Girlfriend, you've got to keep those poems! You have a real talent for putting raw, jagged emotions on paper!

Clear Dawn

Barely lit
the trees across the way
Still shadows across the lay
of land
out my window
I think
about the sun
Expect it
to shine through
the dim mists somehow

Oh
they're calling me for breakfast
I better go
Hot chow waits for no
man or woman
I hope to see
you later SUN
Promise

Sept. 9-2006

Simple is My Middle Name

I am not impressed
by diamonds
or other fancy stones
Glitter on a ring
or bracelet
Doesn't sway
my ah's and oh's

Keep away those
sparkling
man carved
signs of greed
or fainted expectations
Can't change
the emptines I felt
A non-compilation
of waiting
to get slowly
on with speed

Wait me a river
with blue heron
Stalking that far side

Sept. 7th-2006

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wow, wilfire-keep it up!

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Andress

I'm in that dark house again,
but my dreams can't hold me hostage anymore.
I can't stop them, but I can control them.
In those twilight moments
where I stand in both the dream world and in reality;
I get to choose how the scene plays out.

I'm in that dark house again
he's in here too;
this chase is never ending, but now I am ready.
Each night we practice this ritual,
dodge left, run faster.
I've found a place to hide.

I'm in that dark house again
hearing only my ragged breath and pounding heart.
Be still! Slow your breathing... calm your heart.
Listen, can you hear the house?
The house is alive with creaking wood
and wind blown branches scratching at the window.

I'm in that dark house again
but I am in control.
From my hiding place I can hear him breathing;
His breath is quick with excitement.
Stealthily he creeps about the house looking for me.
As I close my eyes the sense of hearing grows stronger.

I'm in that dark house again
listening as he trys in vain to find me.
Now I can smell him;
like sour sweat and old cigarettes,
I try to keep from retching.
In complete control and safe for now I make my plan.

I'm in that dark house again
he is searching upstairs for me.
I quietly open the door of my hideaway
and tip toe up the stairs to follow him.
He turns around as if to strike,
but is frozen in fear at what now stands before him.

I'm in that dark house again
and I am not afraid.
My eyes illuminate my path as if they were glowing embers.
Embers of hatred and rage.
As he takes note of my change his blood chills.
The hunter has become the hunted.

I'm in that dark house again
enjoying the sense of physical strength building inside of me.
I can feel the sting on my knuckles
as I pummel his face and send him reeling to the floor.
I can hear the delicate facial bones crack
and can smell the stench of his fear.

I'm in that dark house again
standing over the man who forever chases me.
He is still breathing, but barely.
I smile with twisted glee
as I notice that he has soiled himself.
How does it feel? I ask him, How does it feel?

I'm in that dark house again
another night has fallen.
He's back again and set for a merry chase,
but I can control my dreams.
So each night we dance to this ironic song
of power and revenge, of making it until morning
- in that dark house -



~Boo-Damphir

Whooooooha!!! You are a very poet yourself!!!!! I appreciate your compliment on my poems!!! You GO GIRL!!!!!! Your poem has a lot of raw emotion out there!!!!:crazy-eye I really like this poetry thread!!! And I enjoy it very much!!! Thanxs -- Nam for starting this!! Boo--you are so very brave to but your dreams in a poem and then to post it publicly!!!:claps: Your poem has a lot of raw emotion too!!!! I am glad to know that someone understands about hiding from their perpetrator....that will give me something to journal about...With my moving next weekend it will be rather difficult to find my poetry books....so when I find them as I unpack I'll post the ones relating to your poem...Yes...I do keep all the poems I've written...a few I've written in the distant past that were written to myself as words of encouragement...I am looking forward to reading more of your poetry!!! .....Wildfirewildone
...............KEEPING THE PEACE

I will not forfet this race.
I will not let you win.
I will not throw my hands up and break down in tears.
I will not let your evil control my thoughts.
I will not let your ugliness filthen my life.
I will not let your sickness infect me.
I will not let you hurt me anymore.

i write a lot of poetry when i'm down, but i wouldn't care to share it because it's too "dark". i've been trying to make myself write some things that are not reflective of my down mood. not a poet--something to keep my mind busy.

Seasons

Moonlight glimmers on winter snow.
Around bare trees the cold winds blow.
Icicles drip on snowy ground,
And snowflakes fall without a sound.

Crocus blooms push through melting snow.
Springtime blades of green will follow.
Trees dressed in soft green ruffled lace.
Songbirds sing with excited pace.

Summer warms emerald earth once more,
Children frolic in waves on shore.
Scorching sand and curling sea foam.
Exhausted children carried home.

Autumn quilt of bright forests blend,
Leaves dancing, whirling on the wind.
When last leaves are finally down,
Small feet go crunching on the ground!