Soph's Poetry

[SophiaGrace]

at least soph give us smile everyday

I'm glad. Even though my poems are usually about my more negative feelings.

I'm glad they make you smile.

 

[Frodothelost]

*hugs soph* hehe

 

[SophiaGrace]

Oh Willow

Oh Willow,
Once majesty of your shore.
You have fallen,
and no one was around to see.

Remember when
Your boughs would
gracefully
swing
me
Back & Forth
through childhood?

Remember when you used to
stand
weeping at sorrows yet begotten
curving down to your sandy shore
billowing gently at the wind
sweeping the grains ever so finely at your roots

Oh remember
do remember
as I do
once more

Thin narrow leaves have I plucked
carelessly
from your boughs

Swordfights barefoot on summers eve
with shed branches
from you oh tree

I alone noticed your decease
walked unto your shore
and gazed at the majesty fallen
upon its sandy shore

 

[RainbowWalker]

Very interesting and very deep, Sophia. No matter if they are mostly about negative feelings or not but at least you have found a way to channelise them and to let them out. Thanks for sharing, as I know that it certainly wasn't easy to do that ...

 

[SophiaGrace]

So'll I

Autumn blossoms in the wind
Gnarled brown and olden tin
Breaking down inside its sin
Starts to wonder where it’s been.

Up above in the sky so nigh,
Closer than to touch the sky,
Twinkle stars in the night
Shine so brightly all in spite.

Lakes of hope they do not falter,
Deep within the hopeless halter,
Skies above and leaves beside
Come what may during eveningtide.

Wonder fishes in the deep
Keeping secrets in their sleep
Ice above and dark below
Nevermind the things which grow.

All these things and the sun
Far away and almost done
Setting now admists twilight’s gloom
Now here comes the rising moon.

Fallen leaves and boughs that snap
Wonder now how they will tap
On the window panes so high
Sleep e’er tightly so’ll I.

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Very interesting and very deep, Sophia. No matter if they are mostly about negative feelings or not but at least you have found a way to channelise them and to let them out. Thanks for sharing, as I know that it certainly wasn't easy to do that ...

Thanks Rainbow. It's a nice creative way of expressing myself.

 

[PenDragon]

It is indeed.

 

[SophiaGrace]

Writing

Writing in the sand
Trailing my stick,
My hand,
My finger
Tracing an outline
Of my feelings
My thoughts
My heart
Pouring
The ocean over my trails

Sadness washing away
Bubbling up
And leaving holes where I have been.

 

[HoodedMonk]

Rome

Feeling regret
Asking why
Telling myself
It’s human.

Feeling guilt
Asking why
Telling myself
It’s human.

Feeling absence
Asking why
Telling myself…


Rome didn’t fall in a day.
Nor was it made in one.

Eastern State Penitentiary

Chipped paint
Over bars
Aged patina
Turning to rust

Vaulted ceilings
Railed walkways
Echoes as you walk
Bouncing off the walls

Cells so named
After the building block of life
Holding life
Having held.

Abandoned
But not empty
Life still within
Stories and feelings still kept.

Some things never die.

 

[HoodedMonk]

To Plato

Forget the ears,
Forget the eyes,
These things may be done ‘way with.

For many are those
With ears that do not listen
And eyes that do not see.

You don’t need these things to be.

Listening is not done with the ears
Seeing not done with the eyes.
These things are done elsewhere.

For if the blind lead the blind, let them.
And if your words fall on Deaf ears, you are heard.

 

[BeyondShy]

I don't get it. Are you SophiaGrace or HoodedMonk or both? And if so, why?

 

[HoodedMonk]

Should I..
quietly go to sleep
and hope to wake in day alright?

Sleep..
done more often
wastes the life away.

 

[HoodedMonk]

I gave you my heart,
Yet what use was it?
You couldn’t lock it in a box
Or nail it on a wall.

It wasn’t artwork,
Or jewelry to be worn.

And what is giving anyways?
As if my heart was no longer my own
No longer in my chest
Still beating.

Something though,
Is given,
Or broken down,
Or let inside a secret room.

Giving love,
Is like giving a key
So that something may be opened

A part of the self reaches out
And lingers somewhere
Other than self-preservation
A rib cage opening to vulnerable organs.

 

[HoodedMonk]

A Reputation for a Ghost

A reputation for a ghost
is better than nothing at all
for ghosts you see aren't visible
and cling tightly to walls

Their visibility is thin
and others pay no heed
to sighs and moans so clearly given
and eyes which weep with need.

A ghost should be given a reputation
for a reputation it deserves
existence is a thing to notice
not a thing to be shunned and spurned

 

[HoodedMonk]

A

An enigma
a mystery
a poem
a rebel
A piece of writing
a feeling
a sense of despair
a wonderance
a dream
a diary
a ruination

The book has thumped closed.

Semblance.

 

[Solivagant]

^ Intriguing. =]

 

[HoodedMonk]

^ Intriguing. =]

Thank you, Solivagant.

Your username means…a solitary wanderer. (Soli is also in the beginning of the world solitare and solitary, and vagant almost sounds like the word vagrant…) An interesting way to say it. I wonder if this means you have like some huge bank of vocabulary.

and Weltschmerz means…a feeling of melancholy and world weariness. I think there's two parts to that word too. Weltz and schmerz. Welt means….world….and schmerz means…pain or hurt.

Literally translated from German it means world pain….but…actually means world weariness, or that the world hurts you…existence does.

Huh.

Two words I didn't know.

Yes, you must have a bigger vocabulary than I do.

Interesting.

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Dog Haiku

Dog looks up at me.
Watching me for the next cue.
What's that in my hand?

 

[HoodedMonk]

Opens hand.
Closes hand.
Opens hand.
Closes hand.

Tension,
Fist,
Splayed fingers,
Curled up.

Gestures,
Seeking,
Drawing,
Spatial.

Limit,
Halt,
Try,
Again.

 

[HoodedMonk]

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