poetry idees

Next, Please

Always too eager for the future, we
Pick up bad habits of expectancy.
Something is always approaching; every day
Till then we say,

Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear
Sparkling armada of promises draw near.
How slow they are! And how much time they waste,
Refusing to make haste!

Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalks
Of disappointment, for, though nothing balks
Each big approach, leaning with brasswork prinked,
Each rope distinct,

Flagged, and the figurehead with golden tits
Arching our way, it never anchors; it's
No sooner present than it turns to past.
Right to the last

We think each one will heave to and unload
All good into our lives, all we are owed
For waiting so devoutly and so long.
But we are wrong:

Only one ship is seeking us, a black-
Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back
A huge and birdless silence. In her wake
No waters breed or break.

Philip Larkin, 1951

Originally posted by reader1107
Nonsense, I'm still touched! No one has written a poem about me before!!

Originally posted by stocken
My mum I've adopted in cyberspace
warm and loving; made of grace
Should I ever feel sad or in need of love
I can always rely on a word from her
And in return I shall readily provide
troubles, mischief and my gratefullness alike

---

How's that mum? Am I a good infant? Are you proud of me?
🙄😏

Here's my little poem, not a rhyming one but still a poem.

Mixture of Feelings

All day is like a big long struggle to get by from day to day,feelings washing around inside my head like theres an ocean inside,changing emotions from one minute to the next never knowing what I'm going to be feeling the next time I think of something. Extreme passion to deep depression and all the things inbetween, going on and on all day long,memories intercepting moments that lull,wanting to express everything but can't ever do it because the lack of energy, and frustration then sets in taking me to tears that dont stop for what seems like an eternity. Then a moment of happiness follows to take me back to normality or thats wot it seems like anyway......................who really knows?????

Jesus, this is like being back at school, with loads of pimply 15-year-olds trying to tell the world how unfair it all is.

Please, in the name of the Bard, stop!

Originally posted by expressiveoutburst
Here's my little poem, not a rhyming one but still a poem.

[b]Mixture of Feelings

All day is like a big long struggle to get by from day to day,feelings washing around inside my head like theres an ocean inside,changing emotions from one minute to the next never knowing what I'm going to be feeling the next time I think of something. Ext ...[text shortened]... ack to normality or thats wot it seems like anyway......................who really knows?????[/b]

Originally posted by stocken
That's beautiful Outburst. Honest and something I can easily relate to. You ever thought of actually writing poems for real?

Originally posted by stocken
Here's outburst's spellcorrected, little poem, not a rhyming one but still a poem.

[b]Mixture of Feelings

All day is like a big long struggle to get by from day to day, feelings washing around inside my head like there's an ocean inside, changing emotions from one minute to the next never knowing what I'm going to be feeling the next time I think o ...[text shortened]... nd something I can easily relate to. You ever thought of actually writing poems for real?[/b]

Originally posted by Bowmann
It isn't a poem.

Originally posted by stocken
Of course it is. There are as many definitions of poetry as there are poets, someone once said. Although I hear more and more that poetry must follow certain rythms and rhymes.

Originally posted by Bowmann
Wrong. Eloquence aside, poetry has some form of metrical structure.

His was prose. (Look it up.)

grandad and i

through all of my sorrows and all of my joys you were always there to play with me and my toys

with your flat cap and funny smile for you grandad i would have run for miles

with your rosy cheeks glowing in the sun with you grandad i had so much fun

from start to end you were my friend even though i sometimes drove you round the bend

your in my thoughts everyday i wish you had'nt gone away but in my memories i'll remember those long hot days in september

i missed you then and i miss you now but i know we'll meet again somehow

but most of all i have to say i love you grandad and i long for that day

Originally posted by lexus4l
grandad and i

through all of my sorrows and all of my joys you were always there to play with me and my toys

with your flat cap and funny smile for you grandad i would have run for miles

with your rosy cheeks glowing in the sun with you grandad i had so much fun

from start to end you were my friend even though i sometimes drove you round the bend ...[text shortened]... eet again somehow

but most of all i have to say i love you grandad and i long for that day

Originally posted by lexus4l
grandad and i

through all of my sorrows and all of my joys you were always there to play with me and my toys

with your flat cap and funny smile for you grandad i would have run for miles

with your rosy cheeks glowing in the sun with you grandad i had so much fun

from start to end you were my friend even though i sometimes drove you round the bend ...[text shortened]... eet again somehow

but most of all i have to say i love you grandad and i long for that day

Originally posted by bub
thats lovely who wrote it:'(