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Bear31
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Welcome to Poetry in Motion! If you are a writer like myself, you may need a creative outlet from time to time. This is the perfect platform to be read and maybe to receive some feedback as well if you prefer it! Before I start with some poems I have written myself, I need to lay some ground rules here on top TOS that you all should/are following already. Here they are:
1. When writing, make sure to sign your works.......use a pen name/your handle/or real name (if you feel comfortable sharing your real name). This way, it is yours and stays yours without room for being plagiarized ect.
2. If you do read these poems and want to offer some feedback to those who request it, be kind and courteous. Tact is something that needs to be practiced here and negativeness/insults will NOT be tolerated.
3. No vulgar/offensive works please.......it is fine that you write them on your own, but it is against TOS. Plus, teens and who knows who else may see them too.
4. Have fun with it!!
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Untitled by Bear31
A loss for words,
poetic graces fall.
A feeling roams around life,
like a ghost that haunts.
A need for something,
but nothing tangible.
Always this talk of someone,
even more with passionate words but to no avail.
A show of a little heart,
and emotions of a beautiful soul.
Yet no eyes nor ears glance or turn my way,
the road in front of me empty.
A friendly face comes in,
and tells me that my time will come.
That veil will be lifted,
the passionate stranger dreamt of known.
Fate supposedly has its ways,
but the stubborn fog still hangs in front of my face.
As the clock ticks on its tracks,
I let my faithful ghost roam.
While it comes and goes,
everything focuses on matters at hand and not heart.
A puzzle that I am eager to solve,
to make the unstable stable once more.
A sigh and a breath,
a steady beat of the heart.
I take my steps carefully,
and hope.
1. When writing, make sure to sign your works.......use a pen name/your handle/or real name (if you feel comfortable sharing your real name). This way, it is yours and stays yours without room for being plagiarized ect.
2. If you do read these poems and want to offer some feedback to those who request it, be kind and courteous. Tact is something that needs to be practiced here and negativeness/insults will NOT be tolerated.
3. No vulgar/offensive works please.......it is fine that you write them on your own, but it is against TOS. Plus, teens and who knows who else may see them too.
4. Have fun with it!!
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Untitled by Bear31
A loss for words,
poetic graces fall.
A feeling roams around life,
like a ghost that haunts.
A need for something,
but nothing tangible.
Always this talk of someone,
even more with passionate words but to no avail.
A show of a little heart,
and emotions of a beautiful soul.
Yet no eyes nor ears glance or turn my way,
the road in front of me empty.
A friendly face comes in,
and tells me that my time will come.
That veil will be lifted,
the passionate stranger dreamt of known.
Fate supposedly has its ways,
but the stubborn fog still hangs in front of my face.
As the clock ticks on its tracks,
I let my faithful ghost roam.
While it comes and goes,
everything focuses on matters at hand and not heart.
A puzzle that I am eager to solve,
to make the unstable stable once more.
A sigh and a breath,
a steady beat of the heart.
I take my steps carefully,
and hope.
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Comments
Wounded in Battle
Under the shade of a tree is where I lie .
My leg peirced by a minieball
I will mist likely die.
Around me is shot and shell
as I scream out " Give johnny 🐸🐸🐸🐸!!!".
The cannon thunder shakes the ground.
Comrades are fallen all around .
My canteen now dry as i thirst
as i think to myself " i am cursed ".
A General rides by on horse
as the infantry comes out in force.
As i see the colors held oh so high
I take one last breath and i die .
Who was There
Who was there to hold your hand
and to say " I understand "?
Who was there when you were down
and you wore a mighty frown ?
Who was there when you cried
and in whom you did confide ?
Who is this person you call friend
and on which you can depend .
Pictures
Pictures are painted in many ways
the poet their pen the actor their plays .
You can be anything from philosopher to architect ,
no mater what you are your art you reflect .
You could be a smith making a knife , or a preacher blessing a life .
You might be a singer or dancer too .
There are pictures in me , there are pictures in you .
The Worst Addiction
Caffeine i s a drug and addictive as hel.l .
The worst thing about it is it's legal to sell .
My bloods probably brown cause i drink coffee all day .
Im a caffeineaholic what can i say ?
Its 99Cent for a 20 oz cup
I don't know about you but I'D drink it up .
If its free refil those are a pain .
I would go back again and again .
Pray you dont get addicted as bad as me
or you'll be home all day drinking coffee and tea
All poems by Coffefreak4life
Plumbob green and bright
lights the way for me at night,
I'm scared of the dark.
Llama's fur is soft,
they like it when I touch them,
too bad that they spit.
Don Lothario
is a really nice guy, but
he has a dark side.
This is a haiku,
it is really hard to write
but fun all the same.
Bella Goth works out
but she doesn't really sweat,
she smells really nice.
I'm out of Haiku
so I'm going to stop now,
thank you for reading.
- BobTheLlama x
soup it was added in sours
people eating it glowers
meats were forced to take showers
all spices fight them but scours
other vegetables had tried hard but cowers
on a table they stand as towers
day by day we can only count by the hours
no vegetables should have these powers
this type of virtue just can't be ours
-Narrated by Morgan Freeman
My simblr: http://chiefdancingbear.tumblr.com/
Let go Regret
Regrets we have many,
but told never to look back,
for if we do our spirit it attacks.
Let go, regret
never let it grab hold,
or your spirit will have aged
before you are old.
Regrets are bound by memories
but keep them in the past.
Making new and better ones
will keep you steadfast.
Let go, regret
never let it grab hold,
or your spirit will have aged
before you are old .
Never sit and wallow .
Always find a friend.
No matter how you may feel
They'll be there till the end.
No mater how dire your straights
never fear a friend to call
for on that day you do its likely you will fall.
Let go, regret
never let it grab hold,
or your spirit will have aged
before you are old .
Let go, regret
never let it grab hold,
or your spirit will have aged
before you are old .
A Childs Regret
Im tired , im weak
i cant let her go
i kneel down beside her
in the cold snow
Childhood 's Shattered . childhood Dreams .
The Child Regrets The Child Screams
I din't mean to ski so fast
She was doing so well until that last...
My parents said to take it slow
But me peh of course not no
.
Childhood 's Shattered . childhood Dreams .
The Child Regrets The Child Screams
Please Please i scram but not a word
A voice like mine can not be hreard
Childhood 's Shattered . childhood Dreams .
The Child Regrets The Child Screams
A childs voice so oft unheard .
so i carry her off on my own accord .
The Soldier
Winter quarters here no more
battle lines drawn
we march to war
many friends gone
Another minie ball zips by my head
Another comrade by me dead
The carnage of war is all around
I must say it is astound...
SIMS
Simmers we will always be
Indeed no normal gamers could you call we
Many simmers many types of craft
So if you're not a simmer you must be daft
Toys
Light Bright,
Matchbox, Micros,dice .
Delight.
Lined up,
set and ready
to play
My toys
desires dreams
my joys .
All poems by Coffefreak4life
My simblr: http://chiefdancingbear.tumblr.com/
They are and I just want to feel it,
be surrounded by it.
Day in and day out,
thats just a pleasure that I want to feel.
I feel it every time I move,
every scent I smell.
In the bloom of the roses deep,
it washes over me and bowls me over.
The soft touch,
the rapid movement in slow motion.
When you reach to tuck a strand of hair,
it makes my senses tingle.
Its the time that I feel every nerve begin to twitch,
that rapid breath, when my heart picks up it speed.
And suddenly it happens,
that softness upon my lips.
That gentle push and I am off my feet.
It seems as I float as I fly that I am surrounded in a bubble.
I am weightless but falling all at once,
in and out a tide pulls me and pushes me all around.
Deep sighs and exhausted breaths play into my ear,
I love you, I love you seems to be the beat of a drum near by.
To love to trust to live to die. It moves in currents and ebbs and flows.
Upon the wings of an Angel the Heavens adored,
perfect, hot, sweet, and light I float.
To and fro, back and forth,
slightly and silently to the ground below.
I wake encircled by the arms so strong, where I belong, close to your heart.
My simblr: http://chiefdancingbear.tumblr.com/
Enjoying reading everybody else's poems though.
You mean Let go regret ? the style for the contest that week was as a song and the theme was regret so yes that's how it was stylized ( using the tune to Bonnie blue flag http://www.stephen-foster-songs.de/MP3/amsong10.mp3 ) thank you for the feedback though .
As for your own works i wish i was good at poetry and prose like that but i can never get the meter right for it .I guess im just kind of stuck with rhymes oh well .
Here's another one........
Knock me down,
I'll pick myself up again.
Round one is done,
so let's get at it again.
Like an electric shock,
you are stunned.
Dizzy and sweating,
and I'm only dancing.
An adrenaline rush to the senses,
to make your nerves quiver and shake.
You are aware now,
with your fists clenched.
Impishly smiling with an eyebrow raised,
something is in the mind turning.
Try to trick me,
like those magicians do.
Nope I'm too fast,
trying to fly.
Wheeling my way around the ring,
you follow my every move.
Come at me again,
with those fists of fury.
Passionate rage burns within your heart,
wild and strong.
A quick jibe sends me reeling,
bouncing back as if my heels had springs.
The air between us crackles with energy,
as the dance between us continues.
Flying fists quickly aimed,
find a home and soon I'm on the ground.
Knock me down,
and I'll pick myself up again.
Hand outstretched,
a peace between us.
My simblr: http://chiefdancingbear.tumblr.com/
I'm never broke until I can't afford a cup of coffee
okay, I'm not a poet by any means. I have a difficult time taking anything seriously. But I wanna be a part of this thread, lol. these are some I wrote for school a few years back and I know they're not like anything that was written above and they're mostly rhymey-rhymey - but please don't be mad, I'm not trying to insult your craft!
99 Problems
I think I start just as many problems as boys do
and I know that's true
cos I just got lost
and wrote TV episodes
instead of problems
June 16th
Call this number and tell mommy I love her
Send this letter and tell him he'll be Baby forever
Don't forget me when I'm gone
I'm scared they'll forget I was even born
I don't wanna fight no more
I'm trapped in the soul of a refugee and the body of a (plum)
I've been trying to keep my head up
I've been trying to get my bread up
I'm trying to keep my feet on the ground
I'm trying to be a strong woman who doesn't need to be found
But I've got issues on top of issues
And it's no one else's fault
They're my own (plum) issues
I've got Daddy issues, mommy issues
I've got self-inflicted (plum)-you's
And I'm living like a recluse
Cuz I don't want the world to know
God help me, I've been nothing but his plum
It was the year of the dime
Lil chica in her prime
Found a good man
I got dealt a good hand
Had a house, a car, no job
but hey, I always had stacks on hand
And I was young, innocent
They told me I was heaven-sent
Sure, heaven-sent
Young and innocent
I was naive and dumb,
I put too much faith in the word love
[and there's more but I don't think it's appropriate for the forums]
Damaged
Damaged people have the most dangerous love affairs.
When 2 people seep in to the nooks and cracks of one another's broken hearts -
When they fit together like a puzzle and their hearts align fully when pressed against eachother -
When they desperately long to show what the other desperately longs to feel -
Damaged people have the most dangerous love affairs
They don't see the good in one another
They see their demons
How perfectly they play with one another
Their demons are soulmates, so surely, their hearts will follow
They fall in love with the scars, the blood, the tears
It's not the beauty they see -
It's comforting knowing they're not the only one with the devil inside
Because if they love one another,
Maybe they can learn to love themselves
Damaged people have the most danerous love affairs,
For they are not looking for someone to love,
But someone to fill their empty spaces,
To cover the scars and hide the bruises
No, damaged people want to be saved
By believing that love exists through destruction
That love exists when someone destroys you
That it evolves when you destroy them
They want to numb the cuts and bruises by creating
Ruins in a love of their own
They find comfort in being damaged
Because pure love is uncomfortable and suspicious
So in damaed love, the goal is the heart's obliteration
Just to see if it's real
To us,
Real love only exists in dangerous love affairs
(I'm not sure where I went with that one. I kinda like it but I also think it was a highly-potent 420 day when I wrote it, lol...)
Cut through the lies and 🐸🐸🐸🐸*t,
I got your number so just sit.
You think you're so 🐸🐸🐸🐸 hot,
but let me tell you somethin', you're not.
Love isn't about the looks,
nor is it about the knowledge and books.
Beauty and brains fade through the years,
and what's left are the memories of emotions shared....even the tears.
Personality above all wins out,
and this is what its all about.
Loving someone unconditionally is the key,
no need for idiots that focus on looks alone; for that comes with a fee.
What it is no one can truly tell you,
but from what I heard take loneliness as a clue.
Those of us with the silliest of hearts,
knows just where it all starts.
Whether their souls find their perfect match,
or that their laughter makes each others breaths catch.
One can not tell just by looking on,
because its so easily seen as a con.
A magic trick of sorts that leaves some confused,
but makes others that get what its about amused.
Antics and flairs of affection flung,
and words that soar up to the heavens are sung.
But the true meaning behind all of this you do not see,
and I feel sorry for you which is why I just can't go off and let you be.
Most are in awe of love like this,
and want some of their own bliss.
Unfortunately you are blind to this notion,
and get lost in your own world; your ocean.
You see the blitz of Hollywood's starlight,
and so all your logic takes flight.
Heaven guide you if you think all of your sh.i.t wins the race,
but it shouldn't be me pointing this out; its not my place.
Take those brains that God gave you son,
and put them to good use to ponder what I've said; cause quite frankly, Im done.
My simblr: http://chiefdancingbear.tumblr.com/
I'm sorry, mami
That you got (plum) again
Popped some (plum) again
Took a drive, hoping you wouldn't survive again
Mami, this (plum) is getting old.
You've been pulling this line since I was 7 years old
I remember the yelling and screaming
"Juanita, (plum) porque? tu arruinas mi cena otravez?"
"Hermanita, (plum) porque? Why's mami mad otravez??"
Lord knows I'd never heard of discipline
But I'd heard Mami threaten (plum)
And I'd seen Mami reach for (plum)
And so I followed the rules
and I did well in school
Cuz I thought it was me who kept making Mami cry
and I didn't wanna be the reason my mami said goodbye
I really love this verse right here: That's really powerful for me.
And your finisher:
"Take those brains that God gave you son,
and put them to good use to ponder what I've said; cause quite frankly, Im done."
I love it - I can feel the mic drop and the silence take over.
Thanks! It came out of nowhere......I don't have anyone in my life like that.......I don't NEED anyone, but would like to have someone like that. And one day I got to thinking about how people view others........like they see someone overweight (which, lets face it, I am......but I am working on it) and they don't give me a second glance. They go on looks alone, but are missing out on knowing a great person. I think I am a good person with an awesome sense of humor and have a great personality to boot. But do they see that? Nope. They see that I am overweight and its "lets go to this skinnier chick, she's hot". But what they don't realize is that those who have the bodies, don't have the personality or aren't the kind of person you should surround yourself with. Like, dang, chill on the looks and find out what people are about first.
My simblr: http://chiefdancingbear.tumblr.com/
Thanks, you are very sweet! I have an awesome sense of self, don't mind my situation at all as far as significant others are concerned, and have gotten to a point where its just like "you know what? This is who I am, so deal with it......if you can't, you can move along". And as far as those kinds of games are concerned, I am strictly no nonsense. If I like you, I like you........I won't "play hard to get" or play any mind games ect. I am who I am, and I am proud of it. Most people respond well to that kind of honesty, so if they don't then dang.........so sorry for them. And I pity them because they aren't walking on the right path in my eyes, and who needs that?
My simblr: http://chiefdancingbear.tumblr.com/
I'll post a few more of mine
The Actor
Acting is a passion of mine .
I could be happy or sad in a minutes time .
I could preform Charles Shultz or even Shakespere .
I could be a squire or a man who wants beer .
I can be anyone at any time
Right now I'm a poet who writes things of rhyme .
The Dance
Behold this beauty of the night .
Just to see her is sheer delight .
I watch her glide across the floor,
She is someone I adore.
I watch the light upon her shine ,
as i wished she was mine.
She approaches me ,I stiffen up,
She asks to dance ,I drop my cup
She says to me "Come have fun .
Please with me dance this one "
After that dance we sat one out ,
there was magic in it i have no doubt .
Then she said that she liked me .
I thought to myself how can this be .
The i said " i like you too.
To our friends we said adieu.
Then we left hand-in-hand.
That night for her and I was so grand
The Night Out
As we danced by the light of the moon,
we listened to a magical tune.
We danced long into the night ,
it was such a beautiful sight.
You were divine in your dress of lace
as i took you to your place .
Your beauty is something i will miss .
" Until next time" I say as I give you a kiss .
As things came to an end
my car went around the bend.We grew older and went our own way ,
but I will always remember that special day
All poems by Coffefreak4life
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like this thread
And so I like you
-Im no Comedian - All rights reserved
All alone in a crowded room,
my heart filled with longing,
My head itself feels like a tomb;
No escape from the pain inside me.
I close my eyes, and see a face,
An image that I can’t seem to place.
My heart, one skip, then starts to race,
I blink and the visage is but erased.
He leans in to kiss me,
And then…Nothing.
He disappears,
Fades away,
Leaving me alone
To face another day.
My heart feels heavy
With the weight of this longing
For someone to hold me;
To kiss me;
To want me.
I don’t need love,
Just physical affection.
I need to feel that kind of connection.
I can’t explain it,
but this loneliness I feel…
Its crushing my spirit
And I need something real.
Always they are drawn in
By the sparkle in my eyes,
Or the softness of my skin,
Then suddenly it’s
Iike they realize
I’m not worth it
And they vanish,
Disappear;
Nothing left but a whisper in my ear.
-SimpleIntoxication
Wishing only wounds the heart."
Origin ID: Simintoxication
Headache by Bear31
Nerves stretched and pulled,
to the breaking point.
Like a tornado contained in a small space,
chaos in its wake.
Pulsing here and there,
a beat to the painful drumming.
A beg and plea to be released,
but wishes don't work.
Just the sound of silence,
and a coffee cup.
This action will not cease,
its pounding inside.
Something that you almost get used to,
until it subsides.
How I wish for those nerves of mine to take a break,
to stop the madness within.
To release me from my prison of pain,
and the wild romping stopped.
Nothing can be done to stop it,
it will stop when it wants.
Until then you pray for calming waters ahead,
and then to be at peace again.
My simblr: http://chiefdancingbear.tumblr.com/
Torrent of emotions stir,
rains heavily down with a heavenly force.
Soaks me from head to foot,
so much it makes my heart hurt.
Saving graces be at the ready,
to be my rock to keep me steady.
Angel above who watches out for me,
come down to my side.
Be there as my guide,
the one that I can call upon.
God puts forth an obstacle,
be it a fearful path or full of woe.
I am strong to the core,
but that doesn't mean that my confidences stir.
Meekly I step up to the thunderous might,
with only a soul to help win the fight.
Light upon the path,
Angels wings cover me.
Brave faces speak before me,
getting ready for the leap.
Faith and trust my confidence rises,
and a smile comes across my face.
God is with me the Angel whispers,
and I bow my head to His words.
It will be my shield and sword,
for when I need it.
Teach me oh Wise One,
show me what I must do.
Reach deep within my heart,
and let me live within the confines of the divine.
Show me the humility that I must show others,
instead of the pity I feel.
For you have taught that pity can only reach so far,
but when humility is reached;
only then can the rock between enemy and friend be moved.
My simblr: http://chiefdancingbear.tumblr.com/