Poems from the heart (or elsewhere)

[Sam Miguel 10]

Originally posted by caz2

I have to say it makes a real change to see men who are capable AND willing to express their emotions. Plus the fact that your poetic.... well its even more encouraging. Maybe all hope isn't lost for the male gender.

 

Thanks for that, caz

 

I'm certainly not scared of showing my feelings or emotions, it seems stupid not too to to me.

 

Feelings and emotions are for sharing.

[Jamie 10]

Can't disagree with that sam.

 

Even if you show them and look silly and people laff and point and snigger ... people who think it's better to lock there feelings away ... they're the ones to pity.

[Sam Miguel 10]

I'll have a look around for some more stuff, sorry, material, when I get home form work.

[Sam Miguel 10]

This is one of my favourites of all time.

 

In Flanders Fields

 

by Joh Mccrae

 

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

 

 

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

 

 

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

[Siân 10]

I came across Wendy Cope's poetry last year :

 

 

Two Cures for Love

 

 

1) Don't see him. Don't phone or write a letter

 

2) The easy way: get to know him better.

 

 

Loss

 

The day he moved out was terrible -

That evening she went through hell.

His absence wasn't a problem

But the cockscrew had gone as well.

 

I particularly like this one :

 

Defining the problem

 

 

 

 

I can't forgive you. Even if I could,

 

You wouldn't pardon me for seeing through you

 

And yet I cannot cure myself of love

 

For what I thought you were before I knew you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wendy cope

 

wendy cope 2

[Sam Miguel 10]

This one of mine is rather different to the others. It's sort of made me feel strange after I'd written it.

 

 

Saturdays Recalled

 

 

Saturday mornings were always like this:

Just made for football.

Four coats for goals and a ball.

 

Lashings of drizzle

And divots would fly

In a colourless World

Under a grey, dead sky.

 

And there was always a man in a hat

With a stick

By the path.

 

Watching like a hawk

Every pass

Every kick.

And when there was a goal

He'd raise his stick.

 

And it didn't matter which park

He'd always be there

The man in the hat

With his stick in the air.

 

I shuffle by a game.

Hands in pockets.

Huddled in the rain.

I stop to watch.

 

I wonder

If one day I might be

The bald-headed man in the jeans by the tree?

[Jamie 10]

Lose myself

 

I wish I could hold her hand, kiss her soft red lips, lose myself ...

... in the depth of her eyes and the warmth of her smile.

 

Lose myself until there is no more me, no more thoughts or worries ...

... just me and her, an all encompassing oneness.

[pretty_woman 10]

I remember I remember

When the Summer sun was shining

When the Winter snow was exciting

When the Autumn wind blew away our hats

When the Spring breathed new life into our sleeping earth

But now thats gone our seasons are rolled into one

 

I remember I remember

When playing out safely was a worry our parents never had

When saying hello to a stranger would'nt put a child in danger

When crossing the road was easily done we never had to run

When there was'nt any need to check your change, people were honest then

How did it come to this sorry state,no trust just dishonesty and hate

 

I remember I remember

When parents stayed together their love would last forever

When saying hello to your neighbours was sincerely meant

When caring for your children was never really rushed

When looking out for family and freinds was something we did naturally

And now I worry for my children,what has this world got to offer them now ?

[Jamie 10]

Thats lovely prettywoman :-)

[Sam Miguel 10]

You write that Pretty Woman? It's superb. Wonderful stuff.

 

It registers with me as I did something very similar a few years ago.

 

I'll try and find it.

[saxon51 10]

All excellent stuff, especially yours pretty_woman.

 

Bang goes my POEM thread I guess:mad:

[Sam Miguel 10]

I wrote this a few years ago to mark the end of an era.

 

Those Cup-Of-Sugar-Days

 

All for each

one for one

those cup-of-sugar-days are gone.

 

Locked in boxes

self-inflicted

to soaps and tabloids

become addicted.

Be the DJ

the landlord

the microwave chef

pour out another

as you scream at the ref.

 

Electronic wallets

cashless

DD’s

pick up the phone

ring shoppers TV.

Conversation gone

no need for chat

cosy

warm

just stay where you’re sat.

 

We’ve sewn the seeds

that strangle the mind

self centered hunger

ravenous

blind.

 

One for each

all for one

those-cup-of-sugar-days are gone.