Feeling in a poetry mood ?

[Aychu]

If u feel like saying some poetry ... if u wanna share what u write, what u like, what u have learnt, anything that has touched u and u wanna share , this is the place to go !!

[Aychu]

Ehh... since I am the one who is posting, I have to start :

My Shelter

Feel like a ship,
vanishing within the horizon

A Body full of emptiness
Without a soul

Feel like a destiny,
lost in its own path

a sky glowing darkness
not a single star

Lost My shelter long ago,
Btill don't know Where to go !

By Aychu !


it surely needs more work, will come back on it as soon as possible !

[lost]

Not bad.keep on practicing

[MiMouNa]

I appreciate the idea and your poem even more. Continue, you are on the right track to become a great poet .

Otherwise, I was never endowed for that neither in French nor in English but I will try to please you Aychu .

[Aychu]

Envoyé par MiMouNa

I appreciate the idea and your poem even more. Continue, you are on the right track to become a great poet .

I wouldn't say that much ...
Nah .... I know I am good, but not that much !!!

(But hey , go on on telling me that great stuff ... it feeds My Ego ... feels great !! )

Envoyé par MiMouNa

Otherwise, I was never endowed for that neither in French nor in English but I will try to please you Aychu .

To please me ??
Wow ... feel so special !!

[Anoushka]

I’ve never been that much into poetry either, in spite of my educational background. But my favorite piece ever, has to be “If” by Rudyard Kipling. It has been inspirational and more of a philosophy of life ever since the first time I’ve read it, in high school. Enjoy it all:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

[Nemesis]

Mad Girl by Sylvia Plath


I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)


The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.


I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)


God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.


I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)


I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)