| *Poetry Palace* |
| Hello esteemed ladies and gentelmen, and everyone else. Welcome to the "classy" part of my website. The Poetry Palace. Are you a poet and you didn't know it??? Maybe you know it but you haven't come out of the closet yet. Ok, more seriously, for all you poets and wanna be poets, this site will give you the chance to be heard, or should I say read. So if you want your poetry posted just e-mail me or send me a message. If i'm nice, which I usually am, I will post if for ya! EVERYBODY SING WITH ME NOW! (To the tune of "If You're Happy and You Know It!") "If you're a poet and you know it, clap your hands! *clap clap* If you're a poet and you know it clap your hands! *clap clap* If you're a poet and you know it and your really wanna show it, if you're a poet and you know it, clap your hands! *CLAP CLAP* |
| Ok to start things off we will be having a poem by Chair |
| Resltess thoughts inside my head, I long for my cosy bed. I'm not tired I just want to be alone, I reach down and unplug the phone. Turn off my alarm and lock the door, hoping not to be bothered anymore. I know I will have to get up soon, but for now I will just be alone in my room. |
| Here is a gem by Sweethang |
| There is friction and longing in the space between you and I. I feel you drawing me toward you even from this distance. So close and yet so far away. Buried in your day to day. I See only hints of your presence in this place. Yet I see your ghost late in the night, by the lack of your presence, your voice, your breath, you are obviously around me, the memory of you here comforts me. I feel your presence and your absence simultaneously, thus it shall remain....until you return. |
| Another wicked poem by Sweethang. |
| Flickering blue,yellow and white flames, warming my soul. Setting fire to every doubt, every unnecesary tear. burning the most protected part of me. Violently desintegrating all defenses. Strong violent waves crash over me. I'm falling forward - to what? Blue, white heat. Hands searching, mouths touching. Warm, wet lips on trembling skin. Lost is what I am. |
| Unknown author I can't stop these dreams They are driving me insane. I keep seing you I know you aren't to blame. I'm having so much trouble letting go and spend my days trying to forget. I know i'm the one who left it was the right thing there are no regrets There was no more love for me to give my tank was on empty long ago. They say time heals all wounds I say the healing is slow..... |
