sparkly1 Posted June 24, 2007 Share Posted June 24, 2007 Just thought I would share some of my poetry with anyone who may be interested, I'm not really very arty with drawing (stick men are my limit lol), I can make pretty cakes sometimes, and I can sew dancing costumes and stuff, But poetry is what I have been doing the longest. I hope it's ok to start a thread on my poetry (don't want to get into big bother). anyway you can leave comments good or bad or if anyone has any ideas for improvements I am always open to suggestions. I saw everyone elses beautiful art and stuff and this is probably the only art I can do (a bit) so I hope this is ok, if not let me know and I will delete it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted June 24, 2007 Author Share Posted June 24, 2007 Enigma I know not Why warm tears trickle down my face, Shamed and disgraced At why my heart bleeds ........As it's... ...........Unnecessarily squeezed. I fear the power of my own hands At the times when; I dont understand, The illogicality of my own mind The place sometimes; where Im confined. Days, nay moments, Where I am the instrument, and... ......Where to cease to be, Consumes all of my rationality. In my dark reclusiveness I am quenched While I obsess, Torn and twisted in morbid agony Exhausted and shamed by reality. Cursed talons through my skull, Drag out the evil demon scum, Abhorrent superfluous prisoner, Within the cowardly walls of my enigma. 10/6/2004©Vivienne B Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mariposa Posted June 24, 2007 Share Posted June 24, 2007 I think it's a really good poem you posted her!! Of course you can post your stuff on here...why not? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nicole Posted June 24, 2007 Share Posted June 24, 2007 Me likes! Really! I don't get all the words though:naughty: , but still...... canny:thumb_yello: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted June 24, 2007 Author Share Posted June 24, 2007 Me likes! Really! I don't get all the words though:naughty: , but still...... canny:thumb_yello: :naughty:an Estonian Geordie :thumb_yello: love it (I grew up in that neck of the woods) wye aye man! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nicole Posted June 24, 2007 Share Posted June 24, 2007 :naughty:an Estonian Geordie :thumb_yello: love it (I grew up in that neck of the woods) wye aye man! *starts lying* Yes! I was born in Newcastle:thumb_yello: I am a total geordie! Why I man! All the canny lads and lasses!! And we need to milk the coos and bairns need feeding! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted June 25, 2007 Author Share Posted June 25, 2007 Here's one on a lighter note (I find it harder to write cheerful poetry lol) Resting Wings Run fast little one a skip and a leap chasing the magic that's just out of reach. stop for a breather a puff and a pant joy! the butterfly thinks your nose is a plant. 9/4/07©Vivennne B (pic provided by jjote) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted July 1, 2007 Author Share Posted July 1, 2007 Sepia glitz She sparkles within the rust clogging her freedom Arthritic movement shrouding gems of preciousness Choking in tarnished lustre a sepia of her self she's memorized Silken cobwebs reside where beats deafened, and the throng of passionate essence ...was life Rainbow twinkles brilliant gleams encased within years of her ivory tower of memories An ice sculpture of daily torment; and when it finally melts... her life will leave no mark. 04/02/2007©Vivienne B Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted September 11, 2007 Author Share Posted September 11, 2007 Ebonized Skies Take me to The ebonized skies Oh Angel of light Your aura compels me. Cool lapping waters Mingle chiffon to skin, Pulchritude an enemy Mine enemy within. The bitter taste of salt Dries upon silenced lips Where if I die here In this backwash, Under your abandon …I eclipse. Passion usurped Without consent Eternal anaphrodisia Scarred…dead. No tides can purify No sands can sift; and Like a message In a bottle This your sin, will drift. Submerge my soul Red as the sea But remember this, I shall avenge thee. 8/8/2006©Vivienne B Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lilmot Posted September 11, 2007 Share Posted September 11, 2007 It is beautiful. Hauntingly beautiful. How did you find the photo imagery to match so close to your poetic words? Thank you for sharing. You are definitely an artist. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted December 7, 2007 Author Share Posted December 7, 2007 Thank you, and I sometimes find the pics first then they inspire me, sometimes it's harder to write them that way as I usually write a lot of personal poetry but with pics they are different. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted January 7, 2008 Author Share Posted January 7, 2008 Familiar Face She was there tonight, The little girl with freckles on her nose. She looked up at me with blue mischief eyes, Smiled…I blinked, and she had gone. I missed her presence, wished her back but, Deep down I knew her visit was brief, And with her she took my youth, Bundled into the potato print bag she made in school And proudly carried about her person Because, her muse’s name was designed into it. And it was over spilling with who she used to be. But not the sad bad stuff... I reached out towards the mirror, I wanted to touch re-capture Some of that sparkle that once was me, The little girl with freckles on her nose…… She was there tonight. 5/12/2004©Vivienne B Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittie88 Posted March 6, 2008 Share Posted March 6, 2008 *bump* sorry sparkly, but these are absolutely amazing poems which more ppl should read, they are full of emotion and bring up some realy strong imagery! all I can say is wow!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted March 6, 2008 Author Share Posted March 6, 2008 Thanx Liz found another one now you reminded me I used to write poetry before I got Mika-ized lol. Silenced Strings The sallow pauperised Fingers of the soloist Hover teasingly in Glaciate anticipation, A breath away from Silenced strings Yearning, aching For your expert touch To strum life Once again But here I stand…preserved Within your rigid grip, Growing ever colder In this underused subway The overused ivory pick Forever swallowed Within the belly Behind oxidized Silenced strings. 27/9/2006©Vivienne B (The pic art is not my own). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted March 7, 2008 Author Share Posted March 7, 2008 Found a very dark one I wrote a few years ago, I can't find my other ones just yet. Susceptible reflections Reflected is the image Of my future The path that beckons is brightly lit With bloodstains and death I cannot escape Cannot run away or even turn my head Death follows me Like the eyes of her portrait Teasing, tantalizing me With every way I turn It wants me, THEY want me To make them feel… normal. Images flicker their way into my tormented youth. Cut, slice, bleed scar Slice cut scar bleed scar Image, normality Normality image Youth, bleed. Information overloads normality. I model your image I reflect back your saboteur, You are my mirror As I am yours. 20/11/2004©Vivienne B Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittie88 Posted March 7, 2008 Share Posted March 7, 2008 Found a very dark one I wrote a few years ago, I can't find my other ones just yet. Susceptible reflections Reflected is the image Of my future The path that beckons is brightly lit With bloodstains and death I cannot escape Cannot run away or even turn my head The death follows me Like the eyes of her portrait Teasing, tantalizing me With ever way I turn It wants me, THEY want me To make them feel… normal. Images flicker their way into my tormented youth. Cut, slice, bleed scar Slice cut scar bleed scar Image, normality Normality image Youth, bleed. Information overloads normality. I model your image I reflect back your saboteur, You are my mirror As I am yours. 2004©Vivienne B 20/11/2004 Wow, you are right that is a very dark poem, and it kinda hit quite hard. I really got into the poem (I know, it shows just what my mindset is like) the imagery was very real and the images of death and blood was chilling yet very real and I liked it (god how bad does that sound?) Anyway all I mean is that it is a really good poem and althout you have used personification and metaphor the feelings behind it all seem very real and raw!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
uhsofamous Posted March 7, 2008 Share Posted March 7, 2008 Your poems are so beautiful! You are so talented, keep on writing Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
emmylou Posted March 7, 2008 Share Posted March 7, 2008 might as well give this a try - i wrote this for my auntie when se died of breast cancer many years ago its only a short one a sunset on a beautiful beach brings memory's of you memories so soft and sweet of love that was more than true you went away but the mighty sea will never break us apart my love for you is strong and true and will last forever in my heart *leaves the thread to cry* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Barunka Posted March 7, 2008 Share Posted March 7, 2008 Wow, Sparkly, I love those poems! Keep on writing... as was already mentioned, you are definetly talented Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted March 28, 2008 Author Share Posted March 28, 2008 dug this one up (it was published a fair few years ago now) The Lords My Shepherd. I was taken quite unawares, While I sat and watched T.V, A congregation singing in the distance, As a part of my life remembered itself to me. I sang along to every word, I was back in song with my class, I pictured it so vividly, It was like being frozen in the past. The song rang out all around, And I felt happy and yet kind of sad, A melancholy hazy daydream, With every friend I ever had. Then all too soon it was snatched back, Leaving an aura of a nostalgic hollow, And a little worry at my brow, Of how fast come those tomorrows. 1994©Vivienne B Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted March 28, 2008 Author Share Posted March 28, 2008 might as well give this a try - i wrote this for my auntie when se died of breast cancer many years ago its only a short one a sunset on a beautiful beach brings memory's of you memories so soft and sweet of love that was more than true you went away but the mighty sea will never break us apart my love for you is strong and true and will last forever in my heart *leaves the thread to cry* I love poetry that comes straight from the heart like this one, it's such a beautiful way to express yourself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted March 28, 2008 Author Share Posted March 28, 2008 found another one lol, bit darker though. No-Mans-Land She wears a dark purple cloak, With a satin sheen inside, Some days she pulls up the hood, And this is where she hides. Her head is bowed towards her feet, As she musters all her strength, “Hold on hold on, do not let go,” She’s keeping it all at arms length. There in the shadows where cobwebs hang, And her inner fetal child still weeps, Are mocking echoes that go un-silenced, They suffocate her; even while she sleeps. She sees the child in much distress, But cannot quite outstretch her hands, Unable to forgive or love her, She leaves her chained in no-man’s-land. 18/6/2004©Vivienne B Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted March 28, 2008 Author Share Posted March 28, 2008 Everyday Angels How do you give love so freely? In the darkened room of trust Where peace and tranquillity twist And swirl in warm hues of twinkly dust. It’s where an angel kisses hearts With her pure unconditional love, Gentle harmonies and soothing sounds Infuse the cradle of hand in glove. She wraps shards of glowing plastic Into small and helpless hands Takes them from their poisoned bodies To a warm and special land. In the psychedelic womb of Delicate fragrances and bouquets She gently whispers through her caring smile as Precious cargo peacefully plays. And she is a very special lady With the patience of a saint, Radiating cheer in a cave of rainbows Cushioning all the angels she paints. 19-21/11/2004©Vivienne B I wrote this one after watching a programme on tv that touched me (The pic art is not my work). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittie88 Posted March 29, 2008 Share Posted March 29, 2008 I love these poems, they are so full of emotion and so many different feelings surrounding them! keep them coming Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nikjass Posted March 30, 2008 Share Posted March 30, 2008 Wow!!! I'm impressed.. these poems are really good. I love them, full of emotions and actually make you sit and ponder for a bit. Hope you'll share more with us soon. (btw lovely to have met you and your daughter in London ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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