Community > Posts By > lmsanderson28
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Poets and Writers
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That's a great way to put it..here trying to decide if you want to go through it again..
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EMBERS
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I'm a huge poetry buff and new to the site so finding this message board is awesome for me :)
I was trying to reply to those who have had no replies because I know how that feels. I'd like to give you some advice someone most recently gave me (and I'm trying hard at it..lol). I was told I use a lot of metaphors and bare graze the surface of what I'm feeling or the feelings I had instead of pouring it all on paper. Its hard for me because that is like knocking down a security wall and letting anyone in that reads my writing. But I started with a biography poem that took me weeks to finish because I would only work on it one or two stanzas at a time because it took me that long to really get out what I felt about that stage in my life, not to cover it up with metaphors and other previous things I had used. I would love to see this poem 'decoded' to see what you are or were truly feeling.. just spell it out. Obviously there was deceit and pain and hurt.. but from what? Either way it's your writing.. just a suggestion that, I can say from personal experience, is difficult but does help, especially if you are using poetry to heal. Laura |
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a Poem i wrote called "YOU"
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This is really sweet... very much a 'clean' love which appears to not have been tarnished or strained.
I would love to see it in stanza form so that I could see where one thought starts and ends.. If you wrote it for someone, you should share it.. It's beautiful. |
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Now Who's Broken?
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I try to burn and bury you
your silence destorys, if you only knew Rip you out of my soul, shred Its your fault and how you’re bred self-serving and self-idolizing prick true emotions you can only memick well guess what? Jokes on you Because feelings I can still feel true and your lies, they accrue people can see, they view Your facet they’ll see through And all that will be left of you Is a photo of a boy in lieu of a man someone once knew Better start crying, weeping Falling on your knees receiving While everyone else is leaving You’ll be stuck griefing One day you’ll understand When you’re alone and can’t command For another’s love, company One day you’re long for a family Something more than mere vanity and yet all you can offer is insanity For your actions won’t go unnoticed and your happiness might be hopeless And though it isn’t my true motive Advising you of your fate is a bonus Because you brought about my lowest But I’m more than just broken 1/2/15 |
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If only for today...
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1/4/15
You think i’m so plain to see you think you know me Do I fulfill your preconceptions? Please! You know absolutely nothing about me Hell, i don’t know even know me Sometimes I scream I’m no toy But truthfully I don’t know if I can handle more Can I even love or be loved anymore? My emotions and temperament run free I have no control over things such as these I just want to be happy, feel safe Is it to much to want to be secure? In oneself, in another, in this world? What is this life anymore? Is it some random series of events Followed by tears, regret and pain? neatly disorganized segments Of a life where trials have only stained? Despite my neverending effort Maybe it’s not up to me at all a chance for this life to be better and my efforts have that only stalled A toy it seems I shall only be Today, this is my decree I can not argue nor do I agree But this, well, this is me |
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Poets and Writers
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Poetry can mean many different things to me. I write to keep from hitting people (anger), I write to keep from expressing myself (letting others in) and I write just for me.. just because i'm good at it and it reminds me of worth at times when I don't always feel of worth.
I love Poe and Thoreau and Whitman and even some of the early 1100's poetry by chinese women ( the name escapes me) that talk about oppression and sufferage. I'm not all that picky about poetry, I just don't like happy, go-lucky stuff where a writer seems to only see the word through fake googles of deception. My muse can be my daughter, a break up, my horrible 10 year marriage seems to be a great muse and writing as helped me remember who I am through that and helped me forgive, grow and learn. But one day a stopper from starbucks was my muse and I used it as a metaphor about how we look and perceive things and how those are two totally different things. |
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