princesa: @chistar:
yeah, you don't have to be a poet to write a poem. Heck! you don't even have to be a writer to write a poem. Poem for me, should flow from the deep recess of our emotions. This emotions become the pen to write, while our knowledge of whatever language we want to use to express it, becomes our paper. So you need ur emotions and language to flow out with your poem making it become a piece of cake.

And for the records, your poem is nice, very deep, strong and emotional, just the way i like. So Let me officialy welcome you to my poem haven.


@oma4u
yes, i write from the deepest part of my heart and not necessarily when am hurt or sad, but basically how i feel at that moment, poem to me has never been about struggling because As always, am a fan of 'as the spirit leads' whenever. You're officialy welcomed to my poem haven too.


@jodekss
indeed, the world is like the tiny ball silly kids toss about, someday its good, another day bad, and yet another day wonderful. I guess that's why its survived all through ages even as men come and go... We sure need the grace of God in everything. Thanks for dropping by

princesa: '...the reality of my caged
personality
to be free in time by
circumstances.'

i loved this lines more Justice, welcome to my poem haven and feel Free to explore


@jodekss
that particular Shakespeare's sonnets has graced this thread before, posted by badmusace. And indeed its kinda of one of the only poem i love in all his works.

Justiceenams: . FEAR
Awaken by the voices within
my reality and dream
so much of a twin
i journey thru my heart
down to the deep thought of my mind to find who i am

being so nervous
am much of a cameleon
my inner most self nomore
my eye's see my actions
i must find my self
i ask 'who am i'

the voices i hear scare me
but,they come from within
who are you?i wish to ask
i am you'i know the answer
a loud whisper i hear
clearly i hear d whisper loud

my hands weak
my legs cold
for i know not what i wud do next
my eyes closed yet,i see
i see not my dream
but, the reality of my caged
personality
to be free in time by
circumstances.

timpaker:
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firestar:
(Viewing)

Jodekss:
@chistar, really, penning in general has to do with emotion and imaginary abilities. Your poem sound so sad and laced with wearisome experiences but da tail end tell the story of how mean you are to make it in life inspite... Much love...

princesa: Ur road this night is wistful and lonely...

And i hope you get the pity needed to take you to your love...

firestar: I fell right in
Wide eyed and walled
Your proof smelt of sin
And yet danced to the beat
A broken tango stalled
No rhythm, no heat

What the hell are you on about?
Wrong, I made sure
To fall right out.

timpaker: Stranded on the road again
With a pack of cigarette and jar of wine
And a snoozed up box and a leaked tank
In a cold-desert known as end of the world
My heart scampers for a soul for help
With furriest echoes breaking the wind's voice
And the soring sky eclipsing the benumbed night

Stranded on the road like before
With a dead battery and a panicked gaze -
I watched my lazy jalopy as it relaxes by the road side
Clad in smokes and grimes down to top
Its tyres are worn-out like my childhood toothbrush
And its eyes are cracked and broken

Stranded on the road
Locked deep in superficial meditation
While I smoke away and get drunk
Passersby honk and zoomed by
Veering left to right from a potential casualty
Me! Whose pity will I win for a ride to my love?
I'm by the side waiting for sleep to possess me
Nay to the bed of death in whose comfort I might find myself

firestar: I fell right in
Wide eyed and walled
Your proof smelt of sin
And yet danced to the beat
A broken tango stalled
No rhythm, no heat

What the hell are you on about?
Wrong, I made sure
To fall right out.

princesa: The road this night is painful and sad...


I feel like the world caved upon my shoulders
My eyes hurt from unshed tears
It feels like am swaying in circles
Drawn by a pool of wet whirlwind
I don't know what I miss
But i feel the ache in every breath

I don't know what I miss
but i know my heart is sad and empty
Blurred emotions that cuts deeper than knives
Every turn is strength sapping
And kneels obstinate for a single word of prayer
I need angels to draw out the hurt
Put smiles that can last for a single while
This world ain't friendly
Just a haze of painful emotions

I don't know what am missing
But i feel like I've lost a precious thing

princesa:
There i sat
Playing with my dress
Relishing the great pleasure
Of my legs beneath the sand
With my face to the moon
Hearing the sweet lullaby of the stars
There i sat
peaceful and calm

Till...
The rain shrouded the moon
The stars took off on their heels
The ocean overflowed its banks
And washed off the sands that adored my legs
I was left soaked in the mud
My dress became a dirty thorn
And my tears drowned in the sea

How hard i wept
My innocence taken from me
And even harder i wept
When i remembered that rain was you.

****

Jodekss: supra-orgasmic. Kudos sir

guy, that shakespearean sonnet is difficult ooooo. that's the only form of poetry i have never delve into (maybe cuz I'm not a fan of his)
@firesta ....

timpaker:

guy, that shakespearean sonnet is difficult ooooo. that's the only form of poetry i have never delve into (maybe cuz I'm not a fan of his)
@firesta ....

badmusace:
SONNET 13
To my naïve ears the wise to me prove
With their tongues, (all of truth they say have known),
To restrain passion in affairs of love.
'He who act thus', quoth they, 'controls and owns
The treasured steering of relationship,
And who more does it befit to own such
Than the dominant male in a courtship.'
Governing my reasoning has this done so much;
Then on this my path affixed you came across
And all these reasoning jettisoned have I,
Unleashing all of love's own passion; thus,
This ship in your hands the steering doth lie,
As words of the wise have I laid to rest
Hearkening to that voice beating in my chest.