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Do You have a talent for poetry? (real poetry, not like that OTHER thread, lol) I love reading poetry and i write it myself, but most ppl dont love listening to poems so i cant share them. If you like writing poetry, PLEASE shareit! there is so much talent in the jewish world, here is a good place to express it!
You have one lucky mother,dancing girl!Beautiful!
um, dancing girl will this pass?
roses are red violets are blue,
you know me and i know you!
I write poems but am not posting them for the world at large.
My poems are my diary entries. There’s no way I’m posting them. (Despite my pathetic little rhyme in a different thread, I’m actually quite good at them…)
Hey, mytake: same here! But, I haven’t looked at them for a while.. Guess there are some painful memories there..:(
Am I the only guy on this thread? I write poetry, some in Hebrew some in E
English but I’m not posting any.
There once was a large stick of broccoli
That had lots of bugs and grew stockily
It was very green
And had a nice sheen
And the krum of the community ate it – really!
Okay, here’s something not too personal. But you’d BETTER tell me if you know me!;)
MASKS
I’ve come to see
Many a mask
Each one serves
It’s unique task
There are masks of love
Of passion and care
Masks of anger
That frighten and scare
There are masks of audacity
Of fearlessness and boldness
Masks of nonchalance
That display sheer coldness
There are masks of happiness
Of joy and glee
While a whimpering soul
Waites to be set free.
At your side a glance
I’d like to steal
The mask uncover
And the true YOU reveal.
Castles in the sky
Chip away with thought and pen, I the hermit writer
To fool the giant and steal the golden goose
As I carve and climb my ivory tower
Passion masquerading obsessions counterfeit to wisdoms of this mind
Suicidal arrogance blind, tools to craft this lofty throne
And thus to sit, script and ponder
A poet, wig and gavel judging all alone
What need have I for these pathetic emotions to feel, suffer or love?
Master of the dominions in this cosmos, creations but a will
Bestow my talents and splash them with quill upon the whites
And you heap thy praises, green confetti from the tills
And you still laugh out loud and label insane, while others shed tear to my uni-verse
Unlike thee I travel the worlds, magical lands from this royal stool
Where does thou journey? From wretched job then back to home?
While I meet kings, queens and fight wild beasts, dear sir now who is the fool?
That I be sole author of my exaggerated words and exalted worlds that I to, begin to believe that I am elite
I leave you to ponder, this decision of who I am or who I may be
As for me I shall continue to write and parade these words as well as entertain
Thus if through recital or reception of the read, thy spirit wanders lost then all of this, the life of mine has never once been in vain
its all original work made by myself im quite proud of it
To Warsaw
Lewisburg
Berlin and back…
Surfacing, I gasp
I have never been known to love like this
I have believed
I have been meticulous
Like these flawless little butterflies
You are the undercarriage
The lighthouse
The patient of the quiet
Everyone’s honored back rows
Certainly this will all lead to somewhere
To the uncovering compositions
To the closeness at twilight
To this our…
Sweetest life
Hey, everyone! I really enjoyed reading these! Keep em coming, please! I’m so in love with poetry, but I’m kind of shy about sharing mine. Thanks so much for sharing yours!
Observanteen
I hope you write during happy moments too. I wrote some of my prettiest lines when I felt so much goodness in my life and I wanted to capture that feeling to remember it always.
mytake: I really should be writing more often. It’s funny, ever since I got rid of my Anxiety, I stopped writing. There’s a side to me that’s funny, sociable, fun-loving, carefree etc. and I have my sensitive, caring and deep thinking side. While suffering from Anxiety, I totally focused on my thinking, emotions etc.. Now that I’m B”H past that, I try keeping a balance. I took solace in writing, being that I felt nobody understood me then. When I’m having a hard time now, I talk to a good friend, mother…or write.
Here’s what I wrote in one of my darkest moments (Ok, I know I said I won’t get too personal, but I figured nobody knows me in here….):
ALONE
Alone
Abandoned
Forsaken
Left
Bereft
Of someone
To pat
My back
To stroke
My cheek
To embrace
To encourage
To reassure
To console
To love.
To whisper
That I’ll
Be fine.
To lend
A shoulder
To cry.
I am
All alone
I suffer
Grief
Mourn
By myself.
title-The Series Called Life:
An open book awaits,
A new page,
A fresh start,
Pen poised,
Waiting,
Boldly jump in,
A clean page,
The story,
Waiting to be written,
Pen scribbling,
Writing the story,
The story of life,
Book after book,
Each book a new stage,
Each page a new story,
A new book,
A courageous start,
Enter in to the unknown,
Forage a path,
Write the book,
Start anew,
Constantly progressing,
Moving forward,
Continue,
It’s time,
Time to start anew,
A new book,
A new stage,
A new stage of life awaits!
bygirl: Beautiful! Love it!
observateen- thanx- i like yours too- they r very moving-
Instant coffee is less potent
Dunkin’s full of cops
Starbucks’s cholov stam
But this coffee room just rocks
Observant- I luv your poems! The others are great too!
Eclipse- LOL! Your coffee poem is adorable but too short!
smartcookie: Thanks!
I wrote this one when I finally overcame my Anxiety:
Change Of Scenery
My glasses were once
Painted in black
I saw mysery and darkness
Happiness it lacked.
To me it was
Always night
An ugly picture
greeted my sight:
Confusion
Allusion
Corruption
Disruption
Ignorance
Arrogance
Fear
Dispair
Tyranny
Agony
Depression
Aggression.
I was
Alone
Forlorn
In a sea of black.
My glasses are now
Shaded in pink
I see happiness and light
The sight in I drink.
To me there is
Always light
A beautiful picture
Greets my sight:
Clarity
Serenity
Happiness
Contentedness
Fairness
Awareness
Positivity
Reality
I am
Uplifted
Inspired
By a world so bright.
observanteen
Nice work; I enjoyed reading them! Thanks for sharing…
(Regarding your post in the other thread: I don’t know if this has anything to do with your friend getting engaged, but when my close friends started getting engaged I completely freaked out about life. Everything looked so scary and I kept wondering how they weren’t afraid to go on to the next stage…bottom line, the only thing that helped was 1) Figuring out what the proper hishtadlus is to ensure a healthy & successful dating and marriage experience 2) Develope a meaningful connection with Hashem. The future is always scary, because that’s where the unknown is. But I think I’m ready to go there now….)
Sorry, I know this post doesn’t belong here…too lazy to jump around from thread to thread!
A poetry thread
For posters most shy
They wont post their work in
I do not know why
If a talent you have
Then dont be afraid
Chazal they do warn us
Ein habayshan lomeid
So show us your poetry
You can inspire
And of your identity
We will not inquire
Happy lines or sad ones
Of last month or next year
Whatever the topic
They are all welcome here
mytake: Thank you! I’m doing Ok, B”H. I’m truly happy for my friend!
Shticky: Neat! But this is not the “show off your talents” thread…:)
Hey everyone I’m not bygirl but she is graciously allowing me to use her account to post because I don’t have one of my own. I’m really enjoying all the poetry it’s always been a passion of mine and it’s hard to get people interested in it. This thread is a great idea because I’m always too embarrassed to share my poetry but this is anonymous!!! So thanks for the opportunity and here’s a poem:
Even if we started off one way
It’s all right to end off on another note
Even if we started off singing together
It’s all right if we slowly drift apart
Because life changes
But I know one thing that will stay the same
Life changes
But that’s okay
I always knew what I wanted
It’s alright to want something else now I’m older
I always had that dream I was to follow
It’s alright to decide to change my mind
Because life changes
But I know one thing that will stay the same
Life changes
But that’s okay
When I was little I was fine
With a constantly changing scenery
When i was younger life was never boring
Mystery just around every corner
Because life changes
But I know one thing that will stay the same
Life changes
That’s the only thing that will stay the same
And that’s okay
Hope you liked!
M.
M.: What a profound thought! I loved the end! I wrote about change too. I wrote it after going through a major change that really helped me grow.
Change
Change is hard
Change is challenging
Change is exhausting
And very demanding
Change can frighten
Change can scare
Change can hurt
Make you drop a tear
Change will cause
A twist in history
Its future beholds
An unknown mystery.
But…
Change can lead you
Down a happy road
And direct you
To your peaceful abode
Change can convert
Your pain and sorrow
In happiness and fulfillment
And a better tomorrow.
Thanks I’m so glad you liked it! observanteen I really liked your poem it’s very direct and true and I love parallelism. All the poems are really amazing I think this is my favorite thread!
M.
Hey,
I’m new with this… but let me know what you think 🙂
I wrote this in 1 class period, so it obviously needs work…
Wherever I go,
4 corners follow me
No matter how fast I run,
they stick at my feet
1 corner traps me,
so that its impossible to escape
And I can’t help but sit there,
staring at the white walls.
1 corner hides me,
from everyone outside
And I can’t help but wonder,
whats going on around me.
1 corner guides me,
paves out my path
And I can’t help but think,
where I’ll be next.
1 corner protects me,
from the world I live in
And I can’t help but bang,
praying someone will hear me.
4 croners.
One to trap
One to hide
One to guide
One to protect.
But what about doors?
So that I can escape,
when I feel trapped.
So that I can really hide,
not behind walls.
So that i can learn,
to guide myself at times.
I don’t need 4 corners,
in order to be protected.
What I need are some doors,
next to each corner.
Now it’s time to say Shalom
Eclipse has more to clean at home
But you know she’ll be back again
With a crazy issue you can mend:)
(Uncle Moishy’s tune)
This one is super rough, and also personal. Needa fix it up one of these days…
Hi,
are You still there
listening to me
helping me
guiding me
loving me?
After I turned on You,
ignored You
questioned You
lost You?
Of corse You are.
I turned from You,
and got lost on the way
But You waited to guide me,
while I walked in circles.
I ignored You,
because I couldn’t hear my voice
But You were waiting to listen,
while I pretended to sort out my problems.
I questioned You,
and didn’t wait for the answers
But somehow You still loved me,
even though I didn’t love myself.
I lost You,
When I really just lost myself
But You waited for me,
and listened to my cries
You helped me get through them,
and guided me on the way
You showed your unconditional love,
So I know that You’re still here.
You always were.
I just wasn’t opening my eyes,
not wide enough.
That poem brought tears to my eyes.I’d like to give a copy to one of my children.
Bwashere: Wow! Incredible! Ohhhh. I can relate…
b- love!
WOW M! but i thought ur fav was the random qoute thread- oh- and the m think is cute- took me a while to realize y u used m!
Awww thanks so much, so touched.
Hi, M and Bwashere-
Welcome to the thread, and thanks for sharing your inspiration!
Please keep posting everyone!
Judge-mental minds,
putting on labels
Drawing lines,
cutting people out.
The World is a Tangled Web
Conceited peers,
Causing tears,
without even knowing.
The World is a Tangled Web
A backstabbing friend,
whom you thought was true
But then it came to an end,
because of their actions.
The World is a Tangled Web
People committing crime,
thinking life would suddenly get better
A waste of their time,
which will bring guilt later.
The World is a Tangled Web
Yes, people can change their ways,
start with yourself, build up from there
Make it better for our kids days,
so it is not as bad as this.
Will the World Ever Untangle its Web
The things that I would do if I knew I Wouldn’t Fail:
The things that I would do
If I knew I wouldn not fail
There wouldn’t be a mountain in the world
That I wouldn’t scale
You wouldn’t see a picture I didn’ paint
You wouldn’t see a book I didn’t write
There wouldn’t be a life I hadn’t touched
No evil I didn’t fight
There woudln’t be a desert I didn’t cross
There wouldn’t be a sight I didn’t see
There would be no good I didn’t spread
No shackled one I didn’ set free
There wouldn’t be a flower I didn’t pick
No song I didn’t sing
No skill I never mastered
No grapes I wouldn’t wring
There would be no mind I didn’t probe
No heart I didn’t discover
No feeling I wouldn’t know
No wisdom I didn’t uncover
(For the more morose among you…)
The Secret of Being Blue:
The secret of being blue
Is really in the hue
For the color of the sky
Is the color of a cry
Somewhere in that feeling sad
Is resembalence to being glad
And if you chance upon an endless night
Just know it holds your blazing light
And if sometimes you shed a tear
You’ll notice then that things are clear
Sometimes if you feel alone
Suddenly you know of home
And if, yourself, you cannot grasp
You’re closer to the truth, alas…
I love my children’s playpen,
It’s exactly what I need.
My children can’t get at me
When I climb in to read!
@Bygirl, I thought you knew me so well- after all, you’re the *queen*… lol
@Brucklyn Jewess I *loved* your poems: I really related to the first one and the second one was really evoking (evocative?). Here’s another one I wrote in honor of the weather:
I do like the sun
Its glaring rays
Bringing all your troubles to light
There’s nowhere to hide
Under its harsh light
Everyone can see your face
Your eyes blink
Unable to tolerate
Its beating force
The rain is dreary
Everyone is upset
Not just you
No one is looking
They’re focused on themselves
They don’t see your pain
And as the rain
Rolls down your face
Your tears are concealed
Under the clouds
In the rain
No one can see you cry
Thanks!
M.
love them all!!!! sadly i don’t write poems but you guys are talented!!!
BrucklynJewess: Wow, I love your poems! The first one’s really original and the rythm and rhymeing are superb! The second is beautiful too!
Gee…this is exciting. I didn’t know I could write poems. The last time I spent writing poetry was in eight grade where there was still something called creative writing. Essays became the thing after that
I scribbled both these poems on the train on the back of my school notebooks.
I like to write songs… I actually wrote a shidduch song -which is kind of like a poem (completed entirely on the F-train)It might provide some good wood to keep the “shidduchim” fire blazing in the cr…
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