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I AM... (reposted challenge)

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Tara Simms Hall
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since 11-07-2001
Posts 88
South Carolina


50 posted 06-29-2009 12:22 AM       View Profile for Tara Simms Hall   Email Tara Simms Hall   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Tara Simms Hall

I am eager and torn
I wonder if I have it in me to do this
I hear heartbreak coming
I see danger lurking ahead
I want to live the dream again
I am eager and torn

I pretend it's your hands touching me
I feel amazed at my audacity
I touch your soul with my words
I worry how it will all end
I cry over the pain that is yet to come
I am eager and torn

I understand that vows should not be broken
I say passion is the essence of my being
I dream of finding what I have lost
I try to hold on to what we had
I hope he remains oblivious
I am eager and torn

Elias Nevermore
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since 11-03-2007
Posts 153


51 posted 07-28-2009 03:08 AM       View Profile for Elias Nevermore   Email Elias Nevermore   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elias Nevermore

I am the man who lives for the past and speaks for the dead.
I wonder why the world hasn't swallowed me up yet.
I hear the silent calls of those who need help.
I see them calling out to me in their deep despair.
I want to reach out to them and quell their pain.
I am the last person to act upon these urges, and that is my shame.

I pretend to be the servant of man.
I feel like I am just betraying who I am.
I touch people's hearts with my honest words.
I worry that this honesty will be my curse.
I cry when I see the reality of this world
I am the man who lives for the past, and speaks for the dead.

I understand that everyone must die in the end.
I say that life can't be lived to its fullest if you think like that.
I dream that the end will not really be the end.
I try to believe that I will go to heaven.
I hope, when I am there, that I shall reunite with my friends.
I am the man who lives for the past and speaks for the dead.

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;" -Edgar All

peaceseaker
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since 07-29-2009
Posts 161


52 posted 07-29-2009 07:04 PM       View Profile for peaceseaker   Email peaceseaker   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for peaceseaker

"I AM"

I am joyful and loving
I wonder about the moon and stars
I hear meories rattling in my mind
I see color filled dreams
I want that peace in the valley
I am joyful and loving

I pretend it isn't so
I feel sadness for the red winged whipers
I touch a trembling heart
I worry that heaven is not for me
I cry the sight of a Grandmother's love
I am joyful and loving

I understand the meaning of love
I say love is something we do
I dream of myself and others
I try to forvive
I hope friendship always
I am joyful and loving
N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet
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since 07-30-2009
Posts 369
New Orleans


53 posted 07-30-2009 07:06 AM       View Profile for N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet   Email N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet

I am lost and amused.
I wonder what it would be like, to save the world from itself.
I hear the spindle of scripture unwinding.
I see a web of lies unbinding.
I want the respect and fame along side inner-self finding.
I am lost and amused.

I pretend to stand upon a stage.
I feel as a jester within a cage.
I touch the book of life to turn the page.
I worry I shall lose my dreams to age.
I cry when hopeless as if I were bruised.
I am lost and amused.

I understand I cannot have what I wish.
I say New Day New Chapter.
I dream of a world of acceptance.
I try to bring smiles and laughter with diligence.
I hope to bring forth a flavor unused.
I am lost and amused.

-LostPoet
s1nfully_1nn0c3nt
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since 10-26-2003
Posts 1029
Agat, Guam


54 posted 10-27-2010 07:09 AM       View Profile for s1nfully_1nn0c3nt   Email s1nfully_1nn0c3nt   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit s1nfully_1nn0c3nt's Home Page   View IP for s1nfully_1nn0c3nt

I am openly reserved
I wonder what you think of me
I hear the voices, taunting
I see the angels crying
I want to be free
I am openly reserved

I pretend that nothing really matters
I feel afflicted with guilt
I touch with ignominy
I worry you'll know
I cry with that thought
I am openly reserved

I understand life is unjust
I say the world will go on
I dream about the end of this travesty
I try to break free
I hope you understand
I am reserved - openly.

-Trina.

"To decieve ones self, is truly a grueling battle. One which we're destined to lose."

Bob K
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since 11-03-2007
Posts 3860


55 posted 10-28-2010 03:59 AM       View Profile for Bob K   Email Bob K   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Bob K


Nobody makes hats large enough to fit me
because I have a head as large and orange
as a hydrocephalic pumpkin,
and when I walk, I look like Iím heading
in two divergent directions.  
If I take too long a step, it seems possible
Iíll split down the middle, and on occasion
I actually hear the sound effect for that happening,
like a too-tight pair of pants ripping at the crotch.
My mid-line is probably pleated
to avoid such disasters from being terminal.
I want to have clothing that fits and looks great.
Nobody makes hats large enough to fit me.

I address the silence at night with my own silence.
We are speaking two different languages,
yet I am touched by something substantial.
I worry that I am not so foolish as I imagine.
It would be very sad, to be taken seriously.
Nobody makes hats large enough to fit me.

I understand you can burn yourself in an honest conversation
by touching the fire at the heart of another.
Even with people I dislike, the fire is there
and it makes me tremble.  I dream I am
consumed by the fire within others,
yet I try to listen, though I can feel myself
burning.  I hope to be consumed by
the fire of others, that thing within them
that is blinding.  I look like Iím heading
in two divergent directions.
Nobody makes hats large enough to fit me.
Amaryllis
Senior Member
since 05-20-2010
Posts 1325
Mi now


56 posted 10-28-2010 02:46 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Amazing, BobK.  Truly imressed by that!
~Amaryllis
 
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