Poetry

[@anyry 105]

Silence

 

 

I am silent when I want to hide

I veil myself in silence

and wear the cloak of silence

I wear a mask of silence

which prevents people to see through me

inside me

 

Because I want to become invisible

I dress myself in the coat of silence

I become unreadable

Absent yet having given an answer

Which the others desperately try to decode

[@anyry 105]

Cloudbusting

 

 

I

[@anyry 105]

Immortality

 

 

I saw clouds lying on the ground

Wet from the morning dew

Soft and silvery coloured

There where the sky is free

I saw the castle where

I could find immortality

 

To get there I had to fly

To fly I had to feel happy

To feel happy I had to go on a quest

To find happiness in a strange place

To learn how to feel happy

And there the one who failed was doomed to die

Falling down while flying high in the sky

 

Among the strange ruins

I had to learn happiness

To fly over the sea and the buildings

To be able to return

There where the sky is free

 

I heard someone else talking about

A place where he saw

Stars lying on the ground

 

Was my vision of immortality

Just an imperfect dream?

[Shadow and Light 76]

..This then is life,

Here is what has come to the surface after so many

throes and convulsions.

 

How curious!how real!

Uderfoot the divine soil, overhead the sun.

..

Each is not for its own sake,

I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are

for religion's sake.

I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough,

None has ever yet adored or worship'd half enough,

None has begun to think how divine he himself is,

and how certain the future is.

..

Because having look'd at the objects of the universe,

I find there is no one nor any particle of one but

has reference to the soul.

..

 

Walt Whitman

[Shadow and Light 76]

Song of Myself

 

I Celebrate myself, and sing myself..

..Creeds and schools in abeyance,

Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but

never forgotten,

I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard..

The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation

it is odorless,

It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,

I will go to the bank by the wood and become

undisguised and naked..

[La paraul din marginea padurii ma voi duce,

sa fiu gol si neprefacut..]

I believe in you my soul..

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe,

and am not contain'd between my hat and boots..

I come and I depart..

I am of old and young, of foolish as much as the wise..

In all people I see myself..

I know I am solid and sound,

To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,

All are written to me, andI must get what the writing means.

I know I am deathless..

I know I am august,

I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood..

I am the poet of the Body and the poet of the Soul

The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me..

Dazzling and tremendous how quik the sun-rise would kill me,

If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me..

 

Walt Whitman

[wicked_Flavia 0]

Would a tear make a difference

if sometimes I look back, and

I don`t myself? Where is the past?

I am not unhappy, but I want so much

that perfect feeling named love!

If you see a flower, don`t destroy it,

You don`t know anything about God`s creation!

I don`t have the right to judge people,

But the obligation to understand them.

Sometimes I feel like a newborn because

I don`t find in me the power of hatred,

of revenge, of destruction.

Instead I find the gift of forgiveness,

of inner peace.

These feelings make me invincible, but not superior.

I am aware that there is always someone better than me...

 

Creatie proprie...

 

 

seris acum...sun o groaza de greseli acolo...corecteaza-le :tease:

[vesperala 17]

do not know the author...only the nick of someone else who posted...somewhere else...LostintheWhirlwind...it seems to be herself the author..:shifty:

Counting the Stars

I think I shall write a poem

About writing poems

Simply because

The repetitiveness of that above statement

Amuses me.

Life in general amuses me.

How we all think we

Editat Martie 7, 2007 de vesperala

[Miss Bitch 343]

Never say "I love you"

If you really don't care

Never talk about feelings

If they aren't really there

Never hold my hand

If you're gonna break my heart

Never say you're going to...

If you don't plan to start

Never look into my eyes

If all you do is lie...

Never say hi

If you really mean goodbye

If you really mean forever

Then say you will try

Never say forever

Cuz forever makes me cry... :-

[neptunia 0]

In my oppinion writing english poetry by a non-nativine speaker would be considered difficult.That means real artistry in using expressions,words -in one word this is a stage of perfection in achieving someting that is more than simple,mumble words.I have many posts written on english literature network forum,dedicated to poetry,or other interesting pieces of mind.

Reading a lot is also strongly recommended.

Good poetry means generous thoughts,a gifted inside,deep feellings ,inspiration -which is a blessing.

 

A reader is easily touched by the music of those sonnets written with a perfect measure ,by Shakespeare.Magic lines which correspond to the feelings of the young poet,ready to give in and to be given love:it transcends the autobiographical ,personal side,taking on general,perpetual significance.Poetry is like love,never enough for those in a perpetual active state of mind,interested in subjects related to art.

 

My poetry shows that personal side which is the reflection of the inner soul.Humble but strong,vivid sometimes a reflection of anger,distrust, and havina spontaneous drive for which is beyond the human destiny.

[Abbie M. 6295]

Censored :roll: .

Editat Martie 15, 2010 de Finnian