' Live-Poets Society ' – A Corner For Poetry

[dughlas]

It made me feel as if I was wanderin' the road.

[Parker Owens]

Yup. You said it.

[Mikiesboy]

Emi's Challenge ... my answer

 

 

My Youth, my youth is for you—Just for you;

I never had a choice.

You stole my soul and sold me on

To those who crossed your palm with gold

 

I carry scars for the world to see

No matter how I try to hide

They remind of your each caress

When I used to pray to die

 

And though my life is good now

I can never put to rest

The past I mourn; a childhood lost

No never can I forget

[Valkyrie]

Emi's Challenge ... my answer

 

 

My Youth, my youth is for you—Just for you;

I never had a choice.

You stole my soul and sold me on

To those who crossed your palm with gold

 

I carry scars for the world to see

No matter how I try to hide

They remind of your each caress

When I used to pray to die

 

And though my life is good now

I can never put to rest

The past I mourn; a childhood lost

No never can I forget

 

[AC Benus]

Emi's Challenge ... my answer

 

 

My Youth, my youth is for you—Just for you;

I never had a choice.

You stole my soul and sold me on

To those who crossed your palm with gold

 

I carry scars for the world to see

No matter how I try to hide

They remind of your each caress

When I used to pray to die

 

And though my life is good now

I can never put to rest

The past I mourn; a childhood lost

No never can I forget

Heartbreaking, and oh so very good.

[Mikiesboy]

something funnier and sunnier ...

 

The words are stuck! My hands can’t write!

Whatever’s to be done?

I don’t believe in muses much

The page is simply white

 

I want it full of characters! People I create!

Hmm you say, what’s up with you?

You’re not usually this way

I pray this ain’t my fate

 

My thoughts are a waterfall. Usually, but not today!

Can poetry just leave your head?

It’s gone and wandered off somewhere

To frolic in the sun, and play

Edited September 21, 2016 by Mikiesboy

[Parker Owens]

Emi's Challenge ... my answer

 

 

My Youth, my youth is for you—Just for you;

I never had a choice.

You stole my soul and sold me on

To those who crossed your palm with gold

 

I carry scars for the world to see

No matter how I try to hide

They remind of your each caress

When I used to pray to die

 

And though my life is good now

I can never put to rest

The past I mourn; a childhood lost

No never can I forget

 

This poem made me choke up; I felt anger at those who who robbed you, who took your years and joy from you. I grieve with you when I read this. By remembering this way, I won't forget, either. This is a tough poem, but a master work.

 

something funnier and sunnier ...

 

The words are stuck! My hands can’t write!

Whatever’s to be done?

I don’t believe in muses much

The page is simply white

 

I want it full of characters! People I create!

Hmm you say, what’s up with you?

You’re not usually this way

I pray this ain’t my fate

 

My thoughts are a waterfall. Usually, but not today!

Can poetry just leave your head?

It’s gone and wandered off somewhere

To frolic in the sun, and play

 

Your muse is right there all along, smiling upon us all in this. You have written something really lovely. 

 

thanks for both of these!

[AC Benus]

New poem today...'Wanderer.' You'll find it in Occasional Poetry here....https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/45

Loved it and reviewed it

[AC Benus]

I'll just post this link here...poetry postings disappear almost instantly from the Story Updates listing...

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/ac-benus/onehundredandfifty-fivesonnets/22 

[Emi GS]

Emi's Challenge ... my answer

 

 

My Youth, my youth is for you—Just for you;

I never had a choice.

You stole my soul and sold me on

To those who crossed your palm with gold

 

I carry scars for the world to see

No matter how I try to hide

They remind of your each caress

When I used to pray to die

 

And though my life is good now

I can never put to rest

The past I mourn; a childhood lost

No never can I forget

Such an heart breaking and sad poem, yet a great one. I really felt the pain and despite of happiness there are some marks we can't erase. I loved the way you took the challenge and made this heartfelt poem. Thank you for taking the challenge tim.

[Emi GS]

something funnier and sunnier ...

 

The words are stuck! My hands can’t write!

Whatever’s to be done?

I don’t believe in muses much

The page is simply white

 

I want it full of characters! People I create!

Hmm you say, what’s up with you?

You’re not usually this way

I pray this ain’t my fate

 

My thoughts are a waterfall. Usually, but not today!

Can poetry just leave your head?

It’s gone and wandered off somewhere

To frolic in the sun, and play

Here I have to agree with Parker. Sometimes I felt just like this. But its not means you just didn't loose it but you just haven't seen it. Great job on this poem tim. I loved it.

[Mikiesboy]

I'll just post this link here...poetry postings disappear almost instantly from the Story Updates listing...

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/ac-benus/onehundredandfifty-fivesonnets/22 

I'll review later on!

[Emi GS]

New poem today...'Wanderer.' You'll find it in Occasional Poetry here....https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/occasionalpoetry/45

 

Read and Reviewed...

[Emi GS]

I can kiss myself right now. I just, with a peace mind, remembered each and every single word of the lyrics poem; which got deleted yesterday. So, I'll be publishing it soon.

 

But before that, for someone who is thriving for an inspiration, I have a challenge for you all. The below, is a line which will have to be your first line and chose which ever form you wanted to choose, according to it. And finish it. Show your influence on your surroundings...

 

My Youth, my youth is for you—Just for you.

 

 

 

Here is My submission for My Challenge...

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/emi-gs/MIP_MGK/27

[Emi GS]

I'll just post this link here...poetry postings disappear almost instantly from the Story Updates listing...

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/ac-benus/onehundredandfifty-fivesonnets/22

Such a wonderful poems Ben... I left a review for you...

[Emi GS]

I have an online friend whom I call as my Little Brother. We haven't met yet but love and care for each other. On one occasion he had sent me some 'Shayaries' addressing me.

I know they may be look like some normal line, but they meant special for me. So, that's why I wanted to share some of those here. I hope you guys enjoy reading...

 

 

Zinda hote huwe, zindgi se door hai.

Teri khushi ke liya, khushi se door hai.

Iss se zyada pyar ki saza kya hogi.

Tere hote huwe tujhse door hai hum.

Mujhe ye gham nahii

—badal gayaa zamaana.

Meri zindagi hai tumse

—kahii tum badal na janaa yaar.

Raat ko maine duwa mangi,

Duwa mein apni maut mangi.

Par, KHUDA ne kaha

—Mout to tujhe dunga jaruor,

Par Uss ka kya

Jisne teri lambi umar ki DUWA mangi—

You will be seeing these in English(My version ) soon at 'My Immature Poetry'...

Here is the translation I had promised. I hope you guys like it...

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/story/emi-gs/MIP_MGK/28

[AC Benus]

Here is the translation I had promised. I hope you guys like it...

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/story/emi-gs/MIP_MGK/28

It's beautiful. I left you a review

[AC Benus]

Something's been on my mind recently, and here's my lame resort to poetry to try and 'deal' with it. It applies to several people here on GA. So, please gentle readers all, let me have your thoughts on how I might improve this message (or even if it's getting through).  

 

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What a poor friend am I –

When others soothe and profess love,

I wonder with a sigh

What it is they are speaking of.

 

Their words of kindness and support

come to my better angels court

anytime darkness finds me low

and in sadness seek cold resort.

 

But the more often I forgo

the common courtesies I know

I make their efforts seem futile

and thus, the guiltier I grow.

 

So how can I then turn a smile

on friends' love given without guile

and yet not offer the same sort

to last longer than a mere while?

 

What a poor friend make I –

When moody push becomes a shove,

I return to my lie

That friendship I know nothing of.

Edited September 22, 2016 by AC Benus

[Parker Owens]

I read this, and felt a buffet to my heart, for I have also heard a song like this in my own mind. Your message resonates with me, and is eloquently stated, far more than my tongue or pen could manage. The alternation of form heightens your internal dialogue. I especially like the second and third stanzas, just for their dynamics which I can imagine.

[Mikiesboy]

Something's been on my mind recently, and here's my lame resort to poetry to try and 'deal' with it. It applies to several people here on GA. So, please gentle readers all, let me have your thoughts on how I might improve this message (or even if it's getting through).  

 

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What a poor friend am I –

When others soothe and profess love,

I wonder with a sigh

What it is they are speaking of.

 

Their words of kindness and support

come to my better angels court

anytime darkness finds me low

and in sadness seek cold resort.

 

But the more often I forgo

the common courtesies I know

I make their efforts seem futile

and thus, the guiltier I grow.

 

So how can I then turn a smile

on friends' love given without guile

and yet not offer the same sort

to last longer than a mere while?

 

What a poor friend make I –

When moody push becomes a shove,

I return to my lie

That friendship I know nothing of.

Wonderful, AC but I think you're a bit hard on yourself.  Don't think I've met anyone quite as devoted to his own work, and supporting other people too.  Just saying. hugz

[Parker Owens]

Hear Tim! He speaks for me!

[Mikiesboy]

Something's been on my mind recently, and here's my lame resort to poetry to try and 'deal' with it. It applies to several people here on GA. So, please gentle readers all, let me have your thoughts on how I might improve this message (or even if it's getting through).  

 

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What a poor friend am I –

When others soothe and profess love,

I wonder with a sigh

What it is they are speaking of.

 

Their words of kindness and support

come to my better angels court

anytime darkness finds me low

and in sadness seek cold resort.

 

But the more often I forgo

the common courtesies I know

I make their efforts seem futile

and thus, the guiltier I grow.

 

So how can I then turn a smile

on friends' love given without guile

and yet not offer the same sort

to last longer than a mere while?

 

What a poor friend make I –

When moody push becomes a shove,

I return to my lie

That friendship I know nothing of.

 

Usually I just read silently. ..and this was beautiful. But I've come back to read it aloud. My god, it is so much more that way, it speaks and the heart and emotions sit up and beg for more. Glorious, AC!

[Emi GS]

Something's been on my mind recently, and here's my lame resort to poetry to try and 'deal' with it. It applies to several people here on GA. So, please gentle readers all, let me have your thoughts on how I might improve this message (or even if it's getting through).

 

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What a poor friend am I –

When others soothe and profess love,

I wonder with a sigh

What it is they are speaking of.

 

Their words of kindness and support

come to my better angels court

anytime darkness finds me low

and in sadness seek cold resort.

 

But the more often I forgo

the common courtesies I know

I make their efforts seem futile

and thus, the guiltier I grow.

 

So how can I then turn a smile

on friends' love given without guile

and yet not offer the same sort

to last longer than a mere while?

 

What a poor friend make I –

When moody push becomes a shove,

I return to my lie

That friendship I know nothing of.

Being human, we cannot be perfect all the time and especially can't satisfy everyone who tag along with our life. So don't be so hard on yourself. Be patient and be you. That's what we love in you, you. So don't stress when you can't meet other's perspectives.

 

As for the poem, its full of emotion and beautiful in a way. It says to me a quote, 'Some times its better to let go rather than hide it in you and give it the chance of burst out of leaving you to pieces.'

[asamvav111]

something funnier and sunnier ...

 

The words are stuck! My hands can’t write!

Whatever’s to be done?

I don’t believe in muses much

The page is simply white

 

I want it full of characters! People I create!

Hmm you say, what’s up with you?

You’re not usually this way

I pray this ain’t my fate

 

My thoughts are a waterfall. Usually, but not today!

Can poetry just leave your head?

It’s gone and wandered off somewhere

To frolic in the sun, and play

This is a good poem.

[asamvav111]

Something's been on my mind recently, and here's my lame resort to poetry to try and 'deal' with it. It applies to several people here on GA. So, please gentle readers all, let me have your thoughts on how I might improve this message (or even if it's getting through).  

 

------------------------------------------------------

 

 

What a poor friend am I –

When others soothe and profess love,

I wonder with a sigh

What it is they are speaking of.

 

Their words of kindness and support

come to my better angels court

anytime darkness finds me low

and in sadness seek cold resort.

 

But the more often I forgo

the common courtesies I know

I make their efforts seem futile

and thus, the guiltier I grow.

 

So how can I then turn a smile

on friends' love given without guile

and yet not offer the same sort

to last longer than a mere while?

 

What a poor friend make I –

When moody push becomes a shove,

I return to my lie

That friendship I know nothing of.

This one is exceptionally good one in both form and message. I think it is talking about such a complex emotion, I am glad that you managed to put something on the paper. A job well done.