gD Poetry Hut!
 

Here is mine. It is a bit of low volume and I may definitely speak in a way difficult to understand. So below I put a link to the translation I've read.

The poem is "The Message of Mr Cogito", author - Zbigniew Herbert.

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1PsZFoXQSdp

And here is a link to the text.

http://www.babelmatrix.org/works/pl/...e_of_Mr_Cogito

Haiku's are easy

They are not that difficult

Refrigerator

Roses are red,
My name's Dave
This poem makes no sense,
Microwave.

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I personally recommend La Belle Dame Sans Merci for my best recited piece and probably all is dark for one of the more interesting pieces I've written on there. Go forth, help yourselves.

I write poetry on here semi-regularly:

The party: http://www.getdare.com/bbs/blog.php?b=74631

Wanting to be: http://www.getdare.com/bbs/blog.php?b=73501

This green world: http://www.getdare.com/bbs/blog.php?b=72926

An ode to GetDare: http://www.getdare.com/bbs/blog.php?b=73001

I love hearig feedback, both positive ad constructive. If anyone has anything to offer, I'd love to hear it.

Roses are red
But violets aren't blue
Who said they are
He's lying to you

Roses are red,
Violets are red,
help - I'm bleeding,
Call an ambulance.

i wrote my first poem today:
http://www.getdare.com/bbs/blog.php?b=74761

Sharing three poems
 

Poem:


Grain of sand in the beach
drop of water in the sea
single star in infinity
cell in body,
second in time,
note in symphony...
all build each other

Can part of the whole
be appreciated
wholesomely?



Poem:


In the void-it's dark
and ignorance starts
and lies loneliness' heart
dispersed

In it there's a fog
that makes one feel lost
as wanderous as dust
and helpless

It is a land of secrets which contains
unspoken thoughts and feelings restrained
where self-made illusions keeps one in chains
and barriers are strongly ingrained

However, this abyss can be overcome
shackles undone
wings can be spawned
one can fly into the light of dawn
and make the journey Home



(and lastly)

Bard Tells a Seafarer's Song


Have a faithful friend
who's a trusty lass
in my time of need
on her steed there fast

but on me matey,
don't always sound dee horn
when trouble lurks
an' brewing storm

for she have in her
Vikings' blood
and dee barbarians of old...
their blood be easy to boil
like a berserker's blow,
so everythin' need not be told

And me best is one
of dee very few
that I trust in
on the oceans blue

she be far away
but her sails fly true
an' me comrade's heart
is a close to view

A fine captain
on dee open sea
I believe in her
She believes in me

And I can say
with a surety
What an honor to be
in such company!

A new poem I just wrote...
 

A dream
a sigh
a wish
good night
of possibilities
in far off lands
and different plans,
dimensions in time (or without)

I want to be suspended with you
I guess I am
suspended in hope
which knows no lines which can confine its fragility,
and hopes and dreams
no longer seem dreary
even when out of reach and not realized

There are some things which will always remain in the shadows,
unspoken,
unshared,
and unknown
except in silent prayers
but for once I do not despair
but am revitalized
forever alive
because simply knowing is enough

I'm sated and at peace
and stare in gratitude at the horizon which is ever out of reach
but where my heart can meet

Wherever I stand,
New horizons and lands
tomorrow becomes today
Right now I am okay
and much more is true

Who knew
today a sweet dream would come true
in my heart
but real just the same,
and faintly see
the hidden majestical art
of towers, paradigms, worlds, crumbling
And new life emerging

I sleep peacefully henceforth.
Thank you.


***
Audio of the poem being recited ~
https://audioboom.com/boos/4684525-m...ng-my-new-poem

The Winter
 

Cold wind blows
from beyond the wall
Frost glitters like diamonds
The winter cometh

Out in the forest
The timber wolves howl
Their bellies empty
The winter cometh

The old man struggles
And breathes his last
His debts unpaid
The winter cometh

The fair lass weeps
Silver tears that freeze
Left alone in the world
The winter cometh

They come in droves
The debt collectors
Demanding their silver
The winter cometh

Not a penny to her name
No livestock to claim
She sells her body
The winter cometh

They creep in the night
The men who use her
Drink the sweetness of her youth
The winter cometh

The silver they toss her
For the use of her body
Pays just the interest
The winter cometh

One day he will ride in
Her prince on a white horse
To take her away from this place
And spring shall come

New Poem again
 

Can you reach into the depths of my mind
and scale the heights that you will find

Can you feel my desire for you
Deep in the darkness
Hidden from the truth

Oh, I have much to learn
I do what I can
though I must say

Just because I'm not yours to hold
Doesn't mean I don't think about you every day

My mind is vast
My memory deep
My fondness of you will always keep
long after the afterthought of me
fade from yours

I have a collar right now
it's invisible
I wonder what your loving collar would feel like

Some collars free and some confine;
Some one more than the other
But love entwines

But they are valid
These feelings of mine
that may never see the light of day
That may never speak as freely as they may
Or touch upon you with my senses

In this cavern of ivory
I think of you,
heart beats to
the thoughts
profuse

The heights of my dreams
They're all I have
Because time is linear
First I was seen
eye to eye;
mostly,
though not entirely

I'm quiet,
but understanding
And here I am now

Just being
breathing
happy
but not completely me
outwardly,
expressively,
Yet as much as I can be honorably
And I trust you to be

Thank you for how you've touched me
The strength you've given me
How you've added to the beautiful things in life
and revealed them unknowingly

I keep my hands to my side
and continue my journey
but hopefully not alone

Hopefully with a friend
with hands open
entwined in my own

June 23, 2016
 

I feel you slipping away
Not yet gone
though I have the faintest of feelings
as subtle as a feather brushed
delicately across skin

And so I begin this song
Not because I'm giving in to my doubts
but to ease my qualms
if it happens to take this route
and life goes on

Perhaps you're too busy
That's how work can be
Perhaps you have questions you aren't asking
of that I'm guilty too
whatever the root

Curiosity or not wanting to offend
by being too interested
or being misconceived
when I simply feel deeply

Maybe it's just this way
Not everything has to click
Things can go another way
other things can fit

Or just shine brightly as they are
and be admired like a solitary star
neighbored by others

If it is this way
I send my blessings as you slip away
sent through the cool breeze
which gently kisses your cheek
and plays with your hair

I give you what you've given me
strength multiplied silently

May God bless you all your days
I know you're not where you want to be now
but you are on your way
everything will work out

I have faith in you and Him
May things be better than you dreamt them to be
or can conceive
And joy radiate from your entirety

May you be known
as well as you know yourself and more

May the hard times show you what you are made of
and the seed of their lesson perceived

And reveal who stays and who leaves
who helps and who led you to believe
they cared more than it seemed

Who do little in your dire hour
more out of obligation
or guilt of doing nothing
than for truly caring and wanting to

And as you grow old
May your loved ones still see
the beauty inside
your refined heart and mind
and think the same outwardly

And may there be those that truly care
who go above and beyond when you need it
and show you what true love is
even in your last hours of this life

Maybe my voice won't be heard
Maybe another one needs to say
similar words
another day
for it to be understood
whatever the case
it's all good

As long as you're happy
and I'm sure you will be
that's comforting

Maybe you're silent just to hear me sing and how,
and now I've shown you,
alone

Bestowing the gift and grace
The Muse displays
and God has granted me
of Art and writing
I'm applying
I entrust to thee

wherever you will be

The Devil's Tears
 

Blood was on their hands
Everyone demanded they stayed off their lands
No wonder, their actions made the devil cry
Yet, they still wondered why

They managed to be isolated
Finally, they were defeated
They sat waiting for their punishment
Smoothly is the opposite of how it went

They were punished
Banished
With no where to go
The fact was met with a "So?"

They got what was coming
They had to stop running
Now they faced the consequences of their actions
It certainly wasn't administered in fractions