My poetry

#1
First post

I've been working on poetry for the last two years and would like to share some here now and again.

Home as I'll ever be

Seemlessly wanted the scenery
and got all the symbolism literally
its not like there was a place where I could stand
to be the subject of anothers gaze
as I was just trying to let go easily
to be amazed



Tables turning. ambitions burning.
ashes stirring. maybe learning.
while my ego feeling the blow with words I say


Be careful not to get my hopes up too high
I might just try to fly
and find that all my dreams are someone else's lie
naive to believe that the adventure awaiting me, would grow to become theme parks
walmarts, well versed nursery rhymes for hate mongerers that make for a claim that robbery is a way of life
whats out of reach never seems what its worth
do I really want to know what its like to experience birth
why do I think I don't remember
to find that I'm a statistic, demographic in what seemed so unique. earth
and cries are just someone's burden
no more reaching up high, to raise expectations to a youth that grow up to abandon all wonder but still want to justify their life full of unappreciation.
just another man at work
And all was wanted was to see the trees in the forest I once saw home
something well learned
and all I wanted was to feel like I'm not alone
live expressions grandiose like ocean waves, come back hitting full force
Wanted to know it was well worth the fight
drained of everything called life just to know I can feel alright
Here comes an army of a critic to set things right, pillage and mock
sarcasm and pettiness insues, to know that someone else felt more alive
I don't want to continue carefully with every word
I don't want to grow old before I see the season blossoming. The leaves falling in the midst of being alone.
Like those around me
reminded of their beauty turned to insults pulled them down just like an accussation turned around.
always someone coming to make kids sad, and abandon hope?
It was hope what was heard in the laughter as the scenery reflected a seemlessly ordinary day.
and yet the one we'd like to remember the most.
I don't know if I'll ever see the day of walking by the trees and listening to the reverie prose of simplicity. being enough of meaning
to belong seemlessly, long and far removed from any meaning but filled with the delight of the sway of wind moving the trees to let go of
leaves as I'm honored to enjoy the shower passing underneath
Satisfied as I'll ever be
Home as I'll ever be


Plain Sight


I remember when I was
younger everything was fine like wine
and I couldn't tell the difference
how so many things could seem
right if the world noticed what's in plain sight
didn't know that fire and cold
you live by, they exist to let you feel
both in the splendor of comfort of warmth and breeze of the wind in presence of timeless innocence of water
ocean tides
the innate recollections of a return to stillness as the trees have more to say when my old patterns, prenotion, don't inquisite.
dumbfound to make articulate interests,
coherent is less than specific
present is lived in a free unmeasured second,
Minutes are a suprise to find meaningless
time.. time.. tied when moments leading to moments
is a recipe for existance?
method has always stood place
spontaneous, spontaneous, sponsor and give yourself a wake up call
when rehearsing lost its flare, and losing run its course.
Hiding in plain sight, And with new clothes, no longer hiding
Odd what I look like, one jacket, pair of shoes, pants. and shirt.
turns out I was never the person wearing the clothes.
I wore something else, something entirely different and there was me, another person


Discard

This is what the day has brought
the days that are good I forgot
what is special about me
is nothing
but in life there is something to be remembered
something to be forgotten
something to be kept
something to be discarded


I'm not waiting for the snare
if I'm not waiting for people

god will increase my yield
and signs and images
will not replace what is
always there

So much can be easily
dispoiled
without one realising it
Its best to stay positive
and to stay positive
I have to be clean
and alert


Breathing Instead of Lies

Well atleast I get to see the show
and its good like I know
chance we meet, the person writing this
won't recognize me
like to have some life improvement
simplifying my perception
my vacation is a regular day
finally got back to caring
off to better things
though far away
For a guy who blew it
can really use it
properly, exit quietly
alive , confidence , passive
who cares who sees me
who cares I'm breathing


trade my words
for the warmth of breathe
reaching in the forest
a moment brightens red
a place I found rest, I felt it once
a sigh of embarassment, spent so many years
trying to be alone. people I noticed brushed up on me, distant relatives, wish they'd knew me.
manage stress, manage bills, manage to live to feel something real thats worth emotion, more than I care to give away
priceless, the day that changed me
whatever way was broken, it was worth being homeless
I see how simple it was, and yet simple still is.
to come back to who I am, thought I'd never see again. I thought I lost
my only friend and couldn't afford to mourn someone only I would notice
the only one who asked how I am, and didn't judge me for answering honestly.
I'm not well and theres someone who didn't walk away
He knew me and yet I forgot he ever existed
a fable for listening attentive ears?
a role model for the fatherless?
Someone to know as I grow older
sometimes life leaves an answer to all my whys
forgotten, a trampled memory.
of someone who was on their way to being someone I know is me
collided in the wrecklessness of an aging desperate who saw an opportunity impatient to get to it before I knew I had developed potential and realize it.

crash colliding reaching far
the person I knew, never again did I see but drowning, buried in a bad dream of disable, handicap gesturing. a part of a life no longer any way
to notice that it was, once the best I could hope to remember. me, my best. is the past, a grave. that never cries, facial muscles, and the head thats
left me with no reminder what personal space is like, I'm no longer, a me I can identify as nearing complete, coherent, feeling, distance is no such thing
in my permanent of being suprised but unable to notice the car accident I walked away from, too disoriented to assess the damage of what no longer there I can identify
my sensitive spirit excited to live
injured and never could believe he knew what it was like to be alive. sensitive no more, can barely recognize I wouldn't know what to do with more
or feel what its like

I'll be posting more as time passes

Here's a link to my works online

http://www.writerscafe.org/UnforseenSolace
 
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Cturtle

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#3
First post

I've been working on poetry for the last two years and would like to share some here now and again.

Home as I'll ever be

Seemlessly wanted the scenery
and got all the symbolism literally
its not like there was a place where I could stand
to be the subject of anothers gaze
as I was just trying to let go easily
to be amazed



Tables turning. ambitions burning.
ashes stirring. maybe learning.
while my ego feeling the blow with words I say


Be careful not to get my hopes up too high
I might just try to fly
and find that all my dreams are someone else's lie
naive to believe that the adventure awaiting me, would grow to become theme parks
walmarts, well versed nursery rhymes for hate mongerers that make for a claim that robbery is a way of life
whats out of reach never seems what its worth
do I really want to know what its like to experience birth
why do I think I don't remember
to find that I'm a statistic, demographic in what seemed so unique. earth
and cries are just someone's burden
no more reaching up high, to raise expectations to a youth that grow up to abandon all wonder but still want to justify their life full of unappreciation.
just another man at work
And all was wanted was to see the trees in the forest I once saw home
something well learned
and all I wanted was to feel like I'm not alone
live expressions grandiose like ocean waves, come back hitting full force
Wanted to know it was well worth the fight
drained of everything called life just to know I can feel alright
Here comes an army of a critic to set things right, pillage and mock
sarcasm and pettiness insues, to know that someone else felt more alive
I don't want to continue carefully with every word
I don't want to grow old before I see the season blossoming. The leaves falling in the midst of being alone.
Like those around me
reminded of their beauty turned to insults pulled them down just like an accussation turned around.
always someone coming to make kids sad, and abandon hope?
It was hope what was heard in the laughter as the scenery reflected a seemlessly ordinary day.
and yet the one we'd like to remember the most.
I don't know if I'll ever see the day of walking by the trees and listening to the reverie prose of simplicity. being enough of meaning
to belong seemlessly, long and far removed from any meaning but filled with the delight of the sway of wind moving the trees to let go of
leaves as I'm honored to enjoy the shower passing underneath
Satisfied as I'll ever be
Home as I'll ever be


Plain Sight


I remember when I was
younger everything was fine like wine
and I couldn't tell the difference
how so many things could seem
right if the world noticed what's in plain sight
didn't know that fire and cold
you live by, they exist to let you feel
both in the splendor of comfort of warmth and breeze of the wind in presence of timeless innocence of water
ocean tides
the innate recollections of a return to stillness as the trees have more to say when my old patterns, prenotion, don't inquisite.
dumbfound to make articulate interests,
coherent is less than specific
present is lived in a free unmeasured second,
Minutes are a suprise to find meaningless
time.. time.. tied when moments leading to moments
is a recipe for existance?
method has always stood place
spontaneous, spontaneous, sponsor and give yourself a wake up call
when rehearsing lost its flare, and losing run its course.
Hiding in plain sight, And with new clothes, no longer hiding
Odd what I look like, one jacket, pair of shoes, pants. and shirt.
turns out I was never the person wearing the clothes.
I wore something else, something entirely different and there was me, another person


Discard

This is what the day has brought
the days that are good I forgot
what is special about me
is nothing
but in life there is something to be remembered
something to be forgotten
something to be kept
something to be discarded


I'm not waiting for the snare
if I'm not waiting for people

god will increase my yield
and signs and images
will not replace what is
always there

So much can be easily
dispoiled
without one realising it
Its best to stay positive
and to stay positive
I have to be clean
and alert


Breathing Instead of Lies

Well atleast I get to see the show
and its good like I know
chance we meet, the person writing this
won't recognize me
like to have some life improvement
simplifying my perception
my vacation is a regular day
finally got back to caring
off to better things
though far away
For a guy who blew it
can really use it
properly, exit quietly
alive , confidence , passive
who cares who sees me
who cares I'm breathing


trade my words
for the warmth of breathe
reaching in the forest
a moment brightens red
a place I found rest, I felt it once
a sigh of embarassment, spent so many years
trying to be alone. people I noticed brushed up on me, distant relatives, wish they'd knew me.
manage stress, manage bills, manage to live to feel something real thats worth emotion, more than I care to give away
priceless, the day that changed me
whatever way was broken, it was worth being homeless
I see how simple it was, and yet simple still is.
to come back to who I am, thought I'd never see again. I thought I lost
my only friend and couldn't afford to mourn someone only I would notice
the only one who asked how I am, and didn't judge me for answering honestly.
I'm not well and theres someone who didn't walk away
He knew me and yet I forgot he ever existed
a fable for listening attentive ears?
a role model for the fatherless?
Someone to know as I grow older
sometimes life leaves an answer to all my whys
forgotten, a trampled memory.
of someone who was on their way to being someone I know is me
collided in the wrecklessness of an aging desperate who saw an opportunity impatient to get to it before I knew I had developed potential and realize it.

crash colliding reaching far
the person I knew, never again did I see but drowning, buried in a bad dream of disable, handicap gesturing. a part of a life no longer any way
to notice that it was, once the best I could hope to remember. me, my best. is the past, a grave. that never cries, facial muscles, and the head thats
left me with no reminder what personal space is like, I'm no longer, a me I can identify as nearing complete, coherent, feeling, distance is no such thing
in my permanent of being suprised but unable to notice the car accident I walked away from, too disoriented to assess the damage of what no longer there I can identify
my sensitive spirit excited to live
injured and never could believe he knew what it was like to be alive. sensitive no more, can barely recognize I wouldn't know what to do with more
or feel what its like

I'll be posting more as time passes

Here's a link to my works online

http://www.writerscafe.org/UnforseenSolace
Welcome again To cfs. Thank you for taking the time to post your valuable work. I'm sure many will be blessed and moved in some way by it.

Blessings
 
#4
thanks, I'll be taking a look around and see what topics I'd like to share and discuss.
definitely keep positive.
added a number of new poems today.
I'll add a few more while I'm posting.


New Currency

oh how I dreamed that we could make ends meet so easily and see each other happy with doors open to the struggling to have that sensation
to some so familiar, we take for granted and yet unsavored or known to those left out to work.
I wouldn't know, I'm a stranger to myself. I come here dressed like I could care less. but
I care, care.
no more do I make efforts for gestures of a generosity that generations used to make the sound of a thank you
if I saw someone's cell phone on the floor, I don't know if I should call and do what isn't done anymore, pay it forward never thought it
would make a new currency.
Its not like I yearn for someone to love, cuz really I'm having trouble loving me, wonder where to find what it means, I've gone mostly without the affections of that, to love, what is that?
I don't seem to be someone, I've lost touch with the genuine and made way for a mockery, and love is one of many things I know
its been a distance from me. How I was, thought I find it, didn't think its my crimes that got to me, and now I'm relieved to think I can see a chance to learn to walk out
without escape,
with the old becoming the guides of what will change my story.

Melodies

Where would the birds go if there were no trees
if there wasn't a nest then what about families?
you go ahead and appreciate that snowcone quickly


as much as you take, I try to let go
what do you take me for
I won't bring beliefs into this matter of discourse
human beings, you'd think you'd know
I try to let go for what I have not

I thought I could, no its unappreciated
I would, I thought I would,
Easily slip that bill into the idea of a conclusion
a question, and yet resolution ?
drunkard when theres nothing worth living for
let go of obscenities


This one post that fit the idea of good Christian morals

Christian Thoughts


decide
on what is good and forget about filth
and what excites the night
for I might change my mind


live like the day
and be familiar with it


do not mind the disturbances
of others
for there is nothing to gain
from them if you are in a
safe place


live as one knows is right
and let live


do not be overlooking of inequity
and corruption unless you forget
what it is and what it looks like


Do not be intoxicated by pride
or ideas of indestructability


every moment is rich with life
for those who live their ways
in it and that lead to life


what is righteousness but the constant
walking towards what is upright and good


Don't mind others and they wont
mind me but I mind myself


Awareness is like wine
meant to be saved
for the right occasion


There are many places for
the humble when humility is
considered and stored


humbleness and humility doesn't
change but it will change
me


youth are not aware of
the gifts they have
if they are not taught



thrills and excitement arn't worth
entertaining
anger is poison to all who
touch it
and passion must be disciplined
all this for tolerance for the foolish
while they wear themselves out
while I learn strengths that they
might not



Do not be prideful or envious
for I have no glory but
that which is given
and it is not taken or given
by other men



Just like any lad in his path
there is times when he is
reminded of when he was
weak in his youth



the patient and willing to be
corrected will stand
within reach of peace and prosperity



those who keep a reflection of
themselves clean have a clean house



with understanding comes change
upon oneself



laziness and sloth will not profit
a man but that which he is avoiding



a simple man can do complicated
things but a complicated man
will have trouble doing the simplest
things
 

Cturtle

Senior Moderator / Secretary
Staff member
Senior Moderator
Secretary
#5
thanks, I'll be taking a look around and see what topics I'd like to share and discuss.
definitely keep positive.
added a number of new poems today.
I'll add a few more while I'm posting.
While your looking around... please take a moment to look at the topics which cannot be discussed. This will ensure thst none of your posts will disappear or become locked or moderated with warnings posted :)

God bless you abundantly!