Serious Poetry Day

My mind was as blank as the paper, My pen hovered waiting to write, I tried to see thoughts that were hiding, But the paper still remained white. At last something was forming in my mind, A flashing spark of creativity, The ink was now flowing from the pen tip, My thoughts for the world to see. My imagination was in overdrive, I wrote of dragons, ghosts, and lollipops, Leprechauns, fairies and goblins, Talking animals, unicorns and gumdrops. I proudly handed my paper over to Dawn, She asked me, sounding awfully curious, "This is weird and strange, were you trying to be funny?" I told her of course not.......this poem is quite serious! The End

For Dawnald, Off The Top of My Head ;;;written 3/11/09 Dawnald with her silly poems brings joy to those of us who put our happy pens to paper and enjoy the brainy fuss that comes with trying to create a work we want to share with all our friends here on the Lot safe to lay our souls out bare knowing in our heart of hearts no judgement will be placed but gently read with loving eyes our words will be embraced. So I, for one, do offer this - this poem, for what it's worth and dedicate to all of you these words I've just put forth.

Warning! Warning! I do NOT do the rhyme thing...........I'm a die hard T.S.Eliot groupie. That said, here are my humble offerings: 1972 There is a candle burning Soft Lonely Almost without light But I can see you Curled up in the corner of my bed Hiding from my candle Trying to escape into sleep And the thought crosses my mind As I scratch my way across this page That it is not the candle you seek to escape It is the responsibility of loving me........ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1971 It was the stillness that made me listen And the darkness that made me see You standing there whispering into the wind And from your vantage point atop the tallest rock The moon broke over the pines high and round And lonelier than I Hidden in the shadows watching, listening And trying to understand What you were whispering into the wind Why to the wind and not I? Note: I never titled my poems. I only 'dated' them with the year they were written.

Here's another one: Written mnay years ago. I keep my stuff on a flash drive and just happened to have it in my bag [b]The Beginning: Slowly and delicately You peeled form my my life-earned skins. each one discarded after a gentle caress, and my tears fell reluctantly. Silently, yet lovingly, you removed each layer, tugging relentlessly, and when I felt naked, bare, alone, exposed, you un-peeled Yet anothe hardened callus until my Hurting soul erupted and purged itself Of semi forgotten hurts and dreams. I painted the air with them and Exposed their truth before they Crumbled into unimportance before me. Now. desolate, void and lost, you took this Fragile soul to yourself and blew gently on it; Temderly filling the empty spaces with your presence. and we began our love.[/b]

That was a very good poem and I really enjoyed it. It reminded me of someone that I think about from time to time. Sometimes I wonder if they are still thinking about me too? Oh well, I could go on and on telling about how this person influenced my life but I don't know if they really realize how important they were to me. And I'm not one much for holding regrets over the past. But I still dream/think about things and how it used to be. Your poem made me reflect upon it. So I will just leave it at this for right now believing that whatever will be will be!........... thanks for sharing, it was beautiful.

Unknown Start There was a man standing on the corner, On the edge of the start of his new life, He had seen the end in his girlfriend's eyes, When they knew there was no beginning, They needed a break from the mindless talk, But all they really needed was a long walk, He was wanting to tell her how sad he was, But she wouldn't give him the chance because, He wasn't the only person on her mind, The father of the baby she would still find, When she wanted love and care, I tried, But it always ends up fighting whilest we cryed, Now I can see the end as clear as day, I know I gave it my best, I Didn't want it this way, She will eventually see where she went wrong, When she hears the lyrics in my new song, This is the relationship that had fallen apart, The one, The one with the unknowen start. By Dan Alldred

Serious Poetry Day..... I'm SERIOUSLY not a poet . "While the Soul of You Balances and Finds Its Footing" Can I hear what you want to say? Should I even try? Just let the wheel spin, and with intention be present While the soul of you balances and finds its footing. The heat makes us solid while others might melt, Firing out imperfections. Simultaneously bringing out your character While the soul of you balances and finds its footing. Being a part of your journey has been my pleasure, Wrought with lessons. Sand and silica hardening your contours and shape While the soul of you balances and finds its footing.

hi.. i used to write poems earlier..then dad stopped me from writing..i used to write them as vent for me..most on occasions which either made me thnk or atleast paused my life for a moment..they were mostly serious..on lives of ppl influenced me and my thinking.. dont know wat to do about them now...??

I love writing poetry and mostly of my poems are serious. I loved the first one you posted. It is so wonderful and romantic, so simple yet it says so much. THe second one is very powerful too says a lot about the idea of love.

Come to me my love, And once again me mine. Cross the line that I cannot Between your midnight world and mine. And, that is all I can remember of that one. I never wrote it down. I never wrote any of my stuff down when I was writing. When I needed to get something out, I always went to a site and typed it out, then never went back to it. I was in a very dark place in my head, at the time. I do remember that the rest of this one was really kind of morbid, I just don't remember the words.

I like I dream about you, that one gets my vote, the possibilities are endless once you engage your imagination. The other poem is somewhat predictable to me. I like mystery.

The Song Writer The words he wrote from within Moved so many with out Yet he could only stand still Filled with sadness and self doubt The flow was always smooth and seamless With ease the crowds rode the waves No one saw the hidden storm No sign of the island his heart craves His ship tossed and turned Alone in the crowd, lost at sea Would be friends were to late learned When finally himself he set free He left but one clue to answer the why The loss then felt by the song last sung All he wished was for tender touches of the heart Not for tears nor bells to be rung He had more then he knew in the young one left He couldn’t see his worth, his good Her heart lost to his broken mirror She took it in as good children should The words she wrote from with in Moved so many with out She only knew smiles of joy Taking away sadness and doubt TLCHIMES 2007

Your sweaty odor Fleshy deep dark night And my mingled soul. She cried her hand I showed her the Path to the temple. Sound of ancient Gong Reminds me of civilization Let darkness hold my love. Yawning night sleeps on my lap You and I make love In the ocean filled hearts of desire. This poem written last year somehow I felt suited here.

Slipin she says we are slipin our stocks are diping i try to invest but its all a big mess i want it to be but does she what would i do if she goes i dont know but if she choose to go ill let it be i will still love her but will she love me snap snap lol