Poetry

[Jenna]

This was written during a dark time in my life when I was really struggling just to survive my mental and emotional state...but even then God was there, carrying me.

PLEASE HELP ME!


I feel that I am nothing, less than nothing.

I feel like I don't belong here anymore.

I need the peace of loving arms to hold me;

Loving kisses to heal my soul;

Tender words to comfort me, to make me feel whole,

But yet I am locked behind unbending walls away

From those I love, away from the ones I need;

Unable to feel the loving caresses; loving in return.

Unable to hear the comforting words, because I am behind a wall of my own making.

Someone PLEASE help me break down the wall.

PLEASE HELP ME!

Copyright ©2006~Jenna

[Jenna]

I AM

I am your shelter.
I am the light.
I am your peace.
I am your love.
I am your lord.
I am your husband.
I am your God.
I am…

Copyright ©2006~Jenna

[Jenna]

Hang in there…

Sometimes life is crazy
Moments never defined
Often blurry and hazy
That we’d like to hit rewind

Sometimes life is wonderful
Time moves with grace
It doesn’t seem nearly as full
When it is a less frantic pace

Then there are moments like these
When nothing seems to go right
Take a second please
To hang in there and sit tight

Copyright ©2006~Jenna

[Jenna]

I’m little,
I’m small,
I’m not very tall.

I smile.
I coo,
And I wear blue.

Can you guess who I am?
I’m Reid that’s who!

Copyright ©2006 Jennifer Fischer

[kg00ds]

Ok, I hope I don't freak anybody out but here is another poem I wrote awhile back...I didn't post it sooner cuz I didn't want to offend/ cause anyone to think I am sick or something. I hope it doesn't now. Oh, well here it is.

Unaware

Demons walking in the colorless night,
Slipping in and out of shadows in the light.
Flying creeping here and there,
Lurking, stalking, everywhere,
So alert of everything, yes so aware.

A child ----
So small and innocent,
Sits upon the deck,
The lake as calm as can be,
No one in sight,
Oh the Peace, Oh the rest,
Of this accursed night.
A child sitting there without a care,
So unaware, so very unaware…

Now suddenly, a chill runs up my spine,
For I see them, there closing in,
Closing in upon all sides.
I see the zeal upon their brows,
I see the sulfuric vapors rise like clouds.
I see the hate in their eyes, Piercing through the dark,
I see their cold, unmerciful, and wretched hearts.
And I see the goal that is in there minds,
They desire blood tonight…

As they watch and wait they are savoring the thought,
The wickedly delicious thought of when they’ll end it all,
And still the child sits there,
Not realizing the fate that awaits,
Sitting there without a care,
Sitting so unaware,
Oh the peace, oh the rest that he feels,
Until, until it’s over…

[dinadan]

I absolutely freakin' love this poem.

kg00ds, this was brilliant. Brilliant. I've read it like six time sitting here. The imagery, the darkness, the creepy evilness of it--delightfully horrid.

We shouldn't be afraid of exploring the darker parts of the psyche--so don't worry about that aspect of it.

*gushes*

[kg00ds]

Wow, and thanks. That has to be my absolute favorite of yours so far. It reminds me of the awesome poetry I've heard at Poetry Jams. Ever been to one?

[dinadan]

kg00ds said:

Wow, and thanks. That has to be my absolute favorite of yours so far. It reminds me of the awesome poetry I've heard at Poetry Jams. Ever been to one?

Yeah, I have--although I tend to not like the kind of poetry that gets produced by people that are involved in those things. Even this poem is way too modern to really tickle my sensibilities...because it is just unfocused, unharnessed, unreasonable raw emotion. There's something, maybe, in sharing those kinds of things occasionally, but Poety is so much deeper than that...and really demands that we attempt to make meaning out of our experiences.

Poetry that just exposes the wounds without conveying the importance of it is like (to steal a good phrase from SRL) "a series of 'You are Here' signs but narry a map."

[kg00ds]

Amen, but I still loved it

[Dred]

Played

Confusion stirs
Stomach clenches
Heart races
Fears abound

Mind blurs
Thoughts racing
Body shaking
Heartaches sound

Legs shake
Fingers tremble
Tongue thickens
Head pounds

Reality hits--
you've been played

[Dred]

Friends?

Cheerful smile
Soothing word
Warm embrace
Delicate laughter
Playful glance

Icy Eyes
Shapened tongue
Hardened heart
Forced joy
Hateful stare

Do I feel joy
or do I despair?

[karenee]

My Solace

I stand alone on empty ground
Crushed by trial, toil and pain,
Yet in the sky of looming clouds
I seek a solace--Yes, to gain.

And as the thunderous crash resounds
I fall in rush of burning fire
And tightly hold a cooling hand
With peace and comfort to inspire.

This I know in all I feel--
Though it may tear my soul to shreds,
Without this trial, oh my Lord,
I wouldn't know You as my Head.

[kg00ds]

Awesome!!!!

[karenee]

Din, that is lovely.

It's wonderful when poetry captures not only your impressions, but also wraps up the concept for someone else. So much of "Untitled Meditation #18" (needs title!) has been a part of my past also that I had to read it several times just to enjoy the memories it resurrected. *wipes tears from her eyes and goes into the rest of the day with a smile*

[Jenna]

A little cutsie one I wrote for my wee boy...
I'm little,
I'm small,
I'm not very tall.

I smile.
I coo,
and I wear blue.

Can you guess who I am?
I'm Reid that's who!

Copyright ©2006 Jennifer Fischer