The share your poem(s) thread

[ticklebunny 2]

"Love and Respect" By TickleBunny 2

Love is more than a flower with dew drop petals.
Love is a rose with the most stunning petals.
Respect is more than courtesy; it is accepting
ones' values, qualities, and all of themselves.
Love may be called a river that flows but I think
love mends the heart and makes the soul grow.

Respect is friendship, mutual understanding, and
combined with kinship. Love is not hatred, it is
fated. Respect must be deeper than the ocean
or people won't know about your devotion.
Love is when two friends unite and rejoice back
together and remain forever.

Respect is a trust that can't be bought. It has to
be earned from the bottom of your heart. Love is
a bond between a husband and a wife vowing to
be one for life. Respect is not a commandment.
It is a necessity.

Love is precious like a sunset with shaded,
scattered colors in the sky; no love can be
ever be duplicated. 😀

 

[ticklebunny 2]

Yes, I know what you mean and I know what you are saying ticklishscribe; tickleshotel is definitely very much a great blessing, wonderful friend, and she most definitely has great courage, spunk, and she is most definitely got a indomitable spirit and she is most definitely a great inspiration for all.😉

 

[ticklebunny 2]

Here is another poem hope you all like it

"His Tender Touch" by TickleBunny 2

Have you ever felt like crying; then you hear a song play that reminds you of past moments gone by and a beautiful day? Feel like you could never trust a true friend; who you know beyond doubt betrayed you and not able to forgive in the same way? Ever want to give up and call it quits; when a ray of hope keeps you going?

Tired of heartache that you had convinced yourself that the misery; you have experienced shall never leave. Until one day suddenly it lessens more and more? When one unexpected morning; your wounds are healed and you discover that you were strong after all?

Isn't it amazing how His tender touch can
affect peoples' lives so much..?

 

[ticklishscribe]

We do not own this planet, but are rather caretakers for our future generations and so we must take of it for them. Young eyes will see what we have done and are doing and so we must lead the way for their brighter, environmenatlly sustainable future. It is to them that I wrote this song


Through Young Eyes.

There's a heron standing in the estuary
lordly looking over his domain
and he sings a song of mother nature
with a soulful refrain
There's an eagle soaring or'e the marshland
winging or'e the land and the sea
and he glides upward to the heavens
with a spirit oh so free.

Through young eyes
the river will be revealed
through young minds
her story will be told
through young hearts
the salmon will live on forever
through young eyes
they never will grow old.​

Through young eyes
the vision is beginning
the vision that everyone can see
of the plan that we must work together
oh we must work in harmony.
Mother nature her life hangs in the balance
oh we must take care of the land
through her spirit
we must band together
yes we must lend a helping hand

Through young eyes
the river will be revealed
through young minds
her story will be told
through young hearts
the salmon will live on forever
through young eyes
they never will grow old.​

there's a song, a song that's filled with sorrow
the story of the river's shore
but we know that we can change tomorrow
for we are nature's troubadour.
now the river she whispers oh so softly
and she shows how mighty she can be
for she breathes the echos of the ages
as we watch her flow out to sea.

Through young eyes
the river will be revealed
through young minds
her story will be told
through young hearts
the salmon will live on forever
through young eyes
they never will grow old.​

Through young eyes
the river will be revealed
through young minds
her story will be told
through young hearts
the salmon will live on forever
through young eyes
they never will grow old,
through young hearts
the salmon will live on forever
through eyes
they never will grow old.​

​

 

[ticklebunny 2]

This is a poem that I wrote a very very long time ago; I wrote this when I was going through a very tough and a very difficult time in my life during high school my sophomore year. I remember I was sitting at my desk and inspiration struck me and this is the poem I created.

"The Changing Seasons of the Heart"
by Ticklebunny 2

Time has healed my scars that had cut so deep in my heart. A meaningful lesson that was diffficult at first has taught me
that in a lasting friendship; true friends never part. I tried to dart the bad times and the pain; but without them-I wouldn't have appreciated the nourishing rain.

I want to look forward to tomorrow's brand-new horizons and sweet surprises. I don't wish to become someone who despises, love that has died. No more tear drops do I care to cry.

I am going to spread my wings and open my eyes; then realize everything does happen for a reason. Whatever month, fate, or year it happens when recovering from heartbreak in the cold, changing season. (4-28-97) poem was originally written.
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I want to look forward to tomorrow's brand-new horizons and sweet surprises.

All I know is that there is joy rushing within my heart!!!

And all I know is that there is happiness running and flowing
rampant and endlessly like a river in the depths of my heart!

 

[ticklebunny 2]

"Thanks" By TickleBunny 2

Thanks for yesterday is more than I can say.
You helped and guided me on my way.
And you taught me so much in our short time.
I wouldn't trade those memories in my mind.

Painful lessons that wound the bravest heart.
Learning from the past is the only way to start.
Experiences that led me to be strong.
They really hurt me and they lasted very long.

But I know now that it was for the best.
It gave me courage to face my hardest test.
You opened my eyes to reach for the brightest star.

Thank you.... Thank you..whether you are....

 

[ticklebunny 2]

loved your poem tickledorange please share more and love to hear more poems from you scribe, thanks love reading poetry hope more post more poems, love them never can get enough.

 

[ticklebunny 2]

come on tickledorange and scribe- I know you got more great poems sooo would love to read them🙂

 

[drew70]

This is the only poem I ever wrote.

THE PAGER by drew70

Once upon a midnight cheery while I pondered bleak and bleary
Through my latest office project one might deem a heinous chore.
While I nodded nearly sleeping, suddenly there came a beeping
From the stuff that I was keeping there inside my nightstand drawer.
"What was that?" I wondered, glancing over at my nightstand drawer.
Then I slept without a snore.

Soon I found myself awaking--terrified, my body shaking.
In my room something was making that same sound I heard before.
I could not identify it, even still, could not deny it
So I tried to figure why it was a sound not to ignore.
Could the urgency be what it was that I could not ignore?
I knew I could sleep no more.

So the drawer I opened wide there just to see what was inside there.
Then a shrieking scream I cried there in my room at half past four.
In that drawer what I was seeing would send any human being
Out of bed and swiftly fleeing 'cross the room and out the door.
What do you suppose it was that nearly sent me out the door?
Just a pager, nothing more.

How this pager terrified me, putting fear and awe inside me;
Simply 'cause this thing beside me I had not seen heretofore.
Thus this thing did me encumber, drowning any thoughts of slumber
Then I looked and saw a number even though the light was poor.
Seven digits could be read there even with the lighting poor.
Six three eight nine nine four four

Soon my heart and mind were racing, for this call I'd soon be placing
Had me out of bed and pacing back and forth across the floor.
Grabbed my phone and dialed, wary--lest some unknown adversary
Plotted my obituary in a fashion I'd deplore,
Severing every capillary in a fashion I'd deplore
Leaving me amidst the gore

Once the call became connected, one brief ring I soon detected
Followed by an unexpected silence I could not adore.
Still I listened, quiet grating on my nerves, heart palpitating;
Finally got tired of waiting; shouted "PAGE ME NEVERMORE!!"
Slammed the phone and went to bed not thinking of it furthermore...
Pleasant dreams and Z's galore.

In the morning wreaking sour, thought it best to take a shower;
Went to work late one half hour wondering what they had in store.
Though the office seemed deserted, still I worked there undiverted
Suddenly became alerted to this memo unlooked for
Just a callback number written on this memo unlooked for
Six three eight nine nine four four 😱

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[xionking]

Ahh nice nice, there's already one of these threads!

 

[tickledorange]

I've never really been one for poetry. Never really got the hang of it. I wrote that one for my boyfriend, and then that was about it. Fiction has been so much better for me.

 

[ticklishscribe]

This is your Captain, fasten your seatbelts please. Bump...

 

[unclebill]

Bathroom Poem

Here I sit in sweat and vapor

Waiting for some toilet paper

Now I can no longer linger

Look out ass here comes my finger!!!😱

 

[Saeria]

Bathroom Poem

Here I sit in sweat and vapor

Waiting for some toilet paper

Now I can no longer linger

Look out ass here comes my finger!!!😱

It's the most beautiful thing i've ever read! hehe.. gross 😀


I am NOT a poet, or even a very good writer for that matter but once upon a time i thought i was.... I think stopped writing them when i was about 15 or so. Luckily for me, i was a strange teenager and i webpaged this mindless dribble on an angelfire page.


Overdose

Into the darkness, wild wide eyes hidden
the staggered breathing of the mad man
He is crouched in his nothingness
exploded, No heart to cling on to
just a length of copper tubing
and a dream for his own demise

His head sunk through the floor, and,
the celestial heavens opened to him
as his eyelids fluttered in his passing
A voice resounded over the air
like a million tiny gnats
Welcome to the planet earth

The Shadow Giver
(even at 13 i didn't know when to shut up.. it's too damned long to post the thing here, so here's the link instead)

 

[chicago]

Chemical imbalances.
Life hangs in the balance.
Hanging by a thread, hanging by a noose.
All Hell breaks loose.
Xanax, Prozac, Wellbutrin, oh my
Apathy, Disgust, Depression, all mine
It's taking the country by storm
An epidemic of sorts
Zombified cretins with death in their eyes
Violence in their minds, obsenities on their lips
Blood on their hands
Chains on their ankles
No escape, no escape, no escape
It's closing in,
Surrounding
No where to go
Hopeless
It's hopeless
And you're helpless


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Despondent, Stalking The Streets

The sky was chalky like an elderly person's face
And the machine beneathe me was catapulting me into Nowhere.
Nowhere I wanted to be
My eyes were heavily lidded, fighting gravity to stay open
Colors flew past my window in a frenzied rush as if late for an appointment
Everyone is late for an appointment
I look up to see the intimidating sky scrapers jutting upwards like rusty nails piercing the clouds
It's all a no-man's land, but no one sees.
Or perhaps because no one sees.
Channel 5 news only depresses
Disabled woman had her van stolen
A sign hangs pathetically in her front yard,
"If you are the one that stole my van, please return it."
Even the grass looks sad and pale
Smiling takes up too much energy to bother
I kill myself slowly, adding to the dismal city's pollution.
Passing all these store-front cemeteries,
I am despondent, stalking the streets.

 

[chicago]

Live hard, die fast
Hard heart, cold hands
Short life, big dreams
Short shirts, tight jeans
Black eyes, busy streets
Smart mouth, fast feet
Burnt throat, broken veins
Getaway cars, one-way trains
Late night, dirty men
Empty paper, inkless pen
Sunrise, sunset
Lost hope, lost bet
Weak coffee, cheap talk
Strong wind, long walk
Live fast, die young
All work, no fun

 

[Leo tickles]

The dust has settled, the smoke has cleared.
Everything happened just as I expected, and deep down inside, feared.
There is no redemption for this sin, yet at the same time, no regret.
I was once sure of this path of love, not now, nothing anymore is set.
There is still that one person to be found, but I find I am slowly starting to die.
This proves a long forgotten fact, even the devil, must learn to cry.

Just finished this one.

I like your writing style, it has a certain appeal to it, the way you word things. I'm not one to make suggestions on how to expand and improve, but for the record, I enjoy what you have written so far.

 

[ticklishscribe]

Gulf Island Moment

The sun drifts,
nestling in the pine and ceders
as they tramp down
to the waters edge;
the west coast cliffs
reaching into the sea,
pulling the star and shellfish
onto the shores,
while western gulls
echo their cries
over whispering waters,
and touch the lofty peaks of the trees
with the beat of their wings
in serene movement​

 

[Deleted member 66627]

Hold on tight; we're not going to make it.
Listless beauty; it's ok to cry.
Darkness encompass.
Boundless, unforgiving.
Wrap your vice around me.

Let go; it's ok to fall.
Counterstrike; a force rising fast.
Ripping at your surroundings; forcing you to be free.
Mix your potions; slather them on your face.
Because the only thing that matters; is that one last embrace.

 

[KrazieDog]

I be the first to admit, I haven't written anything in about 8 years and I'm not one to share my stuff with anyone. This has always been one that means a lot to me. It was written for someone very special that I hadn't met yet, and I guess I'll know when I finally meet her.

Meet You At The Morning

Your mouth is in perpetual motion, though without any real destination.
Turning constantly into a new version of the same arresting smile.
Your eyes are dark, and deep.
Deep as my nights are long.
Your voice pierces through the routine and repetition with a novelty of tone and gentle word.
You bend and move to better support my universe.
And you give every stranger the gift of your bright smiling eyes,
and for that, as the world will never realize, you are worth the air that we breathe.
You are the best part of life, the part of night, the best part of these precious days.
The grace with which you endure is surpassed only by the vigor with which you choose to believe,
In yourself, in your earthly company, and in all the things you cannot see.
And I pray never to take for granted all that you do without even knowing that you do it for me.
Even while I realize that I don't know my destination,
You are in every step I take; so no step I take is a step away from you.
You are the pulse in my veins and the life that has filled my soul.
You are each and every rain drop that fall around us, no matter how far apart we are.
Life was handed too many chances to keep us apart and failed miserably,
And because of that I hate having to let go of you each time we embrace.
So I will go everywhere that life asks me to go,
As long as you're there, either somewhere inside of you, or somewhere inside of me.
I love to see your eyes,
I love to see your smile,
I love to hear your laughter,
I LIVE to hear your voice.
For every day I get lost in you all the more.
Every day I willingly fall, hoping to meet at the morning.

 

[ticklishscribe]

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Move this thread to the first page
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[Iris]

the share your poems thread....

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS

Follow your dreams.. don't let them slip away....
Wake up with goals to fulfill every single day.....

You can't get it back.. so don't waste time....
This is your life.. Your time to shine.....

Nothing's impossible so keep living your life
Fight thru the turmoil...struggles, and strife....

Be kind to others.. live life with a smile
We are only here for just a short while

Nothing is really as bad as it seems..
So live life today and follow your dreams......~IRIS

 

[Leo tickles]

I tried it the honest way, I cared.
But they still lied, they still tested and dared.
No regret and only "I'm sorry".
She said she loved me, then changed her story.
No more pain now though, we just judge by looks.
No need to read their insides anymore, like open books.
The new age of affection is about to begin.
I look with a smile on my face, and wide eyes, as the Devil welcomes me to sin.


Just finished.

 

[xionking]

Daughter

i spoke to her father
he said, 'we do love and care for her'
then why is she unhappy?
why does she cry at night?

can you see now what you've done?
everything else came second
the religion came first
an eternity in heaven.

if it is true
if heaven exists
you'll have eternity
to find your peace.

but whilst you're here
and i'm dating your daughter
if you ever hurt her again
i will have you at the slaughter.

-Xionking

 

[ticklishscribe]

Raven's Crag

Old tree
you lie rotting;
retreating to the future,
advancing to tomorrow.

Moss...
dripping like cobwebs
in an unlived in room,
shadows and shrouds
the sainted cedars
as they weep with the ages.

It's not the rain
Falling from the clouds,
it's the sun crying
cause he can't come out to play.