Poetry Thread - self portraits in verse

[thefool_wa]

Some days the threads one reads and participates in seem to follow a course and theme beyond our own choosing. Today has been the day for locked threads about drugs and sex, and several involving poetry.

That being said, I shared a song I wrote in poem form on a thread that was subsequently locked and deleted so it only got read a couple times. It runs along the drugs and poetry lines without being inappropriate. Please enjoy.

For my journal, here it is again. Any comments or feedback are welcome, and please share any introspective poetic self portraits you may have.

theFool
a musical self portrait

For three long nights,
And three long days,
I haven't slept.
Alone, I've prayed.
Asking God for sympathy,
But I don't think he's watching me.
I don't know how I got here.
Forced to live my life in fear.
I've walked in Demon's company,
'Till someone's out there watching me.

I walk alone,and sit in back.
My mind is sore from keeping track.
I've asked him, "How?"
And asked him, "Why?"
I don't care if I live or die.
I cry alone,
Watch my back,
And try to steal away at night.
I've lost my will,
Lost my fight.
I just can't seem to set things right.

And I don't know, but I can see.
There's someone out there watching me.
It's not just fear.
Not just me.
He's out there somewhere after me.

My Demon friend,
My darker half,
He's out there somewhere stalking me.
I try to run.
I try to plead,
And beg him, "Please, just set me free!"
A hollow hole this demon fills.
In time this demon always kills.
A weakened heart.
A tortured soul.
A killer's mind out of control.

He's everywhere,
And always near.
Reminding me of all I fear.
A fool in Demon's company.
A tragic fate in front of me.
I can't go on,
This has to stop.
Time I loose this hopeless fight.
I can't go back.
I'll set things right.
And all I want is sleep tonight.

Still, I don't know, but I can see.
There's someone out there watching me.
It's not just fear.
Not just me.
He's out there somewhere after me.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. Wow! This is wonderful!

You are to be congratulated on this incisive poem......

I was completely enthralled from start to finish!

Keep 'em coming, will you?

I dabble a little in poetry too......I'll have to see if I have any that I think describe me.......

Or else come up with something original tonight....

Thank you...

:hug:

[thefool_wa]

4. You are too kind

I appreciate the great feedback :) I have tomes and tomes of poetry I have written in the past sixteen or so years. I'll throw something else up tonight (can't now - monday morning - work to do - damn the man)

Thank you again...

:hug:

[trackfan]

2. Mine isn't deep, but it describes my day...hence the name...

My Day

I arrive at the office in the morning,
hang my coat on the door, and get a cup of
coffee, or, if the pot is cold and empty,
make a fresh one to have along with breakfast.
This consists of a donut, or a pastry,
or a cereal. Then I start the dreary
task of making myself look like I'm doing
work. I'll kill a few minutes in the bathroom.
Then it's back to the kitchen for a glass of
water. After a while, I head on down to
take a walk, or just lounge around the lobby.
Then it's back to my desk and looking busy,
faking work until lunch provides its welcome
break. Then back to the agonizing task of
doing practically nothing. Popcorn, cocoa,
candy, various other small diversions
fill the rest of the day, until it's time to
end the farce, and I finally make my exit.

[thefool_wa]

5. A portrait not only of yourself

but of so many of us out here.

Thanks for sharing, that was great!

:hug:

[fizzgig]

3. this is a portrait of me frozen in one moment

it's not so much poetry as stream of consciousness...

contentment

i never felt so content as i did that day

the waves breaking over my legs

ankles numb in pain

feet buried in the sand

staring out past the horizon

eyes squinted against the sun

there was complete peace for that short time

i felt it slip away even as we walked back to the car

still clinging as i wiped the chicken grease from my fingers

[thefool_wa]

6. Very Nice

I would say you have a gift for free verse. Most excellent.

I particularly like how you ended it. Thanks for sharing.

:hug:

[tigereye]

7. ok

Cold- my pansies have died
and the birdbath water is frozen
Odd how the car that I should have put in the garage is now covered with frost.
Just last week
I had the door open
so that the last little autumnal breeze
could swirl around me.

[thefool_wa]

8. Brrrrrr...

gives me a shiver just to read it.

Quite good.

[tigereye]

9. thanks!

I'm not a poet, but it's fun to try to think like one...

[thefool_wa]

12. Everyone has a poet in them

Its connecting with that inner poet that some find hard.

And, yes, it is fun to think like one.

;)

[BarenakedLady]

10. Ok pretty lame

But I haven't written in a very very very long time:

It happened slowly
Or quickly I can't remember
A trip, a stumble, a slide
down
Maybe it was just my imagination
It'll be ok, I said
but why is it getting darker?
S
L
I
D
E
down into the darkness.
Why can't I see any light?
I can't ever remember not being here
Have I always been here?
I don't think so
But I'm not sure anymore

I will find my way out
Even if I have to crawl
Even if I have to claw
I will find my way out

[thefool_wa]

11. Inventive and Descriptive

Lame is not what I would call that at all.

Thanks for sharing :)

:hug: