Anyone else got poetry skill?

[Wolfsage]

Thought I'd start a thread. To find the poets among you. Make up a poem that rythms. All that's required is time.

 

[unperson]

the rythms of poetery
remind me of yoji berry
or maybe some jokery
or not.

 

[Nervous Rex]

This species of rhyme
I make up all the time
aren't for every one.

Though others critique
When in rhythm I speak,
I personally think it is fun.

 

[OkRad]

Should I engage
in this outrage
of words,
always words....
to torment,
unrelenting,
things that boast of
revelation! Elucidation!
This pontificating must cease
so I may sleep,
meditate in peace,
leaving these sly
letter-born monsters
to their own devises!

 

[DavidS]

These are some good ones!

 

[Aspychata]

You want to be brief
You choose to fleece
I obligate no
I obliterate
Chalk one up for me

 

[SusanLR]

There's a place where I roam
That's far, far, from home,
And nobody knows it but me.

The street signs don't go there
And the maps all stay home,
And nobody knows it but me.

It's way, way far
And far, far away,
It's over the mountains and sea
And where ever I go
That's where I am,
And nobody knows it but me.

 

[watersprite]

Dot. Line. Blank empty space.
Flower died. Nothing takes its place.
Cloud. Peace. Touch. You.
Time. Distance. Damage. True.
Chuckle. Boy. Gift. Love.
Mystery. Devotion soft as a dove.
Working praying cooking more.
Awe. Stength. Power. Raw.
Roar, spittle, shame, cringe,
Forward. Bridges. Monsters live.
Light abd height and givers give,
Time, stories, some that rive.
Took my heart,gave a dime, find a lock, try to wind.
Wind and craft, love and more
Laid to rest on Heaven’s door.

 

[jleeb05]

There's a place where I roam
That's far, far, from home,
And nobody knows it but me.

The street signs don't go there
And the maps all stay home,
And nobody knows it but me.

It's way, way far
And far, far away,
It's over the mountains and sea
And where ever I go
That's where I am,
And nobody knows it but me.

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I don't know if it was intentional but that sounds very similar to one of my favorite poems by Patrick O'Leary. I think it was written for some car commercial some years back but it really spoke to me haha.

Nobody Knows it but Me

There's a place that I travel,
When I want to roam
And nobody knows it but me.

The roads don't go there,
And the signs stay home
And nobody knows it but me.

It's far, far away and way, way afar,
It's over the moon and the sea,
And wherever you are going,
That's wherever you are
And nobody knows it but me.

-Patrick O'Leary

 

[SimonSays]

All at once the bottle breaks
The ship is launched
The giver takes
Points of light fill up the sky
What we can see fate can fly
At once they shivered
It was not cold
Absorbing energy
New for old

When will it be
All by the first
Alone in darkness
So close can burst
We feel a light it shines alone
There is a reason to go home
When all the waves are on the beach
When serpents wings light up with fire
The dust of tomorrow settles on the floor
Ready for the piper taking for the poor
Arriving in the distance
By chance is it you?
Not the way to do it all the same

We try another
On a hill it falls
The rain, the wind
Don't move it
Now the word is on the ground
As water fills an empty space
On the edge where time stands still
The pool reflects what is the answer
Our circle comes
The penny drops
The heat is felt
It turns the paper brown
No more mask of the clown

At best they try to drown us
We float back to the top
The bubbles full of energy
Carry not the empty box
When dogs are on the war path
The cries of all are heard
The ravens tell the chickens
The mouth that speaks the word.


simon

 

[SimonSays]

The sun rises high
Alone in the city
The frost melts quietly
Birds are in the trees
By themselves
The post box is empty
The stamps have all gone home
Many people are singing
It's raining onto stone
A light flashes on the spirit's shadow
At last the box begins to fill
What is the answer?

Today we find the key
Across the void of space
A small planet stirs
Waiting patiently
All things are known

In death's embrace we lift the veil
A song of fortune
The stranger's tale
When time will be
All things are done
The fever broken
The bandaged thumb
What is the table without the chair?
The fire's burning
The coal's aware

This place is right
We came this way
All of the gold was not to pay
The man who saw with tears of joy
He paid the piper and felt the ploy

When wise men stutter
The long grass grows
Across the valley in Jericho
Where horns were blowing
The rolling stones
A mass of people
When men were clones
We find the answer
Inside is out
The berry's colour is the last to shout.


simon

 

[SusanLR]

I don't know if it was intentional but that sounds very similar to one of my favorite poems by Patrick O'Leary. I think it was written for some car commercial some years back but it really spoke to me haha.

Nobody Knows it but Me

There's a place that I travel,
When I want to roam
And nobody knows it but me.

The roads don't go there,
And the signs stay home
And nobody knows it but me.

It's far, far away and way, way afar,
It's over the moon and the sea,
And wherever you are going,
That's wherever you are
And nobody knows it but me.

-Patrick O'Leary

Wow. They have so many similarities!
Especially the the And nobody knows it but me.

I just looked this up and O'Leary wrote it for a 2002 Chevy Tahoe commercial.
It was voiced by James Garner while showing pictures of a solitary man looking over
forests and landscapes. (per Wikipedia link)
I wrote it in a dreamy trance like state, thinking of astral travell.

Nothing would surprise me. All things are connected.

@SimonSays You were writing yours while I was putting this reply!
They make me think of a poem I channelled a painting for Uri Geller
years ago called The Day.

I have a small book of poems. I don't try to think when I write them,
it's more like I just let it flow in my mind. I'll put a few more on later.

 

[SimonSays]

I just looked this up and O'Leary wrote it for a 2002 Chevy Tahoe commercial.
It was voiced by James Garner while showing pictures of a solitary man looking over
forests and landscapes.

So there's a chance you saw it, and it stayed with you subconsciously, just as commercials are supposed to. Not the only possibility of course, and you have no conscious memory of seeing it, but it can't be ruled out.

The make me think of a poem I channelled for Uri Geller
years ago called The Day.

What do you mean by for him? You wrote it and then gave it to him or you wrote it with him in mind?

 

[Vivlex]

I wrote poems in school, but now I have given up this activity.

 

[watersprite]

where the river turns
a moose
just past a tree, the calf

 

[SusanLR]

So there's a chance you saw it, and it stayed with you subconsciously, just as commercials are supposed to. Not the only possibility of course, and you have no conscious memory of seeing it, but it can't be ruled out.

Yes, that could be possible with the poem from the advert.
Subconsciously remembered hearing it, but, some words got changed to fit my mind's thoughts.


What do you mean by for him? You wrote it and then gave it to him or you wrote it with him in mind?

I see a typo in the second part about the Uri Geller poem.
It wasn't explained well. My mistake.

Your poems made me think of the style of some of Uri Geller's poems.
Especially one called The Day.
I was referring to a call from him in which he asked if I could do an oil painting
of what was taking place in the poem he wrote called The Day.

So I shut my eyes and drew a picture on a canvas in pencil.
When I opened my eyes and looked at what was drawn, it looked like a burnt desert with a few
bare rock hills and rivers of fire. There was an odd shape in one rock that looked like a combination
of a seal and a man with a mustache. Rather Dali style looking. And Uri had trained under
Dali when he was young.
The main focus of the drawing was what looks like a boomerang spaceship in the sky emitting
silver and green lightening like rays to the ground.
I then made an oil painting from the lines I had placed on the canvas.

Your writing style reminded me of his and that painting I did. Enigmatic.

 

[SimonSays]

Your poems made me think of the style of some of Uri Geller's poems.
Especially one called The Day.

Your writing style reminded me of his and that painting I did. Enigmatic.

Ahhh...I see now.

I've never read any of UG's poems. Enigmatic indeed.

 

[Yeshuasdaughter]

You were so little
The world was big and so new
And I was so young

I held you and read
I didn't know who you'd be
I just felt our love

When I did Yoga
You'd climb all over my back
And copy each pose

We didn't have school
Instead we played learning games
And you caught on quick

If a baby cried
You would go and comfort him
A heart for the hurt

Up in the forest
There we find our Special Tree
Secrets planted deep

I'm sorry my love
I got sick at twenty eight
Never been a Mom

I wanted to give
I wanted to do much more
But it's been long years

You always took care
Of all the things I could not
And it isn't fair

I hope you forgive
Me for not being able
To do what they could

All I can give you
All I can ever give you
Is my heart-my love

I will never hate
I will never abandon
I will be with you

I wish we could be
On a beach collecting shells
And I would see you

Bright arms like beacons
My daughter in the sunshine
You are my one true

 

[Yeshuasdaughter]

I really enjoy reading the poems you guys posted.

I'm not so good at poetry, but I find it very therapeutic. I used to be better at it.

 

[Yeshuasdaughter]

Do I have permission to be bitter?
I dare not feel this way.
But every now and again, it creeps up on me.
I spin inward and outward until I face a new direction.
Let’s not think about that.
But there’s been a lot of recent pain.
And although I’m entitled to an opinion,
I am not entitled to take it out on anyone.
So like the hands on a clock, I spin.
I turn the dial until I’m reminded of some precious joy.
And so I forgive-
And I forget.
But I never forget love.
And when I turn back to the dark hour
I need to spin again
Back to light.