Poems & lyrics :)

[Ada Lovelace]

The silver lining of struggling with insomnia is that I tend to put the quiet hours to use by writing poems and songs. I've shared them on my personal blog that I've linked to through Twitter for friends, but rarely share in settings like this one where there are strangers outside of my age bracket reading.

This doesn't seem to be a very visited section, but if anyone does pop on here and reads anything I post and would like to give me feedback, that would be appreciated!!!! Please don't quote my poems because I might change my mind about sharing them.



EDIT to UPDATE: I'm submitting my poems to a literary magazine, and it's their policy to run all poems through a web filter to make sure they haven't been plagiarized. Having them here will mean that they'll be flagged. I can simply explain my membership here, but I sorta want to keep my activity on this forum private. I'll try to upload other poems soon.

 

[Ada Lovelace]

Iron & Stone


EDIT to UPDATE: I'm submitting my poems to a literary magazine, and it's their policy to run all poems through a web filter to make sure they haven't been plagiarized. Having them here will mean that they'll be flagged. I can simply explain my membership here, but I sorta want to keep my activity on this forum private. I'll try to upload other poems soon.

 

[Restoresmysoul]

 

[Ada Lovelace]

Three waves washed up from the sea,
Three waves, and one of the three
Lashed out in an attempt to land,
And died on a lonesome strand.

The second followed the first,
And swallowed the strand in its thirst,
Then perished before it could reach
The uppermost parts of the beach.

The third, in a smoother way,
Came up where a sea form lay
And drew it out to the deep,
Where sea things and caravels sleep.

 

[lisah]

One of the best that I have seen here.

 

[Ada Lovelace]

Thanks for the encouraging feedback, Lisa!

Here's another one that I hope you like.

The First Snow

All through the night I could not sleep for waking
At every pleading of the wind’s distress,
And hearing cedars breaking, breaking, breaking
Heaped with too much of crystal loveliness.
Along the lane they knelt like nuns in prayer,
Like rosaries they hold the hours of night;
And still the snow’s white petals thundered there
Like dust of meteors quivering and white.

How could I sleep with so much beauty falling,
A rain of stars upon the frozen ground,
The night wind hungry as a wolf, and calling
For shelter that is sought but never found -
I who have seen how snowflakes break apart
The cedar boughs, as beauty breaks the heart

 

[Ada Lovelace]

Take up the dark
with the mind’s strongest claw
humble your eyes to the lightless arc
And know what death is in the toothless jaw.

Absorb the gloom
to the core of your despair
let the anguish stumble in that room
Until it makes the stair.

Seize only the bone
of the fundamental sight
then come out alone
And know the meaning of light

 

[Ada Lovelace]

I already changed my mind about sharing that poem, haha. Here's another one I just wrote in the middle of the night.

I had made my bed;
I will lie in it.
I shall not lie easy,
Not for a minute.

But if I writhe
And toss about,
It will be after dark,
The lights put out.

If I speak truth
And no cheap lie,
I made virtue
Of expediency,

Since I am one who,
Living or dead,
Will never rest
In any bed.

 

[Greatcloud]

Wow you go lady. That was just so professional real super. I use this forum for a lab of sorts but need some feedback won't you please oblige. In advance ty -Greatcloud

 

[Ada Lovelace]

Wow you go lady. That was just so professional real super. I use this forum for a lab of sorts but need some feedback won't you please oblige. In advance ty -Greatcloud

Thank you so much!!! I'll look for your thread now. I'm adding a new poem below. It still needs some polishing and editing, but eh, might as well go ahead and share.

 

[Ada Lovelace]

*** I don't think many people are popping on here, but if someone does come and read, please do not quote my post because I tend to later delete my poems. Thanks ***

The Cardinal Bird

Looking round three minutes in one spot
I saw more things alive than ever before ~
I saw things perish and things persist.
The breath from the breast of me was hoar,
The breath from the mouth of winter was mist;

But I saw more things in a winter hour
Than ever lived in the time of flower.....
Fallen tree bones rot,
But the bones of man do not.

The summer goes away
With the white leaf of a dusty day;
With the yellow leaf of beech
And the red leaf of the maple;
The summer has no mind to stay

With the shrunk brown leaf of the apple,
The shriveled hang-stone on the peach.
But it matters little how branches bleach,
The cardinal bird remains.

The long red body of the cardinal bird,
With a rare song and a rare word,
Moves from the peach-tree to the wood.
With a rare leaf for a roof in the rains,
With a rare cap for his cardinal hood,
The cardinal bird remains.

I saw things living in one place
That no summer had understood.
I saw the heart of the hired man
Looking out of his gray young face;
He made quick measure of his gains;
And followed the low read cardinal bird
Slipping through the rains.
Fallen tree-bones rot
But the bones of a man do not.....

Lord I have seen the brave land lie,
It is the land where I abide ~
Now take the summer out of my bone,
Say to the summer, "Let alone!"
Take the sun-stain out
Set me down on a winter stone,
Let me see the unashamed, unshy,

The cardinal bird in a cold sky,
The hired man's heart in his winter eye.
Fallen tree bones rot,
But the bones of man do not.

 

[Teegan]

That's very beautiful

 

[Ada Lovelace]

Thank you so much, Teegan!

 

[Ada Lovelace]

Shall we not walk together over the city’s stone
Homeless beneath the cliffs of steel,
Our spirit lighter than the larks
Welcomed in crannies of far-flung cornices?
Shall we not walk together
And rise into that dream we know?

Rest beside me on the stone;
Rest, for when we can no longer walk
We must dance.

Streets have ended far below,
City sparrows sleep in their smokey towers.
Here all space borrows your light
And floats like an orchid quivering:
This is your theater and mine.
Raise your arms to sow movements like a seed,
And in the cluster of your hand
Let me see our dream unfold.

 

[Greatcloud]

I want to discuss your poem about the cardinal thank you could you please critique my poetry in the sowers seed thank you . I really liked the poem about the cardinal it was beautiful keep writing you pass my muster. Only thing that was wrong a little was I could not understand parts of it but maybe that was intentional

 

[Ada Lovelace]

I wish I knew the reason for
The vegetarian dinosaur

That fed on ginkgo leaves and bran
Long before the meat-eating man;

That nibbled some narcotic tree
And nuzzled by an oozing sea;

Went unlamented to a grave
Below the Mesozoic wave

Long before ginkgo leaves and bran
Were eaten by man-eating man.

 

[Ada Lovelace]

Inspired by today's weather and beauty..............

There is beauty in aridity
More primal than the beauty of the lush.
A thought too easy is fertility;
Too soft the valleys, like a maiden’s blush.
Give me the rock-bound desert - scrub and sage
Tawny and bleak and wildly beautiful,
Sharp hills pared to the granite bone by age,
And blue cloud shadows drifting slow and cool.

For this way surely looked like the ancient earth,
Lashed by such storms and bitten by such winds,
Before life clambered upward birth by birth
To breathe the thin crisp air this upland finds.
And something rises in me, young and free,
To meet the freedom of this dusty sea.

 

[Blue Wren]

Wonderful.

 

[Ada Lovelace]

This is a bit morbid. I'll add a lighter one next....

This rose is overblown. Its time grows late.
Viewed from a distance it is rather fine -
An opulence, a fullness, holds it straight
And gives it bravery; and its bold line
Has nothing fallen yet. But viewed too near
Each petal, once a crying crimson breath,
Is purpling now, its edges worn and sear,
And the rich perfume bears a scent of death.

Well, be it so! There is beauty too
In dissolution, as there is in growth.
Each breathes us forth even as she breathes the dew,
And draws us back at last into her mouth.
And even the smell of death has its own worth,
Pungent and deep, as wholesome as the earth.

 

[Ada Lovelace]

When I was a child
I hunted every orchard
For a bit of fallen skylark-song.
I thought trills came from the throat
In ribbons and beads of color.
My earnest heart was tortured
To find a wisp of music
Or the shining dust of a note.

Afterward I thought
Of happiness like a skylark-song,
A dazzling fragment of life
To be discovered or missed;
Something more than itself -
The strangeness under a word-song,
A rainbow to lie in my palm,
Enchantment to tie at my wrist.