Your Favorite Poems from fellow Lit-Netters

[CdnReader]

Oh, wow! Thank you SO much, Niamh! It's a HUGE honour to get posted in this section, and I'm very very grateful.

[Niamh]

Oh, wow! Thank you SO much, Niamh! It's a HUGE honour to get posted in this section, and I'm very very grateful.

I personally think it deserves to be here. Its just so beautiful.
(btw i love your avatar!)

[tinustijger]

I saw this in this thread: http://www.online-literature.com/for...&page=14&pp=15

You cried

In my dream I caught your tear
In reality I stumbled,
Letting it slip through my fingers
And down it fell,
Joyfully like your laugh,
Tenderly like your smile
And, violently, my heart writhed
As its beauty splattered on the dirty ground
And, violently, my heart writhed
As its last sparkle died
And my heart broke,
With the tear,
As you cried

T.N. (Tue Nguyen)

I love it!!

[quasimodo1]

To Tinustuhger: I think this is a great thread and try to post on it when something poetic seems worthwhile. There may not be an answer to this, but just how would you pronounce your name? quasimodo1

[firefangled]

Has anyone added this yet? If not, why not - please explain. Yes you, I'm asking you. And if it has been added, can there be any harm in adding it again?
And again?

[B]

I have only been here once before and did not see this. Thank you, Prince, I feel very honored among so many of the poets I enjoy here and respect, present company very much included.

[kiz_paws]

I'd like to add my personal favorite (there is so many to chose from, but for today, this one really hit home with me):

On Laid Back Lane

A dusty gravel road crosses a low water bridge
over which flows a cool mountain creek.
I notice brownie’s scurrying for cover as
the truck slowly rolls across.

As I make my way up the hill and around
the bend a doe and its child leap a fence.
Stopping, I gaze in amazement how unaware
they are of my stare and wonderment.

Moving along I become almost hypnotized
by quick flashes of light and dark.
The setting sun spits rays through webs
of trees, leaves and limbs.

Shading the glare I nearly hit a roadrunner
as it hurries across the road.
This time there is no coyote to follow wanting
a quick before dinner snack.

The window is half rolled down allowing cool air
to refresh my sweating face.
A smell of fresh cut hay permeates the cab
and cicadas sing their thirteen year song.

It’s not far now, as I head down the valley to home,
I’ll go up one more hill, then a turn.
When I get to the top, there it is, just as always,
a golden globe making ready for its rest.

Up my path I think of my journey, of all the things
that I saw brand new and old.
I never tire of this trip; no it’s never boring or dull,
its just God’s way of showing off.

This is the work of Poppy. Great stuff!

[Poppy]

Kiz, I can only say I am flattered especially since I am such a novice.
Thanks.
~Poppy

[kiz_paws]

There are many really beautiful haiku written in this site, we have such talented people here. But there is this one, written by our member, Unbeliever that I feel truly grips the meaning of a perfect haiku. Allow me to post it with a picture that kind of adds to it:

Albino bunnies,
Sitting in a snowy field,
are invisible.

Bravo, Unbeliever.

[TheFifthElement]

This poem by Demian is just so beautiful.

Arianna pushes a dandelion on me-
I breeze by with some nodding amusement.
There are too many plodding clods to be
left prying plants from the mud:

How many bills have been paid?
When will there be enough time left to finish this?

Her hand presses a silver stream into mine and she says,
"Blow it away."
I step back and reach down.

Arianna smiles and reaches up--
"It's the wind, daddy."

"Yes it is, darling.
It's the Wind."

[Demian]

Thanks again!

[firefangled]

This is my favorite by Ampoule. There is for me her signature mystery at the end as if you happened upon the end of a conversation between her and someone unknown to you.

Eclipse

I like a little day time
Mixed into my night time,
The explosion of warmth and light
That comes when the sun's warmth
And the moon's and the star's sparkling light
Embrace each other.
They seem to cling to each other
Suspended in time,
But very slowly they pull apart
And float off into space.
Yes, sweet troubadour, all my life's a circle
And I do know why
Time keeps rolling by.

amp, December Fifth TwoThousand

[ampoule]

I could put it in a hundred different languages but they would all come out to say, 'thank you'. You are very kind.

[Virgil]

Ampoule, that is a great poem. I love the turn the poem makes we these lines:

Yes, sweet troubadour, all my life's a circle
And I do know why
Time keeps rolling by.

[Avalive]

Nice thread. I do love some of the poems here but I need sometime to recollect my memories of those beautiful pieces.

[Niamh]

This belongs here! love it!

We were born of sheep's dreams,
we were born of grass.
Neither of us is quite there
we are nought but dreams and gas.

So it hardly matters that I've killed you,
Chopped you up for stew and pie.
Because you my dear don't exist
Nor in point of fact do I.

Cackle! Hiss! Bubble and boil!
Umdiddle dee and umdiddle DIE!

We are characters in someone's brain
though I am not quite certain who.
But all that matters is-
It doesn't matter what I do!

Kill or steal, rob or lie,
if I don't exist can I die?

Tell yourself that you are real,
you will find that you are not
For we are all but fairy tales
From that green sheep that dreams a lot.
By Nightshade