The Poetry Thread

[Psalms34]

There really are no active poetry forums here at CF. Well there is one but it's dead and no one reads them or talks about the poems. So thought I'd drop a thread here and see if it'll stay active for a bit. I know there are a few that write poetry here.

Post up some recent or old favorite poetry that you wrote, feel free to comment and discuss on whatever people post. Just poetry, psalms musical lyrics, prayer or meditation, about whatever topic along those lines, but just not plagiarized stuff. Discussing anything related to those is cool too. You know, like helper aids/tools to writing poetry etc..

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Here is a recent. I inspired off of Psalm 77 to write this. I usually reflect on or off of something when I write, which sometimes makes for interesting results, especially if I do it prayerfully. This is a poetic psalm.


The Great King
My spirit makes diligent search
I remember my song in the night
I meditate all of my heart
It sings of mercy peace and delight

Who is as great as our God?
For to Him do the ocean’s depth fright
And His lightning’s light up the whole earth
For His power is displayed in His might

Great is our God as He moves
The mountains to fall at His feet
The oceans to burst as great springs
The sun to be moved like shaft wheat

Glory to the King upon high
Great is His mercy and peace
He leads those who faithfully seek
And we come lovingly to His own feet.

 

[frenzy]

I just submitted this poem to my university's yearly arts magazine:

The Red Chair
By Nikki Carlson
Inspired by Deborah Keenan’s poem His Red Chair

The red chair did not move
All these years, though it
Did show signs of use;
Light scratches, heavy stains,
And it knew its master
By imprints of thighs on plush cushions.
Time spent idle, time spent spending time---
Master and chair, in conversation
Experiencing light, shadows, life.
Sometimes working into the night,
The chair did not mind overtime.
But now it sits in settling dust,
Alone and waiting.
just, waiting.

 

[wallaby]

my latest, but not greatest. its about the separation of life and death and how we cannot have perfect knowledge without first passing on.

Sacrarium

I hear the long sigh of spent
willow--an elegy sunk deep
into the wind's worn
grooves. Hooves trail off,
and the lull of leaves not
yet embers resonates and fades.
All bound in roots and
hardened dirt, the trees just
lean and whisper. No birds
linger, nor afoot are game
to blight the sacred shrine.
Only rays of light loom to
trespass in the hollows,
and no man ventures, ever,
forth to consecrated ground.

 

[JennyKatz]

Well, I'm not a poet (prose is my medium of first choice), but this is a poem I wrote for a creative writing class a few semesters back:

Consider the Rain

Consider the rain as it falls on us here.
Do you think it knows what we've done?
Does it weep for what we've lost,
tears beating out time on the patchwork leaves above?
Or is it a baptism of autumnal rain,
washing away the too-near past,
and all the things we've said and done?
You're smiling a little, as if you really mean it
and I find myself offering the same.
We'll be fine, of course, as we've agreed;
good-byes are said everyday.
I will remember you and all the years we shared
and I know that I shall think of you
the next time that it rains.

 

[Supplanter]

I'm just posting, so I can keep reading all you talented people's stuff.

 

[trulyliving]

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[RobinRedbreast]

One of the more recent things I wrote:

Reflections

Staring into sun-drenched windows,
all surroundings brought to basic light,
just reflections, nothing more.
Distorted images with warped inflections,
afterthoughts abashed, yet honest,
threatening with crooked stature --
shadows of their former selves.
Twisting, turning, thrown off balance,
buildings that could topple
to the ground below.

It's hard to see around me
with my back against the wall.

 

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