I'm going to post a poem that I wrote about Loss. I'm not looking for critism, its more for me than anything else (explantion to follow) but I would love it if the good people of AMHD would post their fave poems, both ones that you have written yourselves or faves written by others. :)

Earlier this summer a young-man that grew up in the same street as me and who's family was close with mine, committed suicide and it just... affected me greatly. And I ended up writing this after his funeral. In the past I've just had a real problem to grasp that the person is gone until the funeral. (and I know I'm not alone in that) and to see a young girl of just 21 carry her little brothers casket was more heart breaking then I can even put into words. I've always found that writing poetry helps when times are though, but also to read what others have written. Personally I think that Poetry is a wonderful medium in writing!

Also this poem isn't my thoughts surrounding his death, but more me trying to capture the feeling of loss... if you catch my drift. Anyway here's the poem:


Every second that passes by
Is reflected in each tick of the clock.
It's a sad reminder
And I'm counting the minutes, the hours and the days
Since I last heard your voice.

I keep waiting for you to call.
Or to pick up the phone when I dial your number.

Is this really it?

I'm stuck in a hole,
As deep and wide as the ocean.
Frustration fills me up;

I can't dig it any deeper, and I can't claw my way out.

Is this really it?

I would have sold my soul
Piece by piece
For one more moment with you.
I would run to the end of the world and back
For just another chance to hear you speak my name.

But you're out of reach
And my tiny arms have no hopes of stretching
Or bending
The way they must
To reach you.

This is really it.

Your time has run out
As mine still lingers on.

My favorite ones are the ones I wrote.
(I don't know very much poetry)
I kind of liked e. e. cummings in high school.

This is one of mine

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Don't know that it really qualifies for poetry though

I really like your poem! NoHelp4u! I like the imagery in it! Thank you for sharing :)

I've always been fascinated by paradoxes myself... and my fave sentence from your poem is; Then swing start to star as I carry a moonbeam home in a jar.

Kind of stole that one from the songs
Bing Cosby and Guitarzan

it's great poem yeah believe me.don't give up writing poetry and remember always that poetry is the expression of the soul
.I am a poet too

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Originally Posted by N0help4u

Kinda stole that one from the songs
Bing Cosby and Guitarzan

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;) I must admit that I have some poems laying around that has been heavily inspired by certain writers as well.

Nothing Lasts: Thanks. Yeah I've been writing poetry since I was 15 (I'm 26). So do you have any fave poems of your own?

Gosh I must admit that my fave poets are Dorothy Parker, Anne Sexton, Billy Collins and a man (who's name I can't pronounce. :p) my fave Norwegian poets are Inger Hagerup, Gene Dahlby and Steinar Mehren.

Another non poem but I wrote after I played in the Hurricane storm.

I'll upload it so I don't have to type it out but it might be too small to read

I have 2 favourites, obviously I didn't write these :)

"I Have a Rendezvous with Death"

I HAVE a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.







And


IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

I'm so glad that you guys are sharing. I love reading new and wonderful poetry that I've never heard of. Who wrote the two you posted Albear?

The following poem is one of my fave Dorothy Parker poems. ;)

THE TRIFLER

Death's the lover that I'd be taking;
Wild and fickle and fierce is he.
Small's his care if my heart be breaking-
Gay young Death would have none of me.

Hear them clack of my haste to greet him!
No one other my mouth had kissed.
I had dressed me in silk to meet him-
False young Death would not hold the tryst.

Slow's the blood that was quick and stormy,
Smooth and cold is the bridal bed;
I must wait till he whistles for me-
Proud young Death would not turn his head.

I must wait till my breast is wilted.
I must wait till my back is bowed,
I must rock in the corner, jilted-
Death went galloping down the road.

Gone's my heart with a trifling rover.
Fine he was in the game he played-
Kissed, and promised, and threw me over,
And rode away with a prettier maid.
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Hi! I like this poem a lot. It's by ee cummings.

Somewhere I have never travelled,gladly beyond
By E. E. Cummings


Somewhere I have never travelled,gladly beyond
Any experience,your eyes have their silence:
In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
Or which I cannot touch because they are too near

Your slightest look easily will unclose me
Though I have closed myself as fingers,
You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

Or if your wish be to close me, I and
My life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
As when the heart of this flower imagines
The snow carefully everywhere descending;

Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
The power of your intense fragility:whose texture
Compels me with the color of its countries,
Rendering death and forever with each breathing

(I do not know what it is about you that closes
And opens;only something in me understands
The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Yeah sure.here ur:
I will never cry
I will never be sad
I won't lose myself because of a friend
I will forget the past
And I will live for tomorrow
I will live my own life
And I will forget about sorrow

Your a great person
Your always there
How can I not love
When you always care
I love seeing you happy
I wish you always be
I truly love that
Don't u see

Thznk you for being the person your
Your my favourite friend,an angel by far
Everything in you is inspiration to do great
And I will always love you because that's your fate
So never stop being the real and wonderful u
Because god shines through in everything you do
And whenever it seems like I am never there
Remember this:i love you and I always care

I love this one.

Said 'God it hurts'
And God said 'I Know'
I said 'God I cry alot'
And God said 'That's why I gave you tears'
I said 'God I get so depressed'
And God said 'That why I gave you sunshine'
I said god I feel Alone'
And god said 'That's why I gave you loved ones'
I said 'god my loved one is dead'
And God said'I watched mine nailed to the cross'
I said God 'Where are they? '
And God said 'Mine is on my right and yours is in the light.
I said 'God it hurts'
And God said 'I know'

Another favourite :)

Six O'Clock News – Tom Leonard

This is thi
Six a clock
News thi
Man said n
Thi reason
A talk wia
BBC accent
Iz because yi
Widny wahnt
Mi ti talk
Aboot thi
Trooth wia
Voice lik
Want to yoo
Scruff. If
A toktaboot
Thi trooth
Lik want to yoo
Scruff yi
Widny thingk
It was troo.
Jist want to yoo
Scruff tokn.
Thirza right
Way ti spell
Ana right way
To tok it. This
Is me tokn yir
Right way a
Spellin. This
Is ma trooth.
Yooz doant no
Thi trooth
Yirsellz cawz
Yi canny talk
Right. This is
The six a clock
Nyooz. Belt up.