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HemaPoetry Café
By: HematoLogMeIn Date: July 31, 2016, 8:31 pm
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I do have quite a few poems that I am rather proud of, mostly
because I used poetry to confess to a girl I liked once...or
like three times. I tend to fumble for words in face-to-face
conversation, but luckily, passing a handwritten collection of
thirteen love sonnets seems to convey the right feeling. Here
are some of the highlights, each under its own spoiler to save
some space.
"Fierce"
[spoiler]At first it merely was a flutter,
a small spark bringing with it joy.
At first I didn't know better,
but now the illusion's destroyed.
Your coy smile and your soft embrace
melded into memories I could not escape.
With your knowing fingers lace
after that first date, I willed not escape.
Still for a while, I held back,
Thinking patience a good virtue.
Then that night fell along with my slack
showing to you my feelings true.
Upon my heart you have left a fatal pierce,
just as one would expect of the charmingly fierce.[/spoiler]
"Tumult and Time"
[spoiler]I know not who you were before,
not in name, nor in nature.
I need not know your life's lore,
but would listen if you choose to tell, for sure.
But she is not She who enraptured me
with frozen gaze and icy wit.
She is you, the present entity,
even if the flame of passion's low burn be a near-dead wick.
The future is always uncertain,
and sometimes better left unsaid.
Best to probably close the curtain
before the play leads to a sorrowful end.
Time stands still for no one, yes?
So then,
would you honor me in saving what the present
has?[/spoiler]
"Atmosphere"
[spoiler]Silence falls again
between you and I,
I with shyness, and
You with--I don't know.
Comfort in falling away,
picking apart slowly;
time fades from me away,
listening in passivity.
Comfort in an atmosphere
I can melt into.
No force, no fear,
only the warmth of a headhigh.
I wonder if the high and pace will last,
but the aura silences anxiety for the moment.[/spoiler]
Just a note about this next one: I like it personally because it
comes so much from my heart and you can just see from it a time
of me transforming and maturing in my situation. It's also one
of my few works that isn't a sonnet.
"Raison D'être"
[spoiler]I know where before I held wrong,
but intent did not correlate.
Now once again I take up my pen in song
and hope that you relate.
Ever the perfectionist, I wanted the best,
but I had it all wrong;
Perfection takes trial and error,
and satisfaction is never infinite.
To me, you share traits with Beauty,
especially in that you hold your own,
knowing your life is yours and making you yourself.
I know that I come off as meek at times,
and that I have problems to address,
but perhaps if our paths intertwine,
it won't all be pain and duress.
I'm not an optimist, but maybe, just maybe,
with these hands, we can make something less bitter than
sweet.[/spoiler]
And, last but not least, what I consider to be my best work yet,
which was written after my eventual "break" with the woman who
made me muse and muddle over the words that became the poems
above; I think it speaks for itself and how I feel even now.
"Love Is Iron"
[spoiler]This dual nature of light and dark
makes me wonder to paths embarked;
whether head or tender I should hark,
I know not which stronger holds my heart.
The fires of desire dwell within,
and red iron from all begins,
molded by thoughts relentless,
the heartbeat of the blacksmith listless.
Yet from that fire upon cool water rests
that prized precious longed to possess
the heart of forger surely attests:
The final work came not of rest.
So it is with Love, first passion hot as sin,
then steady waters in which the iron sets.[/spoiler]
To me, poetry should make the reader feel something, like a
connection. It can take one moment and amplify it, recreate it,
and paint it in another's mind. Words have power, and I, as a
poet, seek to make use of that power to express myself in ways
that others can understand. I appreciate any feedback, since I
know I am weak in things such as meter, but then again, not all
poetry has to follow any set construction. I hope you all enjoy
this. May update eventually, if a muse strikes me again and I
find enough words to shove onto paper.
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Re: HemaPoetry Café
By: Orchid Date: July 31, 2016, 8:50 pm
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I really enjoyed Atnosphere. It flows the best in my opinion. I
can also relate to it.
I can definitely relate to wanting a safe space and stopping the
anxiety temporarily.
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Re: HemaPoetry Café
By: HematoLogMeIn Date: July 31, 2016, 9:08 pm
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I think everybody deserves a space like that. Just like
everybody deserves a little me-time to treat themselves once in
a while.
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Re: HemaPoetry Café
By: Orchid Date: July 31, 2016, 9:20 pm
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I'm glad you shared. Keep us updated on your poems, I do like
them.
Do you tell stories with poems?
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Re: HemaPoetry Café
By: HematoLogMeIn Date: July 31, 2016, 9:29 pm
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Sometimes, and I had one that did something like that, except
that I don't quite like how it flows. I do find that writing
from my heart produces some interesting results.
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Re: HemaPoetry Café
By: HematoLogMeIn Date: August 1, 2016, 12:37 am
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Just a little update, since this got me to thinking about
poetry. I had been meaning to write something about my
"aesthetic" as the kids are calling it these days.
I went for something a little different this time, again, not
going for sonnets. I just kinda freeformed it. I got the idea
watching my friend's senior presentation when she got her
bachelor degree. Something like a form of poetry about home. I
wound up with this.
"Slice of Life"
[spoiler]The smell of strong coffee in the morning,
some sugar, a cheap tub of vanilla creamer, chocolate syrup;
Not much, but just enough.
Crisp air, not cold.
The heavy grumble of an old motorcycle
riding in before noon.
Handwritten words fill a page:
notes, lists, meaningless drabble.
Process, analyze, repeat.
Explain, express, convey.
Afternoon, smooth like the milk in a London Fog,
liberates toes from their heeled cage in the car.
The unfamiliar aroma of home, the crackle of an opening can.
A change of clothes, fresh cotton,
then the blazing heat outside setting up a line,
losing sense of self along the balance.
Closed eyes, letting go, focus.
Take-down, build up, process.
The low droll of a bass riff,
gears turning out ideas.
Prattle, banter, relax.
Early evening lightningstorm
ignites inspiration and passion.
Slowly approaching weariness,
the softness of a warm body to press against,
sweet nothings mumbled from unfiltered mind.
Sleep of the dead, vivid dreams of adventure unfettered,
lost to the morning.
The smell of strong coffee in the morning,
some sugar, a cheap tub of vanilla creamer, chocolate syrup;
Not much, but just enough.[/spoiler]
I feel like it says a lot about me, since this is kind of my
ideal. Who knows what kind of emotions are seeping through
between the lines of this one?
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Re: HemaPoetry Café
By: rockafella Date: August 1, 2016, 7:03 am
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This is one that I wrote when I was going through some emotional
times. I needed to write something that spoke to me and
connected me to those things I enjoyed and held dear.
[spoiler]
Let me say im a rockafella,
like a rock liking fella,
I do like acapella,
and I enjoy mozzarella,
my favourite film's interstellar,
I have a modest wine cellar,
my favourite wrestler is Brie Bella,
and fave magicians are Penn & Teller,
Did I say my name was rockafella?
[/spoiler]
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Re: HemaPoetry Café
By: HematoLogMeIn Date: August 1, 2016, 2:17 pm
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I like that one. It's a very "I am me" kinda thing, and the
whimsical all-rhymed nature could probably cheer you up if
you're feeling a little down.
I too like mozzarella.
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Re: HemaPoetry Café
By: Lumaria Date: August 2, 2016, 12:13 am
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I usually enjoy Edgar Allen Poe. Some of these have a similar
rhythmic tone mixed with a more common style.
Personally can't pinpoint a specific one that stands out to me.
Atmosphere definitely feels less EAP like.
I might share some poems too but those are far too personal for
me. It will take me a while before I start sharing those.
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Re: HemaPoetry Café
By: HematoLogMeIn Date: August 2, 2016, 12:26 am
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I'm honored to be compared to such a master. I have a book of
some of his collected poems and stories. Interesting read, that
man...
Anyway, don't feel down about not wanting to share. Some poetry
is very much like a journal entry, and as such it can be very
close to you. I can't say that I blame you for waiting to share
something a little more...let's say "appealing to a wider
audience," in that it's more...not quite generic, but. Ah,
interpersonal, rather than intropersonal, if you follow.
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