No new poems, still working on the next part of “Tess Of The
D’Urbervilles”. Well Amy Mozo and lovelyblue I love you both for taking
time to read the Tess poems and telling me what you think about the
poem. And all others who commented, I love you all too. Many asked me
what happened in my life in the last week. Well… like I said in the
previous post I just don’t feel like saying anything. I wrote two poems
after that. Both were first posted on MySpace.Com. Sam, wrote a
touching comment there for this poem. She is one wonderful person who
indeed has a pacifying effect on me when I am sad or angry. Thanks
again a lot Sam. I wrote another poem after that which is also there.
Here is the intro and the first poem.
This is a poem I wrote after feeling disappointed. After all that
I have become I still miss something. The emptiness is vast. The
sadness a bit too much to endure. That was the thought. Well… I went in
an entirely different direction to tell my point. Haha enjoy.
I will re-write this poem once I was able to cope up with my
feelings. I will also get to regular commenting this weekend. I am also
very busy with my work. Sorry for not much of commenting on your sites.
Reading Poems.
In my life many poems I have read,
Poems of nature filled with comfort,
Poems of patriotism filled with bravery,
Poems of humanity that spoke to my mind.
O’ the poems of courage I read,
That made me stand up to my fears,
Poems of beauty which inspired,
Another hundred lines of verse in mind.
The poems of truth and virtue I read,
Oh’ wonderful they were in holding my conscience.
The verses with imaginations filled,
Forever in dreams imprisoned my mind.
Poems of hope, betrayal, brotherhood,
Poems of regret, remembrance, renewal,
Verses that enchanted generations in prayers,
O they all with life in flight, consumed,
The humble life of mine to infinite patterns.
Then one day at a blank page looked,
Into that page I wrote a poem,
That spoke about all the poems of love I read,
A poem written looking at images in mind of a beauty unseen.
O’ that poem I wrote was about you,
The wonderful poem I loved always to read,
Those were all my words I read,
But all those words from my mind erased,
And pages burned in the flames of pain,
When you spoke another name instead of mine.
i like how you wrote a poem about poems
i did read that!! I like it a lotz
I like this poem. So very beautiful. What better to write about something that you know? And you did it so well.
-Gia:)
I love this one. Not that I don’t like all of your poetry, but this one definitely struck a chord… hehe. I especially love this line:
“When you spoke another name instead of mine.”
That’s awesome. I love reading your work! — Starr
Lovely as always. Sorry I hadn’t had much time to leave comments, but reading your work is always a pleasure.
it’s always a pleasure to read ur works… man… i wish im even as a quarter as good as u. neways, i love the poem up there esp. these lines:
O’ that poem I wrote was about you,
The wonderful poem I loved always to read,
……………….. But all those words from my mind erased,
And pages burned in the flames of pain,
When you spoke another name instead of mine.
i felt that…
i tried to pick a favorite line, a favorite stanza, and i had to settle with…
daisy
all of it.
Of the poems you’ve listed, none were of love except for your own which was burned.
I liked how you saved the love poem for last and this poem in particular, which was in part both love and love scorned; well, that was the ingenious part.
And even though I liked the idea of the poem, I don’t think the format quite does it justice (the rhyme scheme), but that’s just personal preference (although I do love to rhyme). I was reluctant to say even this because I don’t have any suggestions (such as another rhyme scheme), because I hate saying this is what is “wrong” without giving an alter suggestion.
Hmm…I shall get back to you on this.