Thread: Use this line in a poem.

Okay, I haven't written a poem in forever, but I thought I'd give it go.

Often, when I fall asleep
I see you standing there
By the window, behind the curtain
As the wind, it tickles your hair.

Often, when I fall asleep
I see you staring at me
With tender eyes, sing a lullaby
To soothe a heart that aches for thee.

Often, when I fall asleep
I awake to see you’re gone
And remember you were taken, dear
And I’m trapped in a life too long.


Next line: Be that as it may

Misc, what a beautiful poem. I enjoyed the emotional picture that you painted. I'm new to the forum, so I accidentally posted this comment somewhere else on the board first. Yikes!

be that as it may
for it most certainly is
They say 'it happens


Next: The crunch of feet on newly fallen snow

Hi all!
I'm new here, and kind of rusty, but I guess this is how one de-rusty-fies themselves, right?

Here goes:

Here in Johannesburgthe winter air breathes mercilesslyinto
every gap in your clothing
(...I didn't even know I had a hole there)


Leaves shed their regal autumn coloursand
shrivel into sad brown crunchy clumps
Walking acquires a dry, percussivesoundtrack

It's not like in the movies
where people throw snowballs


And yet, one mystical night,
returning late from a night of dancing
as I was shutting down the house tosleep
I noticed a white glare from the gardenoutside
defying the darkness of the sky


Could it possibly be,
here in
Aaaahfrica?


I shook my sister awake
(this first could be the last time inour lives)
and together
we ran and laughed and played 'til dawn
celebrating
the crunch of feet on newly fallen snow


Next line: sinking into green

sinking into green
Joe Jackson's feet in stockings
will the stain come out?


Next: it melts like caramel

with a swoosh
the letter glides
to the fire
and touches it
on all four sides
it melts like
caramel, so sweet
the letter was
but my love's
heart beat
just doesn't
match up with
mine, and I
suppose that
he had no grith
with me
and so our love
was false
and the letter burns
with the grace of a dove

Next line: a burden heavy

Mmm, beautiful imagery Italy! I love the idea of a letter melting like caramel. Delicious!

A heavy burden
A burden heavy
Aha, bevy under
Heaved an' bury
Ready have nub
A heavy burned
Handy eve rub
Have ay burden
Yeah raven dub
Brave an dun yeh
A nave buy herd
Bad have run ye
A have buy nerd

Next line: step step, stare dumbly ahead

music sounds in my ears
and i feel tired but cannot stop
from daydreaming or thinking thru
my day so incomplete

so often when i fall asleep
i listen to the radio
or read a story just to
tire me out
or play my guitar softly
and listen to the echoes
of music in my head

and if these things should fail
i may pace or curse a bit
until i pass out quietly
in the closet or the bath


Next Line: in my darkest hour

oh dear river beat me to it ....think i might have to leave this game to the experts

I was buried in flour
in my darkest hour
farinaceous foolery
became the death of me.


Balancing sand on the palm of my hand.

Balancing sand on the palm of my hand.
Carried upon me the burdens to stand
Early and lone she became what I own
And weighted with eyes, still as cold stone




Courage found me first

Courage found me first
Smarts found me last
I swung my arm at the fan
And now it's in a cast


This is not confidential

The politician said,
I have a terrible secret.
Although I look humble I shy,
I'm inclined to compulsively lie.
His mentor made a shrug,
You ignorant thug.
This is not confidential,
but rather something very essential.

Next line: A bottle halfway filled with orange-juice