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jenangel New Member
since 2001-11-11
Posts 3 |
I have a question that maybe someone here can help me with. I am looking for a poem with a specific topic. I need a poem that deals with stalking another person or being stalked by a person. I haven't been able to find one and I thought that maybe someone looking at this could help. |
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wornways Member
since 2001-10-18
Posts 204CA, USA |
the closest thing i can think of is a poem by robert service about a man who is pretty much stalked through lifetimes and killed in every one by the same person. this all takes place through the guise of a telescoping dream. there isn't a poet in history as prolific or well written as service. this is a good one, too. it may not suffice, but in the absense of anything closer to the mark, it might. The Dreamer The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now how sweet, how doubly sweet to hold All gay and gleamy to the campfire blaze. The evening sky was sinister and cold; The willows shivered, wanly lay the snow; The uncommiserating land, so old, So worn, so grey, so niggard in its woe, Peered through its ragged shroud. The lone man sighed, Poured back the gaudy dust into its poke, Gazed at the seething river listless-eyed, Loaded his corn-cob pipe as if to smoke; Then crushed with weariness and hardship crept Into his ragged robe, and swiftly slept. . . . . . Hour after hour went by; a shadow slipped From vasts of shadow to the camp-fire flame; Gripping a rifle with a deadly aim, A gaunt and hairy man with wolfish eyes . . . * * * * * * * The sleeper dreamed, and lo! this was his dream: He rode a streaming horse across a moor. Sudden 'mid pit-black night a lightning gleam Showed him a way-side inn, forlorn and poor. A sullen host unbarred the creaking door, And led him to a dim and dreary room; Wherein he sat and poked the fire a-roar, So that weird shadows jigged athwart the gloom. He ordered wine. 'Od's blood! but he was tired. What matter! Charles was crushed and George was King; His party high in power; how he aspired! Red guineas packed his purse, too tight to ring. The fire-light gleamed upon his silken hose, His silver buckles and his powdered wig. What ho! more wine! He drank, he slowly rose. What made the shadows dance that madcap jig? He clutched the candle, steered his way to bed, And in a trice was sleeping like the dead. . . . . . Across the room there crept, so shadow soft, His sullen host, with naked knife a-gleam, (A gaunt and hairy man with wolfish eyes.) . . . And as he lay, the sleeper dreamed a dream. * * * * * * 'Twas in a ruder land, a wilder day. A rival princeling sat upon his throne, Within a dungeon, dark and foul he lay, With chains that bit and festered to the bone. They haled him harshly to a vaulted room, Where One gazed on him with malignant eye; And in that devil-face he read his doom, Knowing that ere the dawn-light he must die. Well, he was sorrow-glutted; let them bring Their prize assassins to the bloody work. His kingdom lost, yet would he die a King, Fearless and proud, as when he faced the Turk. Ah God! the glory of that great Crusade! The bannered pomp, the gleam, the splendid urge! The crash of reeking combat, blade to blade! The reeling ranks, blood-avid and a-surge! For long he thought; then feeling o'er him creep Vast weariness, he fell into a sleep. . . . . . The cell door opened; soft the headsman came, Within his hand a mighty axe a-gleam, (A gaunt and hairy man with wolfish eyes,) . . . And as he lay, the sleeper dreamed a dream. * * * * * * 'Twas in a land unkempt of life's red dawn; Where in his sanded cave he dwelt alone; Sleeping by day, or sometimes worked upon His flint-head arrows and his knives of stone; By night stole forth and slew the savage boar, So that he loomed a hunter of loud fame, And many a skin of wolf and wild-cat wore, And counted many a flint-head to his name; Wherefore he walked the envy of the band, Hated and feared, but matchless in his skill. Till lo! one night deep in that shaggy land, He tracked a yearling bear and made his kill; Then over-worn he rested by a stream, And sank into a sleep too deep for dream. . . . . . Hunting his food a rival caveman crept Through those dark woods, and marked him where he lay; Cowered and crawled upon him as he slept, Poising a mighty stone aloft to slay -- (A gaunt and hairy man with wolfish eyes.) . . . * * * * * * The great stone crashed. The Dreamer shrieked and woke, And saw, fear-blinded, in his dripping cell, A gaunt and hairy man, who with one stroke Swung a great ax of steel that flashed and fell . . . So that he woke amid his bedroom gloom, And saw, hair-poised, a naked, thirsting knife, A gaunt and hairy man with eyes of doom -- And then the blade plunged down to drink his life . . . So that he woke, wrenched back his robe, and looked, And saw beside his dying fire upstart A gaunt and hairy man with finger crooked -- A rifle rang, a bullet searched his heart . . . * * * * * * The morning sky was sinister and cold. Grotesque the Dreamer sprawled, and did not rise. For long and long there gazed upon some gold A gaunt and hairy man with wolfish eyes. --- Robert Service |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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Cages Why can't I love you and still be me? Why can't I be with you and still remain free? Why do I have to give up things I like to do? Why is there loss of me when I give myself to you? When you touch my face, run your fingers through my hair, when you kiss my lips and breathe me, why do I gasp for air? Why is it that you've never heard the sad song of the caged bird, choked out and silence never softens the edges of cages turned into coffins, and because of the love you shove hard into that tiny room, broken wings, ultimate doom, appropriately, your heart becomes a tomb. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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Both Sides of the Sun (the silent witness) She couldn't speak anything of love, of life, or of death, for years she knew- the sun and the rain kept her in balance except when they come together, the two. They told her that's when the devil beats his wife she knew all too well what that was like- but she couldn't speak of it at all, anything of the small, overwhelming kisses, then the painful bite that drew out course blood only to be kissed away listening through muffled ears, listening, she'd leave, she'd stay. The foul-weathered attempts for stable mental fitness together, the two produced the silent witness... because you never want to talk of one when you live in both sides of the sun. |
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jenangel New Member
since 2001-11-11
Posts 3 |
wornways: thank you , i loved that poem. not quite what i am looking for but a terrific poem anyway. thank you very much. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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Dying This morning, the air is chilly and I'm barefoot in the grass as he sits wondering at the window staring soulfully through the glass at my hardened stillness to see if he can understand what he gets for his love what he holds within his hand Does he see I'm dying does he realize that I'm weak no dew on blades this morning as no words I have to speak I'm fond of sitting, picking each blade and slicing it in half he sits warm where I used to be pondering how to make me laugh The roses long wilted still remain in a vase on the kitchen table he doesn't see it's me instead he creates a fable where the being of me lives and loves beyond the death but sifting through the blades of grass I search my final breath he's foolish behind the pane it's memory on which he's relying fingers falling, he never turns away but he doesn't see me dying. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I am moving this to the Q&A forum in the Discussions Section of Passions as it is not poetry. |
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jenangel New Member
since 2001-11-11
Posts 3 |
thank you all so very much for the replies. you have all helped a lot  ) |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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Memories Of Pain Something won't let me let go of the pain of you letting go of me you say I'll stop missing you I'll stop loving you eventually but when I love, it's long and deep the wounds stay open and go to the bone I never knew loneliness till you though, many times, I've been alone. My love for you over time has grown my pain has only gotten worse my emptiness becomes larger each day and only you can remove the curse. Tell me you'll give us another chance don't put me through years of this when I can barely handle one more day it's you I love, it's you I miss... I won't be complete without you so come to me and make me whole and you will be as happy as me I promise you that with heart and soul. I love you and this isn't right being apart for one more night give me the chance and you will see I'll always remind you you're precious to me- because the memory of this pain will forever be. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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Suffocation You told me you don't love me anymore that alone crushed me to my very core I couldn't remember when you said it first I had for it then no hunger or thirst as I do now that you've bled me dry unable to love me, unable to fly through the storms that I brought in for wanting the freedom I had back when I first met you and I was still me not the "us" you wanted me to be... But over this time together, I grew comfortable because "us" was what I knew but you had since grown back into you as I was trying to bring back skies of blue... The words "I love you" are now like air I'm flooding away in the storm clouds there and it's become more than I can bare suffocation, drowning in an longing stare... unable to take a breath of life in until you say you love me again. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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You look in my eyes when you penetrate deep not able to wait to fall in love unaware I'm a mirage eyes empty as far as you go no reason to try to dodge your intention for forever it's right there in front of you you don't let yourself see never. I'm not what made me me no longer who I used to be but you refuse to see I'm so empty no love, no hate...no pleasure or pain... no more fear no bottom of the lake...drifting to sustain... all mirages disappear. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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a MaN iN lOvE Oh God, Here We Go Again Follow This If You Can That afternoon, we had a wonderful time driving around, laughing, eating parking... loving. But that evening, you called me and you asked "So what are we gonna do?" I asked, "do?" you said, "about us". Oh God, here we go again. I can't take this anymore. You said you couldn't either You need me more than you get me. I need you less. "Do I have to see you every day?", I asked you said I didn't know what relationships are about. I must not love you I'd want to be with you all the time. You said the ball is in my court. I'm not ready to change. You said the ball is in your court and you'll make the decision. I said, "what decision?" You said, "about us" Oh God, here we go again. You said it's over, say it's over you said you need closure. Fine, it's closed. You called back an hour later. "So, what's up? Just called to see if you're okay." Other than crazy, I'm doing fine. You said, "okay, you're crazy and we're back together and I don't want to see you today." You called back a minute later. "I'm quitting my job and you can tell the boss why" oh why? because I f***ed you up? You said you were forewarned not to fall in love with me and yes, I f***ed you up. You called back twenty minutes later "I can't help wanting to be with you" I'm ripping you apart ****...fly free! Go to someone who can be with you all the time. You don't have to be mine. You said you'd call me later. You did. "Why can't you be with me when I want to be with you?" Why do you need me there all the time? "It hurts to be without you" You are hurting yourself, why? "Because I love you." I love you too but you're the one who's flip-flopping, I'm not changing. "Fine, I'm leaving." You called back at 5 a.m. Oh God, here we go again. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
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Pieces Why can't you just leave without leaving a piece of you the piece that warms without touching and chills to the bone through? Why can't you just leave and leave me alone why must you pull me down like undertows, I'm snatched and thrown about in the depths of the sea up for air only to grieve of this, I cannot conceive the shore too far to retrieve to pull me back through why can't you just leave without leaving a piece of you and taking a piece of me. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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There was nothing there when I saw you again my eyes empty of love or hate no memory of the days when we lived together, day after day night after night, in the same bed totally blank of those years like a stranger or someone dead You are still in love with me and you say you want another chance you say we could start all over but under the given circumstance that either I don't know you or that I've forgotten well it's been four years now you still say only time will tell but for all your hopes and praying you'll not listen to what it's saying. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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Your Everything How much of your everything am I supposed to be I'm weak and tired here and you don't want to see I need a break from this or I'll fall over the stones for being immune to the energy that used to penetrate my bones and my heart is another thing you don't want to know that you're not in it anymore or that I may let it go for holding it is smothering me I cannot breathe the air you are so tightly in my face and I don't want you there. Go and put your faith in someone and take some away from me I'm suffocating from disappointing you can't you see why I don't see how much of your everything I am supposed to be? |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
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AfterMath You cling tight, desperate to breathe me, to kiss my sweat, to lick my wounds, squeeze my heart out one end or the other, to absorb me full, leave me in ruins. And in the heat of skin on skin, in the passionate frenzy of two into one, the rolling rapture of tingles and tortures, brands me yours till after you come. Then when it's quiet of the grunts and moans, when it's still of the arching and rocking, of petting, sweating, jamming and ramming, I'm like a ship from a trip, finally docking. When we fall and separate bodies apart, through the sheets, another stream-lined path, I take me back as mine again- from the hands of men and wicked sin... and crumble in the aftermath. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
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Passionate I am passionate about silence, thinking time, moon dust, and night, you are loud, down to earth, and bright, always in my face, always in my sight. I am passionate about running away, disturbing the barriers you set up for me, in light of whatever your strength, I'm free, walls and chains don't stop the sea. I am passionate about falling apart, driving and crying 90 miles per hour, singing, racing into the storm, thunder bringing a nice place to walk and go swinging with thoughts of how I always say I'll leave it all for good one day. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
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Because I Loved You, I Hate You I came to you because I loved you because I loved you, I ignored fate- I left because I loved you because I loved you, I held the hope that, in time, turned to hate. I played the game your way though I didn't understand the rules I had faith in all your reasons but then again, faith is for fools. Because I loved you, I held the pain thinking that you would eventually see how very much I loved you so much that I was punishing me but I guess that was my stupidity to think that you had a heart to think that you weren't that cold to watch me die for our being apart. Because I loved you, I wept cried my tears till I didn't have any in that short time, it seemed like a million now I see it was a million too many. I never should have let myself love you I should have faced the pending fate- because I loved you, though it came too late strong and deep, but you couldn't wait... stronger and deeper now is my hate. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
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jenangel, this is all that I could find of my work on the subject. You can see I've been in both places. Hope it helped you a little bit. |
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Ian Llewellyn ap-Griffith Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 197Cincinnati, Oh, U.S.A. |
Here is one that I wrote. The Kill Lighted for an instant 'neath a streetlamp in the park I stalked her with immortal skill Through Autumn in the dark Her breath was delicate and strong As it floated on the air I whispered with the slightest sound And warned her to beware She turned her green eyes toward me With only mortal sight She peered in my direction As I slipped behind the night Her heart beat faster with her steps Continuing her way I knew that I must have her By the dawning of the day And as I closed to win my prize She felt me drawing near I took her by her shoulders And I reveled in her fear And as my teeth sank into her She uttered one last word I cannot tell you what it was I'm not sure that I heard The rush of blood had filled my ears As she gave her life to me I felt her crumple in my arms With the purest ecstacy I left her as I found her Underneath the full moon's light The taste of life upon my lips As I return into the night Sing while you may |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
I'm not sure exactly what you're looking for, but thought this might be along the lines ... /pip/Forum37/HTML/000722.html Best wishes, /Kit |
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