Some Poems

[Nerdanel]

*smiles* good to hear..

[ayra]

Rain
_____________
Rain, rain,
We thank God for
Rain
No ifs, ands, or ors
Thank you God for rain

All day,
All night,
Yesterday,
Last night

This morning,
Let it rain
This evening,
More rain

Yeah,
Rain!

[Nerdanel]

This is something I wrote based on a photo of my brother from when we visited an amusement park.. I love the photo.

http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l7...aahhh2orig.jpg

Breathe/Free

Flying higher, higher, falling,
down through the clean air I'm whirling,
on the softest grass I'm lolling
until my heart stops beating.

I close my eyes to see the world,
I open my mouth to smell the truth
I spread my wings to feel me falling,
I scream my rush into the silence

Hearing a pulse in my voice,
there's no way to rejoice
like this, and my first choice
is the drug of life, always.

[Nerdanel]

I'm still working on this one.. And I'd be happy to get some constructive criticism, especially on the language (if there are errors and such).

3D

Time
Through Time we travel,
through an unknown medium
of life and age.
At Times we realize
the limits there are
have been forgotten.
We fade like a colour
on a big wall of stories
the stories we’ll never tell.
Time passes along invisible paths
where lives get lost
to never find their way back.

Space
In Space there are no limits,
no limits serves no end
and gives nothing to hold on to.
Through Space we travel,
with no destination
to the end that never was.
Space is endless but ours is not
when Time sets limits
no one can cross.
Time and Space, Space and Time
the two dimensions,
the cornerstones to build lives upon.

Us
In Time and in Space I travelled
until I found an alternative way,
until I found the third dimension.
Now I’m falling and I’m flying,
both at the same Time,
in a Space without up and down.
Through us there is a meaning
for life to keep on walking
after getting lost and never go back.
We have a beginning,
we have an end,
we have everything between.

[Nerdanel]

I'm just going to continue.. More poems.

Defrosted

Arriving home, late,
burning
finally being defrosted

Trembling with keys
feeling
my way through the dark

Thrown on the bed
impatient
dragging myself back up

Invoked by fresh air
rushing
closing doors, opening others

The rain.. The rain calming
quenching
a thirst, a fire on my skin

Thirsting, burning, yearning
walking
out on the quiet streets

A city in a deep sleep
breathing
the rain, calming, calming

Empty benches
listening
full of stories, lives, dreams

Resting I can hear them
sighing
but comforting, always ready

A night of awoken dreams
floating
visiting listeners under burning trees

Continous movement
calming
tonight I'm listening

Lying down under the stars
sensating
no worries can find me here

Different stories, different lives
benches
alone or in pairs

Washed clean, calm, warm
pure
with tragedies, comedies, lives

Waking up at sunrise
twitching
rising, greeting the sun

Slowly walking homeward
smiling
ready to burn again, ready to move on

[Lady Ravyn]

nerdy! i think ur writing gets better and better!

i've written lots lately... let's see... o! here's one that rhymes!

"Unsurity"

Standing on a precipice,
looking down below
wond'ring where this journey takes me,
wondering how far I'll go.

Indecision on the wind
that bites through flesh and bone;
the ground 'neath my feet crumbling,
in my unsurity, I'm alone.

If others see that welcomed light
in that silent darkness yonder,
why can't I just believe it's there?
But instead I start to ponder:

If I jump and don't hit bottm,
will I fall for all eternity?
That screaming blackness as my home,
no solid ground for security?

But I've trveled far to be at this ledge,
tears cried, pain felt, much sorrow;
so I'll leap today, and pray my feet
hit sweet, soft earth tomorrow.

[Lady Ravyn]

look! a SONG!!

No Longer the Hero

Tired of playing hero,
I think I'm going to fly on.
I can't always be your shelter,
can't be there for you to cry on.

This rock has many cracks,
and this solid ground is quaking;
I look down at my firm hand,
and notice that it's shaking.

(Chorus)
So help me bare your burdens
'Cuz I'm weighed down with your load.
Don't mind being your partner
down this wicked, rocky road.
But I've got my own worries,
and you're adding to them daily,
don't make me be the hero,
'Cuz I need someone to save me.

My mind was never strong;
now it's breaking with the strain.
I feel the tension pulling,
on both my heart and brain.

There's an aching in my chest
where I keep your troubles caged;
it's deep in a moral battle
that my common sense has raged.

Don't ask much more of this soul
for my own darkness is stirring.
The line between my life and yours
is ever-slowly blurring.

Chorus

(Bridge)
If you value me as harbor,
then seek another port.
A storm's on the horizon,
and to you I must resort.
It's your turn to be my solace,
now you have to hear my cry.
Save this once strong soul;
don't leave me here to die.

Chorus 2x's

[Lady Ravyn]

and some more sutff lol (told ya i was busy...)

Leather-Clad Pseudo-Men

Little boys get
leather jackets
when they turn
into men.

Leather jackets
signify that
in cryptic ways,
I guess:

'Cause you need
big, broad shoulders
to wear one well-
like Arnold did.

But do you want
to know what I think?
'Bout these
leather-clad machismos?

I think they're still
just little boys
who cry for Mommy
in their minds;

Think they need those
leather jackets
to make their
shoulders broader.

and in response to something my friend peter said about that one...

Princesses, Pinkies, and Curls )Oh My!)

So do you know
our secret?
Those of us with breasts?
The secret of eternal youth that rests

inside us?
Very simply-
we're all little girls
the curls

on our foreheads
never left;
if you look hard enough
you'll see the stuff

we're made of
may not always seem like
sugar and spice
but even nice

gets tarnished with years
of wear and tear.
Our pinky's are clad
with boyfriends and Dad

who will always dote
on our inner-Princess.
See? That inner
royal being
is seen

by others-
not on the surface always,
but there,
waiting to be cared

for,
and served,
and waited on,
and listened to,
by those the Princess,
sometimes a Queen,
deems

our inferior.
Long live
Her Royal Majesty.

[Ireth]

I love your songs/poetry Lady Ravyn.

[Lady Ravyn]

thanx!

do you have any? if so, you should put 'em up!

[Lady Ravyn]

Trying to Save a Life

And you both stand,
Facing each other
With hands over ears,
Screaming 'til your throats are raw.

But nothing gets accomplished
When no one listens
To cries in the night
Nothing gets done
When no one wants to bend.

So we sit on the side lines
Out-reached hands
Trying to console;
Trying to fix it.

Tears stream
Down my face for you;
And all you can hear
Are the sounds of your own fury,
The sounds of your own pain.

Nothing can change
When the spectators
Do more than those
In the game.

[Nerdanel]

A Tribute to Freedom

Spectacular spectacles
floating in red, white and blue
Fifty sleeping miracles
thirteen more reasons to sue

Black coffee in the morning,
hot apple pie at noon
A greasy doughnut with icing,
double cheese at full moon

Music in all colours,
people voluntarily locked in
Everyone with secret lovers,
no guilt after confessing sin

Cars bigger than anyone's God,
freeways leading nowhere
Crazy people going abroad
- dangerous are those who dare

Freedom is to be released,
hope to wait for a leader
Faith is a treasure increased,
heaven no place for a bleeder

Bigger is always better,
less is never more
Creating a thought and writing a letter
makes the listless head sore

Safety is to close borders,
building walls to keep change out
Sin is causing disorders
in a screaming nation unable to shout

Material riches for those who are blessed,
buying return-tickets to heaven
Hiding the weak and obsessed
in front of dr. Phil at seven

Hid behind make-up and fake noses
are people, screaming in pillows
Boys named nothing less than Moses,
girls preparing to be widows

A nation with only one dream;
to fight their fight, alone in glory
Remembering to smile and never scream,
to get loved for their success story

Seeing a reflection in the mirror,
denying relatedness
Hiding the domestic terror
behind a fanatic bureaucratic mess

Spectacular spectacles
and a whole nation for sale
Ten-dollar miracles
and no room to fail

[Jonathan]

Originally Posted by Nerdanel

A Tribute to Freedom

Wow, what a poem. I love it!

Originally Posted by Nerdanel

3D

I'm still working on this one.. And I'd be happy to get some constructive criticism, especially on the language (if there are errors and such).

// Time passes along invisible paths
where lives get lost
to never find their ways back //

I'd write "find their way back". I'm not a native English speaker but a search on Google generates a million hits for "their way back" and only 800 for "their ways back"

I find this a great poem too. Good job Nerdy!

[Nerdanel]

Originally Posted by Jonathan

Wow, what a poem. I love it!

I'd write "find their way back". I'm not a native English speaker but a search on Google generates a million hits for "their way back" and only 800 for "their ways back"

I find this a great poem too. Good job Nerdy!

Thank you, Jon! I really appreciate the help.. Now that you mentioned it, it does sound better.. I'll change it.

[Nerdanel]

Stuck

I woke up this morning
feeling kind of stuck
I couldn't move and I thought,
"Well, that's my luck"

I tried to stretch my arms and legs,
but nothing happened, nothing moved
I tried to use my powerful mind,
but my peculiar situation wasn't improved.

So, I thought, seems I'm through
stuck in my bed with nothing else to do
than rest my head and my weary body too
and wait until the sun is new.

_________________

Traces of You

I'm out here looking
for traces of you
in the city of sleeping nightmares,
on bleeding streets of clotted oil

If I only knew now
what I knew then
But facts change and reality rebuilds
as we live and let our minds degrade

So here I am, searching
under stone, bush and warm blankets
for pieces and parts of you,
for hints to prove you weren't just a dream

_________________

In My Dreams

I see them running around the corners of this room of mine,
I see them playing like dandelion children in the sun
I feel the breeze from their smiles through the window,
I feel they've experienced everything I've ever done

I can never leave this room, it's mine and it's in me
like I am in it and I'm a part of it, inseparable
I sense the world outside, but it's nothing but a vibe
like a crack in the mirror, irreparable

Here between my own walls I fear nothing,
everything can be run from except yourself
Now there is nothing to hide behind,
and everything I can do is face myself

But my face is not mine anymore, it's gone
it's twisted and distorted by the old windows
I can never get lost again, never step outside
And even now, I don't know what follows

In my dreams I stand on the brink of freedom,
casting one last glance at the past
then taking off, never looking back again
Entering the mist of the future, at last

But when I wake up it's all gone, I'm gone
but I can still see it, clearly
For outside the children still play, free and unbound
and all I can do is hope they stay that way, sincerely

[katya]

Am trying to write again lately.

you know i'm here

the nights, alone and cold,
stretch out into forever
resisting sleep for a little longer
it's thinking of you
and wondering,
are you there waiting for me?
that is lonelier than your absence

[Nerdanel]

Sweet Insomnia

I haven’t slept for days

Every morning I’ve been awake
watching the sun’s first rays
Every night,
the moon in a new phase

I haven’t closed my eyes
not felt like slumbering
But there’s nothing wrong
nothing I find bothering

You’re just too beautiful when you sleep

[Lady Ravyn]

"A Crowd Not Our Own"

We only get old
To get younger,
Tryin' to fit in
With little ones beneath us
Who are young
And tryin' to get older,
To fit in with us up above.

And we only get wise
To dumb down,
Tryin' to fit in
With the stupid ones below
Who are dumb
And tryin' to get wiser,
To fit in with us way up here.

So the aging comes
And the oldness goes,
While the wisdom grows
And the ignorance starts;
And the world spins 'round
While we all try changin'-
Tryin' to fit in
With a crowd not our own.
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"Curls and Sunshine"

i remember you
from back then,
when you were all
curls and sunshine;
before sex drugs and rock 'n roll.

and isn't it funny
how i still think about
the way you said hello
when you answered the phone?

except that last time;
do you remember that?

when i called you
from the Darkness
and reached out
with a "hello"
and a quiet "help me"?

your hello
was different then
as you said it
with your
shakey cigarette voice
and i wondered
what had happened
to that
pretty little blonde girl?

and you ignored my
silent plea;
for you had demons
of your own-

and what good
are two wounded birds
to one another?

but i miss you sometimes;
you and your
sunny day smile.

[Nerdanel]

very nice poems, lady. the first one is actually about something i've thought a lot about.. well, frankly we're never happy with where and who we are but always strive for something else.
i like the second one quite a lot too, especially the second verse from the end. great job.

[Nerdanel]

The title of this one is a pun (that is, I know the word is actually written believer ) and a response to a poem by an online friend of mine: hers is called Ayouist (a pun on 'atheist'). She's a believer, I'm an atheist. This is, of course, about more than that, though.. I've found myself very, very frustrated with the church and my parents lately, mostly because of child baptism. Okay, I won't babble anymore now.. X)

Beleaver

‘Live like it’s your last day‘, they say
so I sway all the way until the day
when the truth is on display
and everyone’s gone away

Double are the morals they preach
as the simplicity of the minds they teach
Lies, unreachable skies and despise in their speech
all their goals are out of reach

Everything we wish for they ban
Every plan, every man they scan
Like the oppression, the wars they began
Like those people who died, ‘twas from them they ran

I want to trust myself in what I do
but they make me think I have no clue as to
what is false and what is true:
everything I knew grew and tore me in two

‘Leave your ugly lust behind
and hide until your mind’s refined’
So you ask me to be actively blind
and suppress the true nature of my kind

Because of religion I’m in pain
of what I did out that late in the rain:
‘What’s that look, what’s that stain,
is it joy your heart and mind contain!’