saffron Posted July 6, 2009 Report Share Posted July 6, 2009 I love to read poetry. This is one for today. feel free to contribute. Samuel Taylor Coleridge Duty surviving Self-Love THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE A SOLILOQUY -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others' Wanings should'st thou fret ? Then only might'st thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight. O wiselier then, from feeble yearnings freed, While, and on whom, thou may'st--shine on ! nor heed Whether the object by reflected light Return thy radiance or absorb it quite : And tho' thou notest from thy safe recess Old Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air, Love them for what they are ; nor love them less, Because to thee they are not what they were. saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
slim Posted July 6, 2009 Report Share Posted July 6, 2009 Good Evening Saffron, great read. Hope it's OK to add a Poem, This was inspired by those Orange adverts... Orange Life I am the soulmate, who lights my way, The times we've laughed and cried. I am the silence which radiates, Calls me to listen. I am the Counsellor who saved my life, Became a friend, ally. I am the scumbag who stole my childhood, Thief in the night. I am a pariah of low intelligence, The person I almost beat to death. I am the word sorry, A walking contradiction. I am Borderline Personality Disorder, The lowest of lows. I am the blade which cut away the hurt, Scarred me forever. I am the wettest bed, the worst nightmare, Ghost which visits through the dark. I am eight years old, When things get tough. Slimboydim 2009. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted July 7, 2009 Author Report Share Posted July 7, 2009 Hi slim Yes of course its okay and thank you for sharing the poem, very thought provoking and stirred a lot of feelings. best wishes Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sanctuary Posted July 7, 2009 Report Share Posted July 7, 2009 I wrote this at 27 when I found out I was infertile due to an STI I'd had as a teenager. It helped me cope with the torturous pain: Raw pain sears it's way through my heart in slow motion, The wrench of Karma takes it toll on my emotions You see for me a child is not an option I can never dream of having children I pray one day god will have forgiven All my misdemeanoura and transgressions And give me hope that I can reverse this curse that I've begotten I still live in hope... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted July 7, 2009 Author Report Share Posted July 7, 2009 That is so moving, thank you for sharing it with us. My thoughts are with you. Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted July 7, 2009 Author Report Share Posted July 7, 2009 Here is one that I have always liked. If - a poem by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream and not make dreams your master; If you can think and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same: If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
slim Posted July 10, 2009 Report Share Posted July 10, 2009 Good Afternoon Saffron, nice to read Kipling on a damp Friday. This is about the lady of my dreams... Hush Warmth rises gently, from her gorgeous skin, My ambition to wake, the passion within. Her body speaks in erotic verse, Tastes sweet, as I dared envisage. Her femininity greets me, welcomes my touch, Love doth rise, I crave her so much. Beauty personified Angelic Princess, Brought together as one, our hearts entwine. Love made in the dead of night, Her gorgeous form, an exquisite sight. Exhausted lovers tightly held, Soul mates bonded, never to part... You fill my wants, my needs, my life... My Heart. Slimboydim 2009. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted July 15, 2009 Author Report Share Posted July 15, 2009 aw, slim thats lovely, shes a lucky lady. sometimes, when I dont feel right i wonder if im sane i can be moody, silent or angry and hate myself again i can be passionate, loving and fun and make others feel good inside i walk away without a care but it is me im trying to hide this mask is getting heavier more than i can bear but what if i took it off? then would they have to care? i dont know? what do you do? keep up the status quo or let them know your ups and downs your tossing to and throw The rollercoaster of emotion is this natural pain? sometimes when I feel like this i wonder if im sane. Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
light thoughts Posted July 15, 2009 Report Share Posted July 15, 2009 Wow, a poetry corner! I love poetry. Mary Oliver is one my favourite living poets, and one whose words I always find consoling. This is one of her best, and seems to speak to almost everyone in some way: "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
light thoughts Posted July 15, 2009 Report Share Posted July 15, 2009 By the way, Saffron, your poem is really moving. Thank you. I think many of us can connect with the feelings you express - that split between the public mask we wear, which others see, and the private self that people don't see. Thank you. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rael Posted July 16, 2009 Report Share Posted July 16, 2009 i love Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath, typical depressing poetry for me but beautiful The Doctor Of the Heart by Anne Sexton Take away your knowledge, Doktor. It doesn't butter me up. You say my heart is sick unto You ought to have more respect! you with the goo on the suction cup. You with your wires and electrodes fastened at my ankle and wrist, sucking up the biological breast. You with your zigzag machine playing like the stock market up and down. Give me the Phi Beta key you always twirl and I will make a gold crown for my molar. I will take a slug if you please and make myself a perfectly good appendix. Give me a fingernail for an eyeglass. The world was milky all along. I will take an iron and press out my slipped disk until it is flat. But take away my mother's carcinoma for I have only one cup of fetus tears. Take away my father's cerebral hemorrhage for I have only a jigger of blood in my hand. Take away my sister's broken neck for I have only my schoolroom ruler for a cure. Is there such a device for my heart? I have only a gimmick called magic fingers. Let me dilate like a bad debt. Here is a sponge. I can squeeze it myself. O heart, tobacco red heart, beat like a rock guitar. I am at the ship's prow. I am no longer the suicide with her raft and paddle. Herr Doktor! I'll no longer die to spite you, you wallowing seasick grounded man. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
light thoughts Posted July 16, 2009 Report Share Posted July 16, 2009 I love Plath and Sexton too, although I didn't know that poem - thank you! My favourite Plath poem is 'Edge'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted July 17, 2009 Author Report Share Posted July 17, 2009 hi light please share Be the Best Whatever You Are If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill Be a scrub in the valley--but be The best little scrub by the side of the rill; Be a bush if you can't be a tree. If you can't be a bush be a bit of the grass, And some highway some happier make; If you can't be a muskie then just be a bass-- But the liveliest bass in the lake! We can't all be captains, we've got to be crew, There's something for all of us here. There's big work to do and there's lesser to do, And the task we must do is the near. If you can't be a highway then just be a trail, If you can't be the sun be a star; It isn't by size that you win or you fail-- Be the best of whatever you are! Douglas Malloch saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted July 19, 2009 Author Report Share Posted July 19, 2009 can we just do what we want to in life and love and dreaming let things evolve as they should be no bitterness or scheming no funny looks or secret signs to make us feel we're judged just need support and encouragement without the offer begrudged Why do we let things bother us while others seem not to care Why do we take things personally why is life not fair Should life be this confusing should love appear so hard should dreams be dark and scary should we feel so scared to live without depression to love with hope and trust to dream happiness and calm to accept ourselves, we must Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rael Posted July 19, 2009 Report Share Posted July 19, 2009 for light thoughts poem may trigger. its a really haunting poem, beautiful. Edge by Sylvia Plath The woman is perfected Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over. Each dead child coiled, a white serpent, One at each little Pitcher of milk, now empty She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odors bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted July 22, 2009 Author Report Share Posted July 22, 2009 Come on you, laugh and play take away the bad that day keep on smiling so they say try to see a brighter way oh thats ok theres nothing wrong my life and heart is strong as breezy as a bird in song as sunny as the day is long please do not worry about me I have this shell that you cant see it makes me seem like i am free its like yours, would you agree? Give someone a friendly smile Give time to yourself a while Be proud of your own style and always go the extra mile Learn to love yourself today Keep those demons well away treat yourself with empathy and you will smile and laugh all day. Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
peace7 Posted July 22, 2009 Report Share Posted July 22, 2009 This is a really good thing going on here! I've become very interested in poetry recently and tend to write a lot of my own as you see from my post called 'Unknown' from yesterday on here. If it's ok... then I may post some of my poetry in here... Here's one of my very first poem's, not very good but you have to start somewhere, right?? I’m still here... Just because I don't talk doesn't mean I'm not there I'm still here Just because I don't laugh doesn't mean I don't see the funny side I'm still here Just because I don't go out doesn't mean I won't have a good time in I'll still be there when you get back in Just because I don't interact doesn't mean I wouldn't like you around me I still have a voice, I'm still here But... Just because I don't cry doesn't mean I don't cry inside and... Just because you don't show you’re worried about me doesn't mean I don't know you are. So before you shed a tear, just remember one thing I'm still here *Hugs* Harmony Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted July 22, 2009 Author Report Share Posted July 22, 2009 Thats a great poem Harmony, it really says a lot. I hate the feeling of being invisible eh, sometimes I wish people would just accept me being there, whether I am happy, chatty or not. Thanks for sharing. Please feel free to add as many as you want. Best wishes Safffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
peace7 Posted July 22, 2009 Report Share Posted July 22, 2009 Thank you saffron Yes I also hate the feeling of being invisable... it was mainly meant for my mum to reassure her, sort of. But also to those people who just don't accept who I am and the way I feel (friends mainly which I don't have any of irl anymore ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
light thoughts Posted July 22, 2009 Report Share Posted July 22, 2009 Thanks, Rael! What a poem. Incredible, but terrifying. Here is another poem that is a little gentler, by Mary Oliver: "Lingering in Happiness" After rain after many days without rain, it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees, and the dampness there, married now to gravity, falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground where it will disappear--but not, of course, vanish except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share, and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss; a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole's tunnel; and soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years, will feel themselves being touched. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
light thoughts Posted July 22, 2009 Report Share Posted July 22, 2009 Sorry, think I just posted my reply in the wrong place! Thanks for Edge, Rael - what a poem, and terrifying, too. This is a gentler poem: "Lingering in Happiness" After rain after many days without rain, it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees, and the dampness there, married now to gravity, falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground where it will disappear--but not, of course, vanish except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share, and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss; a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole's tunnel; and soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years, will feel themselves being touched. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted July 23, 2009 Author Report Share Posted July 23, 2009 you are a friend, you are a traitor you are the one, you are not here you are to me, my whole desire you are not here, when will you be you make me wait, you keep me guessing you are my world, but dont let me in' you want me now, but not tommorow you keep me tight, but let me loose you are today, you make me feel you share yourself, but only just you miss me, but not enough you let me down, you pick me up you take me there, you bring me back you are the one, you are not here I miss you so much Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted July 23, 2009 Author Report Share Posted July 23, 2009 for saking, for taking you can have it both ways i need you, I hate you you keep me waiting always come to me, you know you should I am you heart, your soul to mind we may get through this frustration if we are free to live and love so come to me, you know you want to and I want you as much as life cant break free from this self destruction that keep me silent in my world I think that you do understand cos you are going through the same reach out and say what you are thinking its easier to hide behind closed minds reach out and see the full potential deny what you think otherwise take each minute as a new life born without a care or worry or drown in thoughts that may be just ours and no one really thinks that way for once be brave, take the test trust yourself to be ok For one day it might all be gone. just like that. what a waste. Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted August 5, 2009 Author Report Share Posted August 5, 2009 Change is it change that we strive for or unchanged acceptance or more can change make a difference or improve what makes us tense is change necessary for the trial to travel on for many miles or is it okay just to be who you are and who is me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gavin Posted August 11, 2009 Report Share Posted August 11, 2009 I loved all your poems; they live in the private residence Of the heart, all composed from that dark chasm, a real Current of passion, all with the various shades that document Your life, poetry are the gauze that cover the pain; gavin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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