Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 17, 2004 4:21:32 GMT -5
Dancing With Melancholy Newsletter
October 17th, 2004
It is the first ever Dancing with Melancholy Poetic Newsletter. In this
newsletter we choose to focus on poems relating to the dark side of
life and hope you enjoy these poems or can be chilled by what they write
up. Some are short, but others are emotional rollercoasters to ride on.
Below are the works of 10 fine poets on the subject:
Poem #1: Grains of Sand
Username: strangeclouds
Real Name: Have not yet been given this.
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097560557
Are you so angry-
when the sand steals your words?
When it-
Falls
..through your fingers?
Isn't it so
Inconvenient-
When it-
Washes you away?
Just
keep-
[keeping]
Your words from me.
You dont know,
I know-
That soon-
You'll have
Nothing left to say.
Your silence
is what keeps you alive-
Inhale, Love.
Save your breath-
Because-
It's mine.
Poem #2: Roses from a Funeral
Username: onyxfiretear
Name: Kelly Hinman
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1096151051
Ruby red roses from a funeral past
Now linger on my wall
Becoming a little more brittle with each passing day
Till they fade to black
Bodies now grown cold
Lay in a casket of softness
Withering away with each passing year
Only to turn to the dust from which they were made
New life was born this day
Living and growing
Spending so much time in this world
Trying to finds its place
Only to know
That every second it lives
The closer it is to death
For the reaper waits for no one
Do you ever sit and wonder at times
What is the point of living,
If you were only meant to die?
Think about it
What is our true purpose in this world?
To start a new, making so many happy
That we have arrived
Only to have them shed their tears once we are gone
Ones of the pasts have been laid to rest
Or have they?
If they were truly gone
Would they be reincarnated or remain as spirits that haunt us
Looking for the answers?
We are told this is the circle of life
To be born
Live our lives
Then pass on
In everything in this world
It is the same
In the bible it claims no death
So that is another life waiting?
When you are dead can you truly live?
You will have no vessel to carry you where you need to be
Is it a parallel existence for the land of the dead?
Makes you wonder doesn't it
Looking back on the ruby roses
That adorns my wall
I sit in wonder of all theses question
But cannot come up with a solid answer
Perhaps there is no answer
It is just possible that this is one huge game
To which there are no winners?
We are meant to learn lessons
Then to take those lesson
Be born again and play the game, yet another go round
This time hopefully finding meaning for all
And winning at least once.
Poem #3: Photographs
Username: strangeclouds
Author: Name is not yet mentioned
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097560755
Faces you never thought you'd see
Familiarities you never thought you'd be-
Knowingly thinking you'd be safe-
In the arms of your sisters,
But finding there's no better place-
To whither-
In actuality.
Their colors seem to go so well together-
But I like-
The simplicity of your blacks and whites...
I'd walk your edges of infinity, forever-
But I know-
That grays- are all, I'd find.
Poem #4: Black
Username: BrokenSoul
Name: Sarah A. Wilson
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1094094991
Black
The color I wear
And the way I feel
Always depressed
Sadness is my main mood
All my friends ask "what's wrong"
I smile and say "nothing"
Always lying
Hiding how I really feel
I just want to explode
Destroy everything around me
Kill everyone who made fun of me
Slaughter all who messed with me
Because they deserve it
The deserve to see
What it's like
What it's like to be tortured
Day after day
Pushed, shoved, and made fun of
Shot down
And thrown around
One day I'll break down
Kill all those bastards
Allowing only few to survive my wrath
But for now I'll just have to wait
Wait until the time comes
* Sarah A Wilson
Poem #5: Chambers of Memories Past
Username: onyxfiretear
Author: Kelly Hinman
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1096152080
trapped with chains upon my feet
locked inside a prison i can not break free from
walls of tears flow down my back
soaking me
low torturous sobs
can be heard from below
dirt covered floor
reveals marks from the chains
dust covered bare feet
endless walk
hoping for one day
to feel grass underfoot yet again
clinching my stomach
i fall to my knees
not caring about damage that will be had
curling into a small ball hoping to die
salted water flows from my eyes
mixing with the dirt
that now sticks to my face
making me unrecognizable
frail and weak
death is my only salvation
clothes are tattered and oh so weathered
matted hair
lips and face are drained
any shimmer of color is now dulled to grey
smoothness has now crumbled to cracks
like a leaf that is dead in the hand of winters harshness
closing my eyes
i remember the security of my mothers womb
nothing could touch me
safe and warm
when light was shown to me for the first time
still it was her that held me tight
all through my life
she was my one salvation no matter what
seven years have past since her last breath
now in this cold damp dirty hell
is where i am
where i have entrapped my soul
lost and no longer caring
feeling alone
no matter how many love
no matter how many love
October 17th, 2004
It is the first ever Dancing with Melancholy Poetic Newsletter. In this
newsletter we choose to focus on poems relating to the dark side of
life and hope you enjoy these poems or can be chilled by what they write
up. Some are short, but others are emotional rollercoasters to ride on.
Below are the works of 10 fine poets on the subject:
Poem #1: Grains of Sand
Username: strangeclouds
Real Name: Have not yet been given this.
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097560557
Are you so angry-
when the sand steals your words?
When it-
Falls
..through your fingers?
Isn't it so
Inconvenient-
When it-
Washes you away?
Just
keep-
[keeping]
Your words from me.
You dont know,
I know-
That soon-
You'll have
Nothing left to say.
Your silence
is what keeps you alive-
Inhale, Love.
Save your breath-
Because-
It's mine.
Poem #2: Roses from a Funeral
Username: onyxfiretear
Name: Kelly Hinman
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1096151051
Ruby red roses from a funeral past
Now linger on my wall
Becoming a little more brittle with each passing day
Till they fade to black
Bodies now grown cold
Lay in a casket of softness
Withering away with each passing year
Only to turn to the dust from which they were made
New life was born this day
Living and growing
Spending so much time in this world
Trying to finds its place
Only to know
That every second it lives
The closer it is to death
For the reaper waits for no one
Do you ever sit and wonder at times
What is the point of living,
If you were only meant to die?
Think about it
What is our true purpose in this world?
To start a new, making so many happy
That we have arrived
Only to have them shed their tears once we are gone
Ones of the pasts have been laid to rest
Or have they?
If they were truly gone
Would they be reincarnated or remain as spirits that haunt us
Looking for the answers?
We are told this is the circle of life
To be born
Live our lives
Then pass on
In everything in this world
It is the same
In the bible it claims no death
So that is another life waiting?
When you are dead can you truly live?
You will have no vessel to carry you where you need to be
Is it a parallel existence for the land of the dead?
Makes you wonder doesn't it
Looking back on the ruby roses
That adorns my wall
I sit in wonder of all theses question
But cannot come up with a solid answer
Perhaps there is no answer
It is just possible that this is one huge game
To which there are no winners?
We are meant to learn lessons
Then to take those lesson
Be born again and play the game, yet another go round
This time hopefully finding meaning for all
And winning at least once.
Poem #3: Photographs
Username: strangeclouds
Author: Name is not yet mentioned
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097560755
Faces you never thought you'd see
Familiarities you never thought you'd be-
Knowingly thinking you'd be safe-
In the arms of your sisters,
But finding there's no better place-
To whither-
In actuality.
Their colors seem to go so well together-
But I like-
The simplicity of your blacks and whites...
I'd walk your edges of infinity, forever-
But I know-
That grays- are all, I'd find.
Poem #4: Black
Username: BrokenSoul
Name: Sarah A. Wilson
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1094094991
Black
The color I wear
And the way I feel
Always depressed
Sadness is my main mood
All my friends ask "what's wrong"
I smile and say "nothing"
Always lying
Hiding how I really feel
I just want to explode
Destroy everything around me
Kill everyone who made fun of me
Slaughter all who messed with me
Because they deserve it
The deserve to see
What it's like
What it's like to be tortured
Day after day
Pushed, shoved, and made fun of
Shot down
And thrown around
One day I'll break down
Kill all those bastards
Allowing only few to survive my wrath
But for now I'll just have to wait
Wait until the time comes
* Sarah A Wilson
Poem #5: Chambers of Memories Past
Username: onyxfiretear
Author: Kelly Hinman
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1096152080
trapped with chains upon my feet
locked inside a prison i can not break free from
walls of tears flow down my back
soaking me
low torturous sobs
can be heard from below
dirt covered floor
reveals marks from the chains
dust covered bare feet
endless walk
hoping for one day
to feel grass underfoot yet again
clinching my stomach
i fall to my knees
not caring about damage that will be had
curling into a small ball hoping to die
salted water flows from my eyes
mixing with the dirt
that now sticks to my face
making me unrecognizable
frail and weak
death is my only salvation
clothes are tattered and oh so weathered
matted hair
lips and face are drained
any shimmer of color is now dulled to grey
smoothness has now crumbled to cracks
like a leaf that is dead in the hand of winters harshness
closing my eyes
i remember the security of my mothers womb
nothing could touch me
safe and warm
when light was shown to me for the first time
still it was her that held me tight
all through my life
she was my one salvation no matter what
seven years have past since her last breath
now in this cold damp dirty hell
is where i am
where i have entrapped my soul
lost and no longer caring
feeling alone
no matter how many love
no matter how many love