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A little poem i wrote while homeless

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posted on Apr, 22 2006 @ 11:08 AM
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I wrote this poem while i was homeless and heartbroken.

I would enjoy some feedback on it though because All the poetry sites and places i have visited really suck.


Poetry ( Tears of Fears)

Whence there came miserry for me,
Even though my disposition was joyfully happy.
Attracting lust of transfixing eyes,
She stare at I and other guys.
Never have I been alone, keeping myself company.
However now, betrayed by friends, I am most lonely.
Conversing to myself about priorities,
Giving up on socialties and loyalties.
Being loyal to myself I find fullfillment,
likeswise I feel great lament.
Once again,
Suffering pain.
Of no home, lover, food, or follower,
The lone wolf syndrome of my younger years.
I'm finding is reapeated over and over.
Sensing romance everywhere, alerted by my ears.
Lurking somewhere deep, the dark fears are followed,
By tears as destinys head reers.
Tears that leave me feeling swallowed.
I still cannot conquer my fears.
Yet again I have tears......
What will come in later years?




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Feel free to post your own poem as well!


[edit on 22-4-2006 by Magickesists]




posted on Apr, 22 2006 @ 04:33 PM
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does the poem have to be about homelessness/poverty. Does it even have to be sad.. any criteria on poems on this thread



posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 01:19 AM
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Yes the poem did have to be about such things as I tryed to communicate some of the things in my life that were going on.

It was my way of coping with poverty. I chronicled my own feelings and many other things in my writing while living on the streets.

Many many a mornings spent on the beach or on the street.
Great inspiration for any artist.



posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 01:21 AM
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I wasn't thinking of your poem but If I were to put one. I have not had the experience of being homeless but I kinda wanted to try my hand at poetry since I spent every weekend of 6th grade last year writing poems

btw I liked your poem cant explain but it plucks a heartstring

[edit on 4/23/06 by TristanBW9456]



posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 01:22 AM
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So what happened?

Did you get a job?



posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 01:31 AM
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kinda off topic but how does lysergic have negative bts points when warns and purchases come off of ats points



posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 01:48 AM
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Magickesists - thanks for posting your poem here.

I liked it alot and really made me understand what it must have been like to be homeless and the despair that you must have been feeling then.

I do hope that life has now improved for you.

How do you look back on those days - was it a learning curve for you ?

Again many thanks for sharing your experience with us

JM



posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 01:48 AM
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Originally posted by Lysergic
So what happened?

Did you get a job?


Indeed, I'm almost the backbone in a kicthen after I decided to move back to ontario and beg my parents to let me live with them for at least christmas.

Then I moved And got a job as a cook once again living on my own sorta.
Soon to be in a shared accomodation. It's friggin hard to get on your feet after being homeless and completly iresponsible for a year.

Oh and there's just so much heart put into the poems it's hard not to get something out of it.


I have gone back and read them several times interpreting my own poems in a different way.



posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 02:13 AM
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I oughta write something like that some time. Might be good for me. kinda need an outlet



posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 02:25 AM
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Unfortunatly the best ones i ever wrote i gave to the girl that broke my heart. I bet she hasn't even read them yet, They were so amazing I actually regret giving them to her so much.

But yet I still love her because she showed me love when I knew no sanity. It was interesting indeed.


Poetry(Love or Sorrow?)

A tearful tale of joy and sorrow,
Written now to read tomorrow.
Yet I still feel so hollow.
Everyone around me falling in love,
Myself left alone like an abandoned messenger dove.
I desire and want , a lover whos passion resembles raging fire.
None come for me. Is it my insanity?
Is it my desire propogated by an inner liar?
Absent is my love leaving me hollow ,and full of sorrow,
Wondering what will come of it tomorrow.
I'll get over it, feeling slightly euphoric.
Until then,try as I might, I'm simply a raving lunatic


Poetry ( The coffee shoppe: Universal Nexus)

Pencil to paper at a black steel table, circular.
Contemplation of noise, conversation, and visualization.
It seems my path and the right on are perpendicular.
Still, knowing I can still sense stimulation brings me elation.
With the world spinning around me, I sit at the coffee shoppe,
Knowing that the nexus is the top of the chair I'm upon.
So I revel in the feeling, take in everything, and remain on top.
Only one thing could improve this, a coffee and cigarette to draw upon.



posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 03:59 AM
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Some of that cuts pretty deep.
Thanks for posting.



posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 10:27 PM
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I once had an incident of my own, here is a poem for you to interpret. After all you shared your pain. So here is a bit of me to you.

Stand Alone

We stand alone on earth
The aura that befalls us all,
Tonight shall be the last
For we will surely fall
A time has come to pass
A bridge has been let go
For this I let alone
The understanding statement
Upon the bridge tonight
I take my last breath
Of the musky air
Try to release my regrets
Never reach to you again
My fear has come to an end
And tonight
I found my place of rest
Past snakes, demons
Come with me
To my watery grave
My crypt
Of endless sleep



posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 10:40 PM
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Don't want to be left out.
Wrote this overseas at a particularly bad time.

Thought I would share this.

"The silent reaper comes to me
In shades of tarnished gold.
Questioning and beckoning,
I fear his icy hold.

He reaches out and grasps for me,
With bony misformed hand.
I strike out in a desperate wrath!
For this is not my land."

"Go away, Leave me be!
I've much yet must be done!"
He looks at me a deathly stare
I turn for I must run.

Down the road eternity
Is ever drawing near
But with my small respite has come
A lessening of fear.

I turn to him and raise a sword
I've found that's in my hand.
My eyes are strong, my voice is true
I make my final stand.

"Come good Reaper, try this man
For I shall run no more."
"My Country loves me far away
That's what I fight for."

He hesitates and slows his gait
He sees that I wont run.
Marine Corps Honor strong in me
He faces more than one.

Then he turns and disappears
My battles won this day.
My love for Country strong and true
I raise my eyes and pray.

I wrote this after being injured overseas in 1983.
Hope you enjoy it.
G



posted on Apr, 24 2006 @ 05:42 AM
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awesome poems.

It's nice to know there's a few others that use poetry as an outlet once and a while when there down for the count. I'd almost say poetry is as good as a good shrink.



posted on Apr, 24 2006 @ 09:38 PM
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We all have the heart of an artist. We just need the personal freedom to let it out. To experience the calming, the rush of emotional relaxation that expression gives us.



posted on Apr, 24 2006 @ 11:01 PM
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hmm...

give me a while to think of a good subject that I can put my heart into and I'll put a poem up. Its hard to do when your so young.



posted on Apr, 25 2006 @ 10:25 PM
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You should just start rhyming as many words as you can together in sequence. write it down and look up the definition of each word. Then go get drunk, high, twisted, warped and sped, have an adventure and wake up on the beach in the morning. You will no doubtedly Have a much more expressive poem.



posted on Apr, 25 2006 @ 11:22 PM
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whatever happened to your profile.

Also I unfortunately am unable to have that adventure...
maybe a poem about how my life is complete drudgery...



posted on Apr, 27 2006 @ 06:21 PM
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Edgar allen poe style.



posted on Apr, 27 2006 @ 08:21 PM
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Magickesists it seems that you have had alot to deal with. Was your experience memorable? Im interested in how your doing now, and if you have any influences in your current lifestyle? I'm a big fan of your other posts.



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