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Thanks. Yeah, things are not going so well right now, to put it mildly. 🙁
aproudbyg: Nice poetry. Especially like the alone one. Such helplessness yet such optimism. very inspiring. You have a very strong sense of self, keep it up.
saysme: Strong poem, I like it.
Have you ever had the feeling
A miniscule molecule
with no use to society
carried by the Wind
in the cement paved jungle
of tall buildings and cigarette smoke
blown by the Storms
in the great Sahara
A stalk of corn
bashed by the Tornadoes
in the plains of Kansas
a star,
at the mercy of the Black Holes
waiting in anticipation
to suck you in with
no warning.
No warning.
Pretty much things are looking up B”H. though i do not njoy this time of year. And you?
Thanks. Has to do with my obsessiveness, i need everything neat,organized and straight. but i guess it does come in handy sometimes ;)!
saysme: nice rythm
Hero: One who shows great courage
Shattered
Orphans with parents still alive;
Abused
Divorcees still married;
Helpless
Students close by to their tormentors;
Oppressed
Siblings living with monsters.
The heroes of the world
just waiting, in sorrow, to be found.
The courageous men and women
in battle for their life, without a sound.
Silently dreaming, hoping
for the sun to shine,
for the storm to end.
Finally give the OK sign.
Too late to say
I’m sorry.
Too late to say
I know.
Too late to tell
how I loved you
When I didn’t care
myself.
Stop!
Stop that water weathering
On lonely hearts.
On connecting hearts.
On pained hearts.
Stop!
Stop that wind blowing
On naked hearts.
On mettalic hearts.
On tormented hearts.
Stop!
Stop that clock ticking
On buried hearts.
On seeking hearts.
On afflicted hearts.
Stop!
wake up slumbering poets…
hey saysme! how u doing? worried cuz the last time u posted…..
Hope your ok.
I swore, I promised,
I shall never forget you.
When the sun set,
I was there; forever.
Forever is long,
Until the sun rises.
Then it gets short
And promise no longer.
I still swore, I promised,
I shall never forget you.
im right your wrong: i checked it out on ohr naava’s site and they didn’t really give an address. would you be able to get it for me? also what are the hours? I’m really interested because besides for eating out, ice cream, shopping and not such kosher entertainment there is nothing to do motzei shabbos.tnx
please…
“always try to make it look like the dog did it”
or
“If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater… suggest that he wear a tail”
This thread is so pathetic that I had to post.
Please get your definitions right. There’s fashion and there’s tznius. it might coincide but do have 2 different definitions.
Also, I NEVER even heard of the concept of boots being attractive or untzniusdig.
Maybe I’m wrong but I’m just finding this thread absurd.
There is no reason why women have to justify their boots wearing.
IWUW- this ohr naava gathering, do u hav to rvsp b4?
where is it located?
Very intriguing question. Maybe you call up the Chofetz Chaim Heritage Foundation and then tell us all what they say.
btw i just gave u homework 🙂
Tell someone you love them, today,
Before you run away.
Fade away
Into oblivion.
Before you spit their face.
Red their face
Into scars.
Tell someone you love them, today.
saysme-how you doing? heres sending you (or trying to) what you give to everyone else here. the best way to do it (cuz i’m not really good at expressing myself except for poetry) is for you to read all the encouragement you ever wrote yourself and internalize it. the hardest person to give chizuk to is yourself but I know you could do it. Good Luck. (hug)
mischiefmaker, luna lovegood, just my hapence- its amazing the talent around here. i really enjoy your poetry and connect to them.
We turn to different places,
To disappear the one we’re in.
We run to opposite
Directions, when not copin.
Run away, run fast.
Run to those dreams
When the facts chasing you.
Run toward tambourines.
Clash, Crash, Clatter.
Which way am I running.
Boom, Bam, Batter.
Which one am I living.
God will punish the wicked. And before he does, i will.
You shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart.
jmh,that poem was awesome. The rhythm was amazing and the idea too.
Saysme, thanks for the empathy. Its appreciated.
You think you understand
The rhythm of a heart.
A dead pulse locked
Within a disordered
Mess of tubes
Running in all
Directions.
blabla: hug…… nothing else to say.
saysme: that poem had me in tears. heres wishin you happiness.
I don’t love her.
I really don’t.
I don’t love her voice,
But my throat constricts.
I don’t love her blessings,
But my eyes water.
I don’t love her actions,
But I regret mine.
I don’t love her.
My exact sentiments!
Mentos- kiss. (from israel)
theyre the smallest n strongest
Was pretty young and in school. they let us out early and only understood the full impact days later.
In Men Who Men Condemn As Ill, by: Jaoquin Miller
In men who men condemn as ill
I find so much of goodness still,
In men who men pronounce divine
I find so much of sin and blot.
I do not dare to draw a line
Between the two, where god has not.
If you would be a shining star,
Glistening, glowing at night-
I would pick you.
Even if you would be
A gemstone in the rough-
I would still pick you.
I would pick you if you were a hidden treasure,
All lonely with no one to love you.
I would pick you if you were a priceless antique,
Seen worthless in common eyes.
You are not shining, nor glowing;
You are not a star, treasure or antique.
You are not a gem.
But I still pick you.
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hi everyone.
heres a poem by my favorite poet Emily Dickinson
We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies –
The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King –
nowadays with all the secular ideals of body weight, shape and height, it just influences you and start viewing people that way. it someone does look ‘ideal’ then they are automatticaly not so intelligent, humourous or cool. its very sad but true, unfortunatly.
i dont think they are attractive at all at this point because the whole world is wearing them. just saying.
Welcome shopping613 and Luna Lovegood!
Luna, your poetry is awesome. u shud really try to talk to someone you trust and wud be there for u. especially someone proffesional. u sound like u r in a lot of pain and need help. wishing u the best of luck and hope things get better. i wish i cud help u!
To my little girl,
always close to my heart.
I try to find you in this rubbish heap,
of lies, pain and evil.
I try to hold on to you,
when the rest of it is rotting waste.
I try to detach you,
take you away from this mess.
To love you as only i could.
To hold onto your innocence,
your trust that all is good,
and all is out to help you.
To let you beleive in love,
in adults who care,
in smiles that say happiness.
To give you nourishment,
fulfillment,
confidence.
I try.
blabla: good luck. im sure u’ll get through this. u have us all here for support
still deciding if ‘tam’ or ‘shaina yedia lishol’
huh?
AMI!!!!!!!! totally! much more real. dealing with real ppl. real issues and real feelings. not everything is fluff and happily ever afters.
i do agree with be happy. they can provide happier storys that are more real and more emotional.
hi guys! havent been here in a while. missed u.
nomtw and saysme: i loved ur poems of “what once was…” and “who once was…” the rythm and poetry was amazing.
themusicman: i love ur poetry! everyone needs a little silliness in their life and they really do have meaning. keep them coming!
exercise, self control, water and more exercise!
g’luck!
hi everyone! im doing ok (most of the time) tnx for asking.
saysme, that poem was really nice. keep it up. u shud make more of them.
blabla- maybe try talking to them. it sounds like they just dont understand you at all and if you dont say what is bothering you they’ll never know. just a suggestion. i find that when ppl are mean its USUALLY because they dont think and are insensitive by mistake.
Short blond hair,
soft pink cheeks,
round blue eyes,
big smile.
This little girl.
Know not of life without yelling,
fighting parents,
taunting siblings.
Not of life without abuse,
name calling,
hitting.
This little broken girl.
Know not of life without self-doubt,
self-harm,
suicidal thoughts.
Not of life with close friends,
loving parents,
pampering.
This little independent girl.
Pictures dancing,
a mush of color,
blurred lines.
Black spot,
getting bigger,
and bigger,
and bigger.
Sarounds me.
Inside.
Its cold.
It does not cry.
seas
are big.
so are
hearts.
words
like garbage,
waste it.
words
like sun,
warm it.
words
like oil,
slime it.
words
like fish,
swim it.
words
like algae,
bloom it.
words
like coral,
brighten it.
words
like pollution,
hurt it.
“Get out of here”
i wanna yell,
but instead I exclaim
“Sure, come in!”
“I dont wanna do this”
i wanna whine,
but instead I consent
“I’ll do it anytime”
“I’m not going”
i wanna shout,
but instead I explain
“I’ll be ready in a moment”
“I’m not wearing this”
i wanna argue,
but instead I compliment
“I love how it looks”
“I hate you!”
i wanna scream,
but instead I whisper
“I love you too”
An ocean blue,
fresh green grass,
feiry orange sun,
a colorful rainbow.
A blue sky,
fluffy white clouds,
thick brown tree trunks,
colorful flowers.
A brown horse,
tiny black ants,
croaking green frogs,
colorful birds.
A colorful world,
we have here,
shiny and bright.
Then why do I see it,
in black and white?
Dont judge me,
by the things I do,
you dont know how it is to walk in my shoes.
Dont look at me,
like a strange bird,
you dont know how hard it is not to be a nerd.
Dont get ruffled,
by the things I say,
I’m trying to be normal everyday.
Dont think,
you know everything,
you never felt like sinking.
You dont know,
what happened to me,
how I was tossed in the great sea.
You dont know,
how it feels,
to be sent on a spinning wheel.
You cant know,
what I go through,
to be normal like you.
crushing dissapointment
follows me around,
steps on my toes,
crushes my spirit.
makes me fail,
beleive i’m crazy,
wherever i go.
clumsily trying
for no reason,
never accepting
what is fact.
it’s no use
to continue the fight,
i’m a loser forever.
thinkfirst ur songs/poems are amazing! i love gutairs! if i would play any instrument i would play gutair but unfortanetly i’m a bit tonedeaf… oh well. but theyre awesome!
princess and observanteen keep it up. u brighten up this place with your encouragement.
blabla i loved the last one. it was so well expressed. (and so true, as usual) u truly are “the angel of poetry”
saysme how are you doing? i miss ur poems.
caretoshare keep on writing. u could see it comes from ur heart. really sincere. good luck.
you think youre safe,
there in your nest?
you think youre above,
all the rest?
nothing can happen,
to you at all,
you will always stay,
mighty and tall?
bad things happen,
to everyone,
one second youre standing,
the next youre gone.
toppled over,
far below,
bewildered and confused,
from all those blows.
parents divorced,
close ones die,
getting bullied,
friends leave your side.
going bankrupt,
losing your job,
failing grades,
no time to sob.
for some of us,
this is life,
forever and always,
pain and strife.
you maybe new,
but i am stronger,
so welcome in,
i’ll help you-i’m no stranger.