Poetry exchange

Dark Longings No one knows the dreams I have. No one hears the voiceless screams I make in the silence of the night. No one sees me through the subtle mask I wear. Where my tears fall in solitude, and pain echoes in my heart, I am alone. I cannot be whole. It tires me. This fruitless need to be understood, when from unseeing eyes I hide. What is the point? Sometimes I am a stranger to myself, yet no one will ever know me like I do. Is there a single soul out there who mirrors the longings in my heart? Imperfect, but still able to fill the emptiness of my existence. Not one has surfaced. Perhaps no one is destined for me. Perhaps not until I truly reveal myself. But that in its entirety is a most fearsome thought. For when all is bared and barriers come crashing down, will you still know me? I fear the answer. No one knows, no one hears, no one sees the secrets I keep inside of me. Will you be there if I truly bare the darkness in my soul? ---

Wow, you guys have all written great poems. Here is one of mine:You tell me I'm beautiful Yet, You call me a dog Say you love me But spit in my face Thought you were the perfect one I never imagined it to be this way When your hands touch me I wish it'd be tenderly But you are a beast! Can't control yourself Yet, you want to control me! You like putting me down Enjoy seeing me cry Always wanting more Than I can give you Accusing me of things I never did I feel repelled by The very sight of you And happy you are When my skin bruises under your touch You are weak and scared That is why you take it out on me But through all this I turned out weaker and more scared Than you could ever be And finally, my fear took over Now you lay still, on the ground With the last thing i'll ever give you... A bullet...*by the way, this was not based on any personnal experiences of mine, just so you know!

Wonderful poems! Here's one of mine: Love Rekindled When first your hand touched mine I slowly felt the hands of time Come to a halt and all stood still Except for your eyes that held my will. What power you had over breath and limb As I struggled to take you completely in You smiled that smile and touched my face And I found myself far apace From anything I had felt forewith For right there all other feelings were but a myth Stay close to me now as we were then Let me feel your hand again And gaze into your entrancing eyes And never think of any goodbyes And then you'll smile, as once you did Rekindling the love you never hid.

Why is it that some people who find love, handle it with such carelessness? Some people search for love all their lives. When it is found, why put it down and forget about it, only to realize how much it meant when it is gone? When you find love, hold on to it, celebrate its feelings, drown in them every day, be consumed by them... I am consumed by you Sharon. I will never set aside my love. I will never look for it only when it is lost. I love you. I will show you and tell you every day.

From Now Until Forever I've never known a love like yours Nor thought it could be true, But every time I kiss your lips I feel what love can do With hair like silk And lips so tender, Each moment with you Makes my heart surrender I couldn't live, I couldn't breathe Without you by my side, Never will I let you go, My love will never hide And in my heart you'll always be From now until forever, No matter what, no matter where We'll always be together Author © Ryan Brennan

Nice session of poetry..though am not much of a poet..here's one I wrote.. DAWN... The first gleam of light Thru' the blackness of night The sun gradually spreads its smile Which seems to extend for a mile The frst whisper of the wind The breeze cooling your mind The disappearing twinkle of the stars The earth wakes up with the lark's The world awakens with a start Life begins to move like a dart The dazzling light ends the blackened night Lo; behold the dawn has come with its radiating light!!!

well let see if this can win the girls heart. hello cutty,nting has made me crazy but ur beauty, and now its really making me feel guilty. i'm guity of no crime but guilty of falling for your beauty. each time i ponder about your beauty i ofen wonder how holly your heart is. and i i had the thougth that if i could'nt tell of your heart beauty then why am i so sure that i'm not making a faulty thougth when i said i'm falling for your beauty. but each time i had a faulty thougth about u i feel faulty with myself. and i ask myself could this kind of beauty do me wrong. hope u like it the stuff itself is long this is just the summary.

I have another one, if i may: Restless In the darkness of my tomb I slowly wait For the moonlight To overflow my surroundings Night after night I seek for what I cannot find Freedom of the soul For mine has been prisoner Of this life For way too many centuries I walk and bleed, young and old Men and women My survival depends upon it I don't want to anymore Never have wanted to Can't take this loneliness no more It's driving me insane I am so furious at what made me What I have been for so long My heart, my trust, my soul Shredded to pieces By the one who had them all Handed to him on a silver platter I loved him, yes As much as i've despised him For the many years I have roamed over the innocents I long to feel the sunshine again And not be what the others fear The dark spirit of the night *obviously, this was not based on any personnal experiences of mine!

Times Past Daydreams, visions of times gone by, Have my thoughts racing and my head in a cloud. There is a curious twinkle in my eye, As I smile and I laugh outloud. I remember things done in the innocence of youth. Running and playing endlessly in pouring rain. The money found under my pillow for my first lost tooth Simple, yet precious things, parents thought were insane. Time moved on and so we did grow older Our first date, our first kiss and yes our first car. As we aged, our antics got much bolder We worried our parents and made tempers smolder. Now we've become adults, wise and mature. Our children are now making their own memories. We learned from the best, thats for sure. Always love your kids, but hide your car keys! Copyright ©2006 Kay Spivey

Congratulations on your poem. It's very good. I'd like to share one with you that I wrote to a very dear and caring friend. I framed it and gave it to him for his birthday, as he was headed back home... My Very Own Earth Angel You touched my life but briefly and showed me the path to tread Because you somehow knew my mind was in a state of confusion, There to pick me up when I faltered and fell, lifting my drooping head, With both hands, you'd lift it skyward, breathing an illusion Of happier times that waited for me, waited around the bend In the path of life which led elsewhere, a path that would never end. When I was solemn, you afforded a hug and eased my aching heart, Taking my hand, you'd look into my eyes, whenever things got rough, Wiping away the tears that fell before my chest would start To heave with the sobs that followed ... you just couldn't do enough. My gratitude to the powers that be for sending my caring friend To give me the strength to carry on, bravely through to the end. Maybe a test, I'm not quite sure but you said you wanted more And when I said that was impossible my heart was held elsewhere You accepted my explanation, backed off, and kept no score Of the kindnesses you showed me when I was in despair Of the cards that fate had dealt me, the fog-bound, dusty road. I know that higher powers sent you to help me lighten my load. You told me you were the devil... no, that I do not believe, More like my earth angel, but now you have a need To give your love to a little man... so sorry you have to leave, For I will forever remember all the words you said to me in heed, Words so deep and meaningful, words so soft and true, Yes, I'll remember everything when I think back to you. Thank you so much for caring, oh stranger of the night, For showing me how to lift my head and face a better day, For without the wisdom of your mind, I really think I might Never have made it through the thick, swirling veil of grey. When the little man is grown, I think it would make him proud If you sit him down and read him Dad's poem, out aloud.

in the winter when you are away i imagine the world mourn with me. The candyfloss clouds turn dark in suspension, The bus on canal street runs late,and the milk sours seconds faster. When ice grows on the oak,I do the things I can't when you're here. I let the hair on my legs entwine,the soy sauce on my chin congeal. I watch oprah and sob,sing Abba with my mouth full. On Christmas day,the only stockings I see are wrapped in gaudy paper, A present from Aunty Anna to wear as I eat my radioactive meal for one. And then suddenly it's spring,the world rises groggily from slumber, And finds me shaved and scrubbed and scented. The house dusted,the crushions laid on the couch in order of shade. Everything ready so I can tell you I didn't even notice you were gone.

Thats really nice and creative.

A wonderful poem. Time can be a beautiful thing, to bring one closer, to open your eyes.

U write good

Very nice poem, thanks for sharing. Here is one of my bery first poems I wrote, years ago. Love is a campfire, burning bright. Gathered around in the still cold night. Burning bright is the flame, For there is no one for them to blame. Being suttle, being still, Sitting up on that glowing hill. Now their frinds and will be forever, Cause of the campfire that brought them together. I am proud of this poem because it is one of the very first I had wrote.

I have my poems copywrited on poetry.com. I enjoy writing poetry, prose and poems. Here is one for you. Some of mine are written in the Wiccan style. Night of Black Night of black, Storm to rage. One will go at this stage. Lightening tonight to flash. Who changes things teeth will gnash. Mine enemy will suffer the same They caused and I know their name. This much I can truly see. As I mote so shall it be.

Ok but I know a little poem Rain Rain go away come again another day little jony want to play Rain Rain go away

good work done.

hello dear,ur poetry is really amazing and has got deep toughts,i loved reading it i will send u some of mine.read it by getting into my profile and discuussions u will love reading them. i am helpless coz i cant paste them over hereas i have less than 500 postings...

As I sit here and think of what was, what is and what could be I often think of others and wonder if they are the same If this is so why have we not met? in this life or the other and are they too at pains to understand it all? Then it strikes like lightning a vision in my sleep but I am not in slumber This is real, I am awake It is not what was or is or what can be..... It is who I am