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Started 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons
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Here's some poetry I thought I would share. Most I know are a little dark, but all show emotions and experiences I have faced to finalize tehm so I can move on I write into peotry.

Now those who are true poets I know I do not use any form in most they are more free thought in style.

Please feel free to comment or critic or just share what you thought. I have only recently started to share my poems so this is a big step for me. Writing is in trough a window into your soul, it shares with others a piece of yourself and all my TKD'ersn Family have shown me it is safe to share and truely be yourself. So please enjoy.

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
Winter’s Desolation

Spring comes; spring goes, just as all things do.
Things live, things die, things swim, and some things even fly.
With the arrival of spring new life begins
Flowers come into bloom,
Sweet music fills the air as life is renewed.
But, with the coming of winter all begin to cry.
For with winter, the world shrivels and dies.
Spring has begun to die with every sign of winter’s incursion upon life.
Tears fall in glistening streams,
All life cries out in anguish.
As winter comes, all let loose mournful sighs
Winter comes on a cold crisp night.
On this night spring dies, while winter strives
All of nature slumbers as winter's time begins.
All born to winter shall survive, while others die.
Those who are born for this weather and time rise up and live again.
The arrival of winter marks life’s end.
Yet there is still hope for with spring’s return all things shall mend, and life will be renewed and begin yet again.

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
A Soul mate’s Search

Soul mates search until they find their life mate, their other half.
Green eyes reflecting intelligence,
A longing to be whole
For two halves to become one.
As one they live, and as one they die.
Their purpose in life is to survive, live, create life and die.
As one they roam the lush green forests of years of old,
As one they roam the majestic mountain peaks that for centuries life have called home.
As one they roam flower covered meadows, sparkling lakes, rushing rivers and flowing streams.
With these two halves made whole, life is created and a family grows, a family made closer and tighter than any wolf pack.
Packs live, breath and fight as one, in times both joyous and carefree, as well as in times surrounded with harshness and disease.
But, to start such a pack, it takes two graceful, intelligent, and loyal wolves!!!!!
Two wolves which mankind names the alpha pair, I call soul mates.
Ones searching only ends when two halves of one soul meet, join and become one.
In the great mystery of live all creatures are not meant to travel the path of life alone.

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
This is actually my first poem I shared. My friend asked me to contribute a poem to his comic he was doing and he said the comics a horror on Zombie's. I gave him 2 poems and told him to choose. I still had felt some hesitation to share my writing. She's now trying to get me to share some of my short stories. Still not sure about iy yet though.

Death’s Grip

You feel a clammy coolness upon your skin.
Your heart beat skyrockets
The very color drains from your face
You feel arms enclose you in a gentle yet fierce embrace.
At first, tender and delicate, then harsh and bone crushing
Words are spoken softly by your ear.
Words that cause the very blood in your veins to run cold.
The breath is stolen from your lungs
Your heart suddenly stops,
For now you are in Death’s deadly grip.
Death’s Grip is harsh, for you yourself have not been kind
So now it is time,
Time to pay for all your crimes.
You should be happy for you are in Death’s grip
For as long as he holds you up high, high above the flames there is still a chance.
All you need do is ask for forgiveness, and repent for all the sins of your life.
If you do not you will fall, fall into the flaming depths of Hell!!
To face the consequences for your crimes, your sins.
Hell is like the great Abyss, motionless and unending.
And once you enter, you shall not LEAVE!!!!!!

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
Black Void

The Black Void is full of devastation and fear.
Your eyes are open,
Searching for some small sign of light.
Yet no matter how hard or long you look, NO light shall be found.
The darkness submerges you in its frigid embrace
You shudder as the bitter Wind caresses your face.
Fear begins to set in, with awareness.
With realization, comes acceptance of the endless pitch-black abyss,
You run because you start to imagine, that blood-thirsty creatures and other things are all around you,
Things that are really not there
Glowing eyes, large menacing shadows, and eerie blood-curdling sounds.
Sounds of destruction engulf you as you let your imagination run wild and unchained.
An unbearable fear and despair of the unknown flows over you,
You drop to your knees
You begin to beseech, the shadows and the darkness to lift,
To remove you from this cruel and twisted fate.
You scream and rage as you realize this fate is one of your own making,
You chained yourself to this fate, and this fate you shall accept,
For there is no escape from the PITCH-BLACK ABYSS which is your fate.
Your fate is to suffer and go mad in the Black Void, which you once called life.

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
And lastly "Dark Demon". This one I wrote at the age of 17 (Wow 10 years ago). It was one of the roughest times I have been through but I made it through and I am stronger for it.

Dark Demon

He fills the sky black as night.
Yet no stars shine the slightest light
Large blood red depths you’d call his eyes
With a menacing laugh and a wink of his eye.
A deep hypnotic voice calling your name
Playing with your mind,
Causing you to go Insane.

At the sound of haunting laughter,
Laughter that would cause one’s blood to run cold.
He swoops down upon you and scoops you up into his clawed hands
He tears you in two
While all you can hear is that bone-chilling laughter.

This is the DARK DEMON
The night is his haven

But, while you lie dreaming ……

He’s stealing your soul
You begin to feel excruciating pain.
That heart-rending pain is the loss of your soul;
For now you belong “SOULY” to the
DARK DEMON!!!
The Dark demon is now your master and lord
So when you wake be prepared for the loss of your identity, the loss of your soul
The burning pain, the flaming depths of your new home,
For now and all eternity
From this day forth you shall call him master and HELL your home.
The pain, the heat, and the looming agony shall become your closest friend.

You call out for the return of your soul, and with it your life, your very breath
You are endlessly calling out, to once more to unite your soul, for your very essence of life.
In return you hear that dreadful laughter, that hypnotic voice
Saying give it up, your soul, your very existence belongs to me and is now mine to control.

Just obey for you are now mine and for all eternity
He begins to laugh, that laugh you have grown to despise
You drop to your knees, crying and seething with anger
His last word’s still hanging in your mind …

“You are mine to control and you will obey, for it shall be as I say!!!”

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
Wow, those are very good. Deep but good. I very much liked the first one, Ange. Keep up the good work.

Posted 4 years ago by MaxandCali'sMom #
Thank you for sharing Ange. I, too, liked the first one best.
I know what it's like cracking that door for the first time. My first art exhibit was like standing naked in a room full of strangers, letting everyone see deep into my psyche.
Tks.

Posted 4 years ago by artistabobbi TX 1/17 #
Thank you both. It is very much like standing completely bare and vunruble. I am glad you both liked the first one Winter Desolation. I wrote it at age 15. It was my first attempt at the a structured poem format. It took a very long time to flow.

My friend says the more I share my poems the more relaxed I will become.
Thank you both for sharing your thoughts.
And yes Bobbi there are some very dark and deep ones. I find it easiest to write when I have had a very high emotional day or experience. Those some how seem to speak very strongly on the emotions I am feeling.
Ange

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
Ange........Your poetry went from one spectrum to another.....I personally liked Winter's Desolation, and A Soul Mate's Search. The other three, Death's Grip, Black Void, and Dark Demon, were depressing, and filled with too much "darkness", for my taste. I belive, when you get older, one tends to appreciate the ups and downs in life, the good and the bad, but mostly, to see the light, and the good things at the end of the tunnel. You said your poetry was created from emotions and experiences. I hope that those dark days are gone, and you can go forward to write and compose with sunshine in your heart.

Posted 4 years ago by 12PAWZinFL #
No worries! I have moved passed those dark days. My poetry started with Winter's Desolation and then the 3 dark ones and then the most recent poem was A Soul Mate's Search. Right now I am in a phase were I am looking for my own soul mate. I am seeking a partner/ship that is close to my poem. I guess you can say it is what I am longing for and I thought that maybe there were others here who are also searching for or need to search for that kind of partner. I do have some other poems That just kind of hit me and I started to write them in my college notebooks becuase the urge was so great.

I should also say that I am a horror theme fan so I think my history with that was what makes my darker poems so forbodding. As for my great old age of 27 I have learned life's path, journey or destiny is based onthe choices and paths we make and choose not the ones other choose. My darker poems were do to atime of hurt (from other's cruel words), loss of one of my longest best friends move to Texas and when I had to move from my other longest best friend. I was lost, and most defintely alone and lonely. I was a very quiet and shy child who didn't make friends easily but when I did they are friends for life. I am actually still in close contact with them now as adults.

I am now a much more outgoing and vocal person who makes friends much more easily. May couldn't believe I would or could be a teacher so they always encouraged my writing, hoping I would be a great author. Now days I tell them I can and will be both. I am also much more confident and see my self worth.

Very few dark poems are written these days.

Actually I think many teens go through those dark times, I just wrote of them as an outlet for relief then speaking of it. I still write more of my emotions because I find it easier to use written work to create a sense and picture of what I feel.

I also encourage my 5 nieces to keep journals to express themselves, sometimes once you write it it is easier to speak of it.

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
Oh and my friends and family say I would make a great horror writer that will draw the readers into the character and make them feel as one. I'm not so sure of all that but, I do have a good knack and campfire ghost stories.

LOL! Evil grin as I remeber all the times I've freaked out friends on camp trips.

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
Which one did your friend choose for the comic? Black Void spoke to me. Now, in a lighter time in your life, can you revisit the poems of your youth, and add a few lines of survival or redemption? They speak of despair. Or perhaps the Soul Mate poem speaks to that. I hope you do find your soulmate someday.

Posted 4 years ago by paulajeanne #
I paint my emotions, Ange. Although I have written poetry and prose off and on. I kept them all in a notebook, but a fire took care of that one day, including all the paintings I had done up to that point. That was several years ago.

Posted 4 years ago by artistabobbi TX 1/17 #
My friend chose Death's Grip. He then drew up a background in black, gray and white. It is Death (Grim Reaper)minus the black cloak knealing on an open grave and a young girl looking afraid and lost yet hopeful lraning into the gravestone that seperates her from Death.

I have gone back and tried to add more hopeful/happier verus to the poems but when I do the original message is lost and becomes confusing so I tried for a more "living" and surviving poem. I had to sit down and brainstorm what were postive aspects of life, (family, love, loyalty, trust, support and so many more)once I did that I looked to animals that supported those traits and I chose the wolf (signs of strength, family, support and mating for life) So yes my Poem of Soul Mate's Search was a piece that speaks of my renewal of life as well as my decision to step purposefully back into life and to make my own destiny then to meekly follow a somewhat pre-destined path.

You are very astute PaulaJeanne. Something tells me you must have drawn much meaning and unmention but hinted at meanings. Black Void was the last of my dark poems the one that helped me realize it is my choice to fight, to banish my own fears, doubts and insecurities, so I could heal and move on.
That move was A soul mate's Search.

So no one should worry I no longer dwell in darkness. Well emotionally, I still have an affinity for the night.

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
I now realize I should have put the poems in chronological order so no one worries.
1. Winter's Desolation
2. Death's Grip
3. Dark Demon
4. Black Void
5. A Soul Mate's Search

In a sense my wriing was my own therapy.
Ange

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
Ange, I see you as a free spirit who has managed to leave the dark for the light! Despite your affinity for the night! Have you read any of Mercedes Lackey's books, especially her Bard series?

Posted 4 years ago by paulajeanne #
No I have not but I will definitely look nto them. Thank you I try to fly freely and un-tethered as much as possible.

Well it is time for bed y'all. I am subbing in a 6th grade class tomorrow. Yikes! I so like K-2 better.
Talk to you torrow.
Ange

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
Hey Y'all just wanted to wish everyone a good day. And to see a few kitten pict.'s to help me through my 6th grade sub. position today.

Hope this find's everyone well.
Ange

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
thank you for sharing Ange. I would encourage you to keep writing and sharing. I know it's hard, but it's really good for you.

Posted 4 years ago by MeezerMama in OK; 10/23 #
Thank you MeezerMama. I try to write something every night, some don't go too far and other's do. I think my vocabulary and verbal ability is so much stronger becuase I write so that I describe a point to such a degree that the reader fills like there part of it.

The funny thing is today I was teaching a 6th grade class trying to teach them the importance of strong and weak syllable use to create the poems beat. Talk about feelin nuts and senile. Or maybe speaking another language. It was scary looking at those kids and realizing none of them seemed to care about poetry or writing in general.

I remember falling in love with the written language and form of expression even before 6th grade.

Have other's noticed this lack of desire to write or read poetry in your kids or classes.
Ange

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
Ange, maybe you need to reach them on a level they understand, like rap music. It is a form of poetry.

Posted 4 years ago by artistabobbi TX 1/17 #
Now that's an idea. I personally like the beat of the music but not so happy with some artists lyric choices. I have to admit the class at the school I was at today and the majority are Latino. Any suggestion for those who don't like rap?

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
This is why a teachers greatest resource is another teacher, especially more experienced they can suggest such great ways to reach the children that curriculum courses don't cover.

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
Maybe I should have said Ange's writing's with this talk of the novel in a month. I decided to add this short story to my poetry.

Ange

Highland Adventure
Angelina Marie Bruno (dated April 1st 2007)

Along time ago in the remotest mountains of the Scotland highland lived a young girl and her mother. They lived in a small and cozy cottage that has the best view from any window in their home all year round. In the winter the meadow where they live would be blanketed in soft, fluffy white snow that glittered and shimmered in the weak winter sunlight. The trees looked like they were wearing suits of snow that caused the strong branches to bend beneath the weight of the snow. During the spring and summer that same meadow that was covered in snow would be carpeted in lush bright green grass and dotted splashes of reds, blues, yellows, purples and the purest of white wildflowers that would sway to and fro in the gentle breeze as if dancing to a beautiful melody we are unable to hear.
The little girl’s name is Ariana and she is a very small yet strong girl with hair the color of dancing flames and eyes so green and sparkly they resemble rare and precious gems. This little girl was very brave, smart and outgoing. She is always on the move exploring her meadow searching for an adventure.
Well on one warm, bright and sunny spring day Ariana explored a part of her meadow she had never been to before. She sang softly and danced through the swaying tall meadow grass and brightly colored wildflowers when she suddenly stopped and tilted her head. She had caught the quietest trickling and splashing sounds. She closed her eyes tightly and listened with all her might.
As she continued to listen she slowly turned her body into the direction the soft sounds were coming from and then slowly opening her eyes she started to walk towards the sound. The closer she got the louder the sounds became. She could clearly hear the gurgling and splashing. Before her she saw a wall of green leafy bushes. Slowly she parted the leaves and peeked her head through the bushes. You will never guess what see saw. She saw a beautiful rainbow shimmering just above the sparkling pools surface. The sounds she had heard was the waterfall spilling over into the sparkling clear blue-green pool.
She was so enchanted by the sight before her that she kicked off her shoes and hiked up her skirt to just below her knees and walked along the waters shore to a large smooth boulder and sat down dangling her feet in the water. As her feet moved in the water she saw small fish darting about her in silver flashes as the sun reflected off their scales.
Shortly afterwards she slowly stood up and holding her skirt she walked toward a flashing light in the lush green grass on the other side of the pool. As she quietly tip-toed toward the flashes she looked to her left and then to the right. She slowly reached her hand out toward the flashing light. The closer she got the more she saw. It, It was a strangely sparkling rock! A large rock that was slightly oval shaped like a chickens egg but bigger. A rock that had a surface as smooth as glass and sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight.
She picked the rock up and held it closer to her face. Then she held it up above her head and turned it this way and that way. “Oh my” she said, “What a beautiful rock! I have to show Momma.” Holding the rock close to her chest she ran and ran until she stopped just at the top of the hill in front of her house. Trying to catch her breathe she almost dropped the rock when it suddenly wiggled in her hands. And then she heard a cracking noise coming from the rock. And then suddenly the rock shattered leaving behind a small, scaly little lizard with wet crinkly wings. The little lizard shook himself like a puppy does after taking a bath and then looked up at Ariana with eyes the deepest shade of blue. “Oh my, it’s not a rock it was an egg! A dragon egg! Holding the baby dragon close to her she ran toward the house shouting, “Momma! Momma! Come see what I discovered.” Momma came around from the back of the house with a wet towel she was hanging up to dry. “My goodness child. What is all the yelling about?” She said. Ariana skidded to a stop in front off her and bent over placing one hand on her knee and tried to catch her breathe. “Momma. (takes a deep breathe) Momma. I found a rock, but it wasn’t a rock. It was an egg a dragon egg. See! (She shoves her cupped hands with the baby dragon towards her mother.)
“Wow! Look at that.” Momma said.
“Can I keep it? PLEEEEASE!” Ariana said.
Momma looked worriedly at her daughter and then at the baby dragon and then said, “Yes.”
Ariana carried the baby dragon into the house and over to the pot of stew Momma was cooking for dinner and plucked out a few pieces of cooked chicken and offered them to the baby dragon. He hungrily gobbled the pieces up and looked for more.
As the seasons past the dragon named Draco after the dragon constellation in the night sky and Ariana explored the meadow looking for adventure. Each passing day Draco grew BIGGER and BIGGER, until he became so large he could no longer squeeze into the small cozy cottage. Because he became so big each night as Ariana went into sleep Draco would wrap himself about the little cottage with his head and tail meeting just outside Ariana’s bedroom window.
Now even though this is a story from long ago. It is said, that if you look into the sky on a warm day with a clear blue sky and a few fluffy white clouds you might just be able to see Ariana and Draco soaring though the clouds. And if you listen closely you might be lucky enough to hear the combined laughter of Ariana and Draco as they play in the clouds.

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #
Ange, I used to write very dark, angsty short stories in my teens and early 20s but as I got through that period and met my soul mate I stopped writing as I no longer felt those things. I'd like to try and pick up my writing again but suspect it might have to be in a different vein. Maybe I'll try horror. (Most NZ fiction has a reputation of being very dark also so it may be a national trait!)

Posted 4 years ago by KapitiKats in NZ #
Very,very nice Ange!!(stands giving ovation) I had not even realized you'd created this thread over a month ago;but then,it was only 5 weeks ago I myself discovered and joined this site!! Only 3.5 weeks have we been buds,you and I!!
Can you believe it?? It boggles my mind too,kiddo! Anyways,your writing is clearly evolving and maturing,from what I read. All great writers must,you know!! This is wonderful stuff and I too agree with PaulajeanneMT that you are a free spirit who is escaping the allure of the darkness for the promises of the light!I'm really proud of your creative skills and efforts,my dear friend,hold fast to them and never let them tarnish or fade!

Posted 4 years ago by Tigger #
oh tigerbro. get all weepy eyed. love ya too! My heart lies in teaching and writing. It will never fade becuase it is who i am. wobbly smile. wiping cheeks!

Posted 4 years ago by Momma to 2 MaineCoons #

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