fact
    it is the 21st century
    remember this
    to get back on track
    a fact we all must concede
    when you are cut
    what color do you bleed?
    In the grave it won't matter much
    whether you are pale or you are dark
    we might just be neighbors
    you and I
    in that cemetery park
    When we get sick
    we go to the same place
    the doctor, the hospital, the morgue
    and when we are cut
    what color do we bleed?
    Yes, I give my love
    to a black man
    and yes I have white skin
    but if you take the time to heed
    you will see
    when we are cut
    what color do we bleed?
    we all bleed
    RED

    -Kate Trice​
     
  17. Ches

    Ches Well-Known Member

    Great poem, Tammy. This is my answer to racism - the outside shouldn't matter; on the inside, we all bleed red.
     
  18. Morning Star

    Morning Star Well-Known Member

    "My Beauty, Do Not Sing For Me"
    ~Aleksandr Pushkin~

    My beauty, do not sing for me
    The songs of Georgia, of grievance:
    My thoughts immediately flee
    To another life and shores in distance.

    They bring to me -- your cruel tunes --
    Alas, the sad and clear vision:
    The steppe, the night -- under the moon,
    The poor and very distant virgin.

    While seeing you, I could forget
    The image so sad and fair,
    But, look, you sing -- and it is set
    Again before my eyes in air.

    My beauty, do not sing for me
    The songs of Georgia, of grievance:
    My thoughts immediately flee
    To another life and shores in distance.​
     
  19. Morning Star

    Morning Star Well-Known Member

    To the Beauty
    ~Aleksandr Pushkin~

    She’s all just harmony and wonder,
    Higher than passions and the world,
    She rests, with her sweet shyness, under
    Her beauty’s ritual abode;
    She looks around self in silence:
    There’re no contenders hers, no friends,
    Our beauties’ circle, pale and blend,
    Fades out in her dazzling brightness.

    Wherever weren’t you hurry, yet,
    Even to date with your beloved,
    What sense with weren’t your heart upset,
    Even with song of highest sound, –
    But having met her in alarm,
    You suddenly shall stop, embarrassed –
    In ecstasy, like one of prayers,
    Feeling the holiness of charm.​
     
  20. Tamstrong

    Tamstrong Administrator Staff Member

    Thanks, Ches. It reminded me of a song (by Prince of course ;)) called "Race". I couldn't find any video, but here are the lyrics:

    Race

    Lie down, fair one and come away
    Till the rain is over and gone, gimme the beat now
    Face the music
    Lead line
    Face the music

    If the air is a little thick in this room tonite
    I reckon it's the result
    Of an onslaught of separatist rookies
    Overcome by this colorful sight

    Talkin' so fast that even they
    Talkin' so fast that even they
    Don't know what they mean

    Of all the things that base a rhyme
    How is it that you every time
    Regurgitate the racist lines
    That keep us apart?

    Thank God
    This ain't monopoly
    You'd make us all go
    Back to start

    Race in the space I mark human
    Face the music
    Race, face the music
    We all bones when we dead

    Race in the space I mark human
    Face the music
    Cut me, cut you
    But both the blood is red, I gotcha

    Race, race
    Check it

    Three seats over there's a lady black
    Entrusted to her care is a little white girl
    And the fact of the matter is

    Before her momma or another kid at school
    Tells her about the fallacy
    That one race rules over the other
    She'd be a much better off left fool
    Face the music

    If we never heard about the evils
    That those before us committed
    Then how my dear, tell me now how my dear
    Tell me now how now would we know

    And then the band say
    Race in the space I mark human
    Face the music
    Race, face the music
    We all bones when we dead

    Race in the space I mark human
    Face the music
    Cut me, cut you
    But both the blood is red, I gotcha

    Race, race
    Face the music

    Down with H I S T O R Y and all this BS propagandi
    Keepin' you from me and me from you as we grow
    I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know
    Why those before us hated each other

    I'd rather believe they never did
    I'd rather believe, I'd rather, I'd rather believe
    That there's hope for a kid

    And if he imitates the best
    I guess that's what I'll try to be
    And I will let the rest dissolve
    With my guitar underneath the sea

    Race
    Face, face, face, face, face
    Face the music
    Face the music, now
    Face the music

    Race in the space I mark human
    Face the music
    Race, face the music
    We all bones when we dead

    Race in the space I mark human
    Face the music
    Cut me, cut you
    Both the blood is red, get it?

    Race, got it

    Race, face the music
    Race, race
    Face, face the music
    Race, race

    Face, face the music
    Race, race, race, race
    Face, face, face the music
    Race
     

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