Sibi
Well-Known Member
There is a thread on here about "what is your favorite poem". I thought it would be fun to start a thread where all the talented soapers out there who like to write poetry can share some of their own poetry. I started writing poetry (or whatever you all might want to call it) in 2004-2005 when I was going through a mild depression. Writing down my feelings seemed to ease up on some of the stuff I was feeling. Unfortunately, a lot of my poetry is down right depressing but there are a few that are not too bad. I'm trying now to write more inspirational poems to help lift the soul up instead of pulling it down.
I'll share one that is a downer and one that is a little better. I love reading original poetry so feel free everyone to share or just write one on the fly....
Cliffs Edge
Swirling, hovering, knocking...
it is always there, ever present
in my psyche.
Pulling me in, tugging furiously,
luring me closer to within an inch of insanity,
it is there
beckoning me to come closer.
I stand precariously on the razor's edge
being split between paths,
I falter and freeze,
neither path beckons with ease.
Here I teeter-totter day in, day out,
on the brink of madness
slowly gnawing away at my life.
To My Son
My guiding light helps ease
the sorrow that lies deep
within my soul.
My guiding light brings joy,
laughter and sweetness
with every footstep he takes.
My guiding light shines brighter than any sun,
and brings warmth with just a glance.
My guiding light is my core, my rock, my very survival,
for he teaches me about the purest
and richest love there is.....
that of a mother and child.
I'll share one that is a downer and one that is a little better. I love reading original poetry so feel free everyone to share or just write one on the fly....
Cliffs Edge
Swirling, hovering, knocking...
it is always there, ever present
in my psyche.
Pulling me in, tugging furiously,
luring me closer to within an inch of insanity,
it is there
beckoning me to come closer.
I stand precariously on the razor's edge
being split between paths,
I falter and freeze,
neither path beckons with ease.
Here I teeter-totter day in, day out,
on the brink of madness
slowly gnawing away at my life.
To My Son
My guiding light helps ease
the sorrow that lies deep
within my soul.
My guiding light brings joy,
laughter and sweetness
with every footstep he takes.
My guiding light shines brighter than any sun,
and brings warmth with just a glance.
My guiding light is my core, my rock, my very survival,
for he teaches me about the purest
and richest love there is.....
that of a mother and child.