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They're rough to read (emotionally), but I'm glad you can get these feeling out and nullified to a degree. 

No likes already??  Oh well i'll come back with some later ... that voice in my head is always there. Mostly i can keep the volume down but this week he got out.. but he's back in his box. 

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Scary... but amazing. Really loved them. Stay away from hot water. We few need you still. Hugs.

It's been awhile since I wanted to do that or cut, I'm glad I didn't but I wanted to .... hugs!

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Couple of new poems here

 

The words though hard to read were spun with wonderful skill. Please keep the wonderful skill part in mind and scrap the little bastard, him I don't like t'all.

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Perhaps the truth of it is rarely said,

But the highest form of concentration

Comes not from torment or racking the head,

But rather arrives as relaxation.

So the sea may crash against stone boulders,

As starlight waves lap the tides of the Earth;

For every force its energy transfers,

Though greatly diluted in its real worth.

Thus for a meditative state I strive,

But the thoughts of you go crashing my skull;

Bathing my soul so that I might feel alive,

And open arms to catch your miracle.

With eyes closed I can feel your force relax,

As it washes over me in climax.

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/ac-benus/onehundredandfifty-fivesonnets/24

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Couple of new poems here

Every time I started to read I got emotional. And its not perfect time for me to get such emotional and drain myself mentally. So please bare with me for sometime. I'll read and reply soon. But I am glad we got you back. Be strong and remember that we love you and we are all here for you... :)

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Perhaps the truth of it is rarely said,

But the highest form of concentration

Comes not from torment or racking the head,

But rather arrives as relaxation.

So the sea may crash against stone boulders,

As starlight waves lap the tides of the Earth;

For every force its energy transfers,

Though greatly diluted in its real worth.

Thus for a meditative state I strive,

But the thoughts of you go crashing my skull;

Bathing my soul so that I might feel alive,

And open arms to catch your miracle.

 

With eyes closed I can feel your force relax,

As it washes over me in climax.

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/ac-benus/onehundredandfifty-fivesonnets/24

Read and Reviewed... :thumbup: They both were such a heart-warming poems... :)

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Chivalry

 

Music for the soul

What faith had begotten in haste

Undaunted in valour

08/10/16

Your poem is Haiku enough, in format, to read. But its not a complete Haiku, because there are certain rules for Haiku. But sometime we just f**k the rules, so nice poem.

 

And for autumn...

 

Three deer in the field

watched me approach my garden,

hoping for entry.

I started to like Issa style most, because we can involve ourself and let what we feel through seeing something. A perfect Issa style poem. :thumbup: Lovely view as always and a great autumn refreshment... :)

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Your poem is Haiku enough, in format, to read. But its not a complete Haiku, because there are certain rules for Haiku. But sometime we just f**k the rules, so nice poem.

 

 

I didn't write it as a Haiku. At best it is a "Bengali Tripadi" verse. Looks can be deceiving, i.e. by looks if you only look at the number of lines, since the syllable count is off too. For me, the raison d'etre of a poem should be whether it is aesthetically pleasing or not. And by aesthetics I mean a whole another bag of worms. I will not get into it now, another blog post may be. Thank you for the review. :hug:

Edited by asamvav111
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I didn't write it as a Haiku. At best it is a "Bengali Tripadi" verse. Looks can be deceiving, i.e. by looks if you only look at the number of lines, since the syllable count is off too. For me, the raison d'etre of a poem should be whether it is aesthetically pleasing or not. And by aesthetics I mean a whole another bag of worms. I will not get into it now, another blog post may be. Thank you for the review. :hug:

Its always nice to hear about new forms. And I request you, if you followed any other form than free-verse, pls try to let us know what type of form it is. That way we will both logically and poetically and heart-fully can enjoy the poem. Thanks for clarifying my misunderstanding. :)

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Every time I started to read I got emotional. And its not perfect time for me to get such emotional and drain myself mentally. So please bare with me for sometime. I'll read and reply soon. But I am glad we got you back. Be strong and remember that we love you and we are all here for you... :)

Please dont read them if it upsets you, Emi.. Stuff i post in there is my reality .. not always nice .. you're much safer in Timmy's Journal .. 

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Perhaps the truth of it is rarely said,

But the highest form of concentration

Comes not from torment or racking the head,

But rather arrives as relaxation.

So the sea may crash against stone boulders,

As starlight waves lap the tides of the Earth;

For every force its energy transfers,

Though greatly diluted in its real worth.

Thus for a meditative state I strive,

But the thoughts of you go crashing my skull;

Bathing my soul so that I might feel alive,

And open arms to catch your miracle.

With eyes closed I can feel your force relax,

As it washes over me in climax.

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/ac-benus/onehundredandfifty-fivesonnets/24

Read these. Was moved and inspired. And left a review...read these, everyone!

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Delta waves are spiky and aggressive,

The length to do business in, but the scale

Ascends ladders to the contemplative

Where the frequency meets God's without fail.

The morning breaks upon my sleepy room

To find me working as if in a dream –

Perhaps on the day I will be your groom

My mind will burst forth like every sunbeam.

But until then it is the alpha wave,

Closet to dreams and meditation,

By which I can gather you and save

My deepest love for your benediction.

Though the outside world is harsh and cruel,

To think of you is to be spiritual.

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/ac-benus/onehundredandfifty-fivesonnets

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Please dont read them if it upsets you, Emi.. Stuff i post in there is my reality .. not always nice .. you're much safer in Timmy's Journal ..

Since last few days I was pretty rough thinking about my life. I'll be fine in one or two day. And I am not going leave your poetry like that without reading. I'll cry definitely and will read definitely. Its what friends do, right? Be with you anytime. :)

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Getting ready for snow...

 

 

The chickadees took

fifteen minutes to thank me

for filling feeders.

Wow! Such a Issa style. Nice Haiku. I imagined the beautiful sounds they played for you. :D And thanks for filling the feeders... :P

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Since last few days I was pretty rough thinking about my life. I'll be fine in one or two day. And I am not going leave your poetry like that without reading. I'll cry definitely and will read definitely. Its what friends do, right? Be with you anytime. :)

just don't when you're upset or hurting ... they aren't going anywhere. ...hugs xoxo
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