I had logged out of the forum when I read your poetry and I was deeply moved by the beauty and simplicity of your words. Both my parents are long gone but we had great times together and my mum still "visits" ocassionally.
Comet, we have a tradition to give small tokens as 'remembrances' of those departed - that way, they live on with us.
Richard described his exploits with golf. We seem to share a first-class ineptitude for the sport. Well it seems to work for me so perhaps I got it right after all. Reply under changed topic, how's that Mods?
This was my description of an after-noon's attempt myself. I make no apologies for the doggerel, I was only 17 at the time but having written better poetry since I still rather like it! Hopefully you may all feel a moment's entertainment.
LEARNING TO PLAY GOLF Up on the golf course I pass the day, Just for the fun of the game I play. A budding champ? I'm certainly not... The worst in the club I'm afraid's my lot. When at the tee I place my ball, Practice a swing.. and off it falls! I take my stance, prepare to play... A four-yard drive down the fairway. Further on, my umpteenth ball, Rests beside a large earth wall. I use a maschie, no help at all, All I do is mash me ball. Then on to the green I come at a run And find, "Oh dear!" I'm on the wrong one!
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Her eyes were the blue of cornflowers that dance amongst ripening wheat, Her hair the colour of golden sands bleached by summer's heat.
Hi Kiernankate! Your latest writes are beautiful. I especially like the last one .. I love how you take something like rain and tie it into a different theme (sadness and life). Also, I can definitely relate to some of the poems you posted... that's important for a reader.
Here's a really old one. Originally written when I was 13, and rewritten this year. (I had felt completely uninspired and given up on poetry for the two years in between, but thank God I'm back on track now, because it's a really important outlet for me).
Give Me A Sunrise
“give me a sunrise, please.
a spring sunrise, to watch daisies and pansies climb from beneath the sleepy dew. to hear birds twitter morning into newborn birches, and to look at the blue hills cradling the sun.
or a summer daybreak, sir, if you please. to feel the air gather salt as a peaceful sea awakens to the cry of gulls. or, sir, let me rise
to a golden autumn morn, if you have one of those. to feel the shadow of frost give way to the light, and to run out in the pink-tinged pasture towards the harvest.
or, sir, give me a winter dawn, I would like that too. to see the sharp kiss of the sun reflect in every icy branch, so bright it makes me close my eyes again.
so, sir, please give me a sunrise.
you’ve one in your pocket.”
Oh Wow!!! I love this poem soooo much. It was really beautiful and totally captivated me!! I like all the poems, good job people! (clap clap clap) I'm a poet too, I love to write poetry. Just love it. Also love to read, so thanks for posting!