Poetry and such…
August 17, 2008 at 12:14 am
I’d love to read what others have written. If anyone would like to share, I think it would be a nice way to share a different side of ourselves.
This is one I wrote about 7 years ago when I was going through my divorce. It’s a bit strange, and a bit dark.
I’m dying inside…sinking deeper into the abyss.
Drowning in despair…
It consumes me piece by piece.
Gnawing and clawing, eating me alive.
Grief fills every crevice…
My spirit melts as the inferno spreads.
What remains will be an empty shell…
broken and betrayed…
A mere shadow of my former self…
Ego. . .Id.
This death is slow and painful.
The loss is immense. The casualty is inside of me.
Darkness beckons with its arms opened wide.
“Come to me”, it calls, sweet and serene…
The siren of insanity….”step inside”.
What is left? why not? It has all been taken away.
My heart, my soul, my essence…
I step to the edge and free fall.
And this is one I wrote later on…kinda silly, but current hubby and I don’t think celebrating our feelings on just Valentines day is enough.
My Every Day Valentine
My love for you can not be defined by
hearts or flowers,
cards or candy.
And, it certainly can not be constrained to a single minute,
a single hour,
nor a single day.
I love you so much in so many ways….
and every moment of every day.
AnonymousAugust 17, 2008 at 10:36 am
Wonderful…both of them. Just my kind of poetry and could easily have been something I would have written so not dark…therapeutic!
Here is one I wrote for my hubby on out 13th anniversary.
In the peace
Of the early morning,
As the sun
Peeks it’s sleepy eyes
Over the horizon
In shades of azure blue
I think of you.
In my heart
Threatens to explode
Into a myriad
That could light
August 17, 2008 at 12:09 pm
thanks Janet…and your work could easily be on high end cards!
AnonymousAugust 17, 2008 at 6:37 pm
They are beautiful reading but my writing them is not too good! I am terrible at writting poems or poetry! My worst subject. Hmm! Can’t take good pictures, can’t write poetry. But like being artistic. Very crafty person but just can’t write! Both were beautiful reading
AnonymousAugust 18, 2008 at 1:12 pm
FOM-I remember those dark sides after my husband died-wrote a poem about our marriage and thanking everyone that helped me get through. I’ll hunt it up in my paperwork, that I have not gotten to since I moved. Loved your Valentine poem though better.
Canada Jan-your poem was beautiful. I bet your hubby was touched reading about the depth of your love for him.
Love to write poetry-it rhymes but always tell a family story. Words that come from the heart cleanse your soul, I think. Will pm my snail mail address to you FOM-can hardly wait to see you and Jan’s collaberation and have a special place to put it-talk about you guys to my friends and family all the time-now I can show and tell them the story.
AnonymousAugust 18, 2008 at 5:01 pm
there is something so beautiful in a single red rose Cheryl-great job. I’m a sucker for love songs-but when I saw your rose, I thought of Bette Midler. OK Jan and FOM got a rose poem handy-you could combine Jan’s poem for her hubby with the rose and come pretty close. Haven’t gotten to the ” share photo” thread yet, but you have to show the guys that one too Cheryl.
AnonymousAugust 18, 2008 at 5:34 pm
Unforgettable, that’s what you are to me,
You encouraged me to be the best that I could be.
Your strength was like the beauty of a red rose,
God took you too soon from me, I suppose.
But if I knew back then what I know now,
I still can’t question the what, when, where, and how.
I love you as much now as I did back then,
And will always remember our special moments back when………
(To my late dad, son, and husband)
August 18, 2008
from your daughter, mom, and wife Emma
August 18, 2008 at 11:18 pm
oh man Emma…made me tear up!
AnonymousAugust 24, 2008 at 3:36 pm
okay, one second im laughing and the next im crying!
i love this thread! i havent written a poem in sooo long! im going to have to try tonight! it is something that i have to really be in the mood for, like drawing. Once in while i can sit down and draw something, but that is a rare occassion. havent written a poem since i was in high school, when my brother died. got an A+ on it and the teacher read it to the entire class; they cried. i was just embarrassed!
i do the same with short stories. wrote one in college, got an A and teacher read that one to the class, too. The assignment was to write something funny or something sad. I decided to go for the most challenging one – the funny story, since everyone else would do the sad one. I called that teacher last year, and at first she said, “I’m so very sorry, but i dont have any idea who you are. I have had tens of thousands of students and taught at a number of schools. It is just impossible to remember all of those students. So, I said, “I understand why you dont remember me, but maybe you will remember a story i wrote”? She doubted that she would remember one story out of the thousands (she was an english composition professor). She let me tell her what my story was about though, and after just a couple words, she busted out laughing and holling, “Oh, Jamie! I know exactly who you are!!!” That made me feel soooooooooooo good!!! I cant find that darn thing, though! wish i could! id love to read it agian!
AnonymousAugust 29, 2008 at 11:02 am
In 1993, my sister gave birth to twin sons, Luke and Alex. They were premature and stillborn. I wrote her a poem that is now handed out in our health district to all the moms who lose a child during chilbdbirth or shortly after. It is an honour to have them use it. I was reading it this am, and it gave me also a sense of the despair a lot of us experience in ICU and the hospital so wanted to share it with my friends here. It is based on a personal experience I had in the ICU and I used that experience to try to offer solace and peace to my sister in her grief.
Tribute to Luke and Alex
The sun bursts upon the horizon
Shattering the sky
Ribbons of red and gold.
I question the beauty
Of this dawn
As I face my own despair.
Why would a caring God
Give me this cross to bear?
Through my tears and
So profoundly beautiful
Caresses my soul.
A calming peace
Seeps through every pore.
In that instant
The sun will rise again tomorrow.
And with each new dawn
Will come a gentle healing
As He holds me in His hand.
AnonymousAugust 29, 2008 at 11:06 am
Here’s another one that I wrote about being in ICU and my fears.
The night flows
In and out
In this discontent
Of bright lights
Where time will leave me?
Okay that’s enough for today!!!:D
AnonymousSeptember 3, 2008 at 6:41 pm
Now that I have stopped crying, I feel ready to write.
Jan, your poetry is stunning, heart wrenching, inspiring to truly know He never left you, and if you don’t mind, I’ve copied and would like to submit the Tribute to Luke and Alex to my friend who is head nurse of a wonderful OB unit and she helped deliver my younger son. I related too personally with all 3 poems, thus the cleansing tears. You truly are a master with words Jan.
Please keep writing for us.
AnonymousSeptember 10, 2008 at 6:49 pm
Most of my working life has been supporting individuals who are affected by a disability. A few years ago, I had the privilege to taking some of the folks I supported to meet some of our Veterans at coffee in the local Legion Hall. It was just before Remebrance Day here in Canada. I had talked to the guys about what would be appropriate questions to ask. But when we got there, the Vets, who were very gracious, told them to ask any questions they wanted to. Of course, someone asked the question did you see anyone die or did you have to kill someone. My heart sank, but one Vet said it was a good question, and then he started to quietly cry. And he answered the question, telling the young man that peace can only come when we fully understand the horrors of war.
I went home and wrote a poem dedicated to him. I was going to share it with you in November, but considering that tomorrow is 9-11, I thought it might be appropriate here. I hope it does not cause any of you undue pain.
Rolls across the mind.
Like demons of the night.
Contorts the fragile shield
Held in place
By years of practise.
Wraps wispy arms
Around a soul
From years of carrying
No words can describe.
A misty veil drops
A single tear
Traces it’s way
Over leathery skin.
Through our demons,
November 8, 1994
AnonymousSeptember 10, 2008 at 9:40 pm
Bless you Jan for your insight and the talent to put words to pape
A Mother’s Pride—-
My son called me one night,
Told me of a soldier’s plight.
Through tears a story he told me,
About a Marine just back from war, you see.
Not yet twenty, all broken up tonight,
Enlisted to keep us free and joined the fight.
He had done his job for you and me,
Jaw wired shut, he could barely see.
One leg, one arm, but his pride was great,
“How do I help him deal with his fate?”
I prayed for an answer to give to my son,
“Salute him and thank him for what he’s done.”
I told him to give him anything he wanted to eat,
Grind it, puree it, whatever, and a special treat.
The boy, now a man, said “Sir, thank you.”
With tears, I said,”I’m proud of you son and that boy,too.”
A true story I put to rhyme about just one of the Marines, that my son met with to determine his meals and good nutrition. Part of his job was to meet with each Marine that came back from Afghanistan and Iraq to discuss their meals. This took place at the Naval Medical Center in SanDiego,CA. The job tore my son up and he would call me frequently for advice. I had the pleasure of touring the hospital with him, meeting his staff and his commanding officer. I wanted to grab a pair of scrubs and go to work that day. Wasn’t allowed to tour the wards and maybe it was just as well, as my heart is just like my son’s.
GOD BLESS OUR VETERANS
GOD BLESS OUR MILITARY
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