Poetry for the Sake of Poetry

[U4ea]

Share what you write that doesn't fit into any of the other categories! 

 

 

If enough people jump in, we'll make it a contest thread, too! :)  If that happens, I'll be back to edit this post with rules and stuff. ;)

[LadyWordsmith]

I would like to present one of the few pieces I wrote that I like to perform regularly (meaning I feel it's worth performing, and people actually enjoy it.) I wrote this one while walking the 2.5 miles from campus to my house my first year of graduate school, in the summer, while taking an independent study in Old English with a professor who embodies "Norse Femininity." If you're not sure what I mean, look up viking women. It came to me while walking, and I kept running through the first half in my head desperately afraid I was going to forget it before I got to a computer. For once, I was lucky, and it stuck. Also, I should point out that my best poetry has been inspired by my husband, who is perfect fodder for poetry and story.

 

 

"I Sit Amongst the Stones" 

by Honorable Lady Lillias MacGuffin 

 

I sit amongst the stones and weep,

the shadows deepen; dark and gray.

I close my eyes and long for sleep,

trapped alone, my memories stray. 

 

The king, he said, had called for war,

and he must go; was honor-bound. 

He promised he'd be gone no more

than a season, an' would do me proud.

 

His eyes were lit with brilliant fire,

eager to prove his mettle well.

I gave him leave, t'was his desire,

and tried not, on the worst, to dwell. 

 

I tended flocks and worked the land,

and in the evenings as I sat,

I missed his warmth, and sturdy hand.

He loved me well, I'll give him that.

 

The summer passed, til autumn mists

did ring the hillside, round our 'stead.

Til one cool night, the news arrived, 

my dear fool husband now was dead.

 

And more, the war had turned about,

and crossed the sea; was coming here.

I and the children must go, no doubt,

time wasted now would cost us dear.

 

We packed little, and bundled warm,

prepared to leave at break of day.

The children slept, though I did not,

worried o'er even such slight delay. 

 

At first light came the trumpet call.

In panic neighbors fled their homes,

though some did fight, and tried to stall

for time. But they fell like stones.

 

The fighting, though quite fierce, was brief.

O'er not long past the break of day.  

Left bathed in blood, and sick with grief,

as the villains simply sailed away. 

 

The tumbled stones, as still as graves,

note starkly, where good people fell.

Where houses stood, midst verdant waves

of grass, within this simple dell. 

 

I sit amongst the stones and weep,

muffled by the winter snow,

Into my heart the cold does creep,

For what good, did I let him go?

[Ryrin]

Beautiful!!!!

[LadyWordsmith]

Thank you! 

[Wren of the Brown]

Something I wrote a few years that got a lot of notice on deviantArt and at the local poetry jams.

 

http://rian101.deviantart.com/art/a-girl-named-wild-rose-94791139

 

Barefoot,
curled in the once pastel armchair
sun-bleached from clear afternoons
peering into the coffeehouse.  
       Blond hair,
                pig-tailed,
wavy in the lazy manner of wheat
fields swaying, bangs dangling over
            unsmudged lenses.
My mind was a rush, she says, so i
came here and started on this book,
the not yet yellowed pages slapping flipped,
burying each other in the fall  - what about you?
                                                 legs unfurl,
the sweat dulled sheen of her skin given
         gaugeable depth,
purpled splotches on thin shin stalks;
             lily pads on a pond of skin.

[LadyWordsmith]

Sweet! I like the imagery, It's very vivid. 

[Ryrin]

Very Nice!!!

[Neeto]

very excellent writing pieces you have created

[Panchi]

Why promise

 

You promised.

You promised me

The sky.

Then why,

Let me

Confine

My hands

Less

Than their reach.

Why promise?

Why?

 

You promised.

You promised me

The world.

Then why,

Let me

See

Nothing

Beyond

There walls.

Why promise?

Why?

 

You promised.

You promised me

A home.

Then why,

Let these

Bricks

Become

An everlasting

Prison.

Why promise?

Why?

 

You promised.

You promised me

Love.

Then why,

Let me

And my heart

Feel hate

Only hate.

Why promise?

Why?

 

You promised.

You promised me

Then why,

Let me

Desire

Death

More than

My life.

Why promise?

Why?

 

You promised.

You promised me

Comfort.

Then why,

Let me

Believe

That even

Feathers were

Cold stone.

Why promise?

Why?

 

You promised.

You promised me

Beauty.

Then why,

Let me

See

Nothing

But

Harshness.

Why promise?

Why?

 

You promised.

You promised me

Truth.

Then why,

Let me

And

My life

Become

A lie.

Why promise?

Why?

 

You promised.

You promised me

Strength.

Then why,

Let me

Feel

Like a coward,

Always

Running away.

Why promise?

Why?