Niamhs poems

[Niamh]

There for a while my heart began to beat again.
For a time it had been turned to stone,
was still and cold, rendered dead by loves pain.
But then you came, and softened it with sweet voices subtle tone.

I felt that some new hope was beating inside my breast,
A new chance to feel, to glow, to love and live,
But trapped. You challenged my concience to a test,
A test i could not take, for with another man, my love i could not give.

But now you are to be gone, never will i see you
for my future is not something i can forsee.
But over time like with others, i will forget you too.
For like them, through my silence, you are not aware of me.

Yet now a fire burns in me, for something different, something new.
Its time to make a change, do something with my life
And not worry about pleasing others, and thanks to you
my eyes are open to my lifes agonising truth, its strife.

I cannot sit and wait around, i'm tired of it, no more pain!
Its time to live my life in happiness, peace, and not alone.
Thank you and goodbye. This melted heart it can finally beat again.
And never again shall i let bad love turn it into stone.

[quasimodo1]

To Niamh: Excellent stanza but my instinct tells me you had two or more in you but muted these expressions. It doesn't take away from the poem, but maybe it would shine brighter with the obvious followup I felt coming. quasimodo1

[Niamh]

you are right. I've let it all out now. You can now read the rest. Thanks Quasi!

[silverangel]

simple thoughts but true- but i like the one that speaks of not worrying about life's torments- just joined, so people, just you wait and i'll post some poems of mine too- later...

[Janine]

Yes, Niamh, wonderful, interesting poem. I liked it very much. How did you put that link into your post? Just curious. I just noticed it.

I agree with Pensive on this first one. I just noticed that too so I had to revise this post.

Originally Posted by Niamh
As i lie down to rest
my head is filled with thoughts
of future emotions and troubles past.
Sometimes eyes glisten,
tears forming on surface fighting for release.
Darkness overcomes,
And as i lie dreaming
My dreams are filled with thoughts
of future emotions and troubles past.

Short and fine!

Very nice indeed.

[Niamh]

Thanks Janine. If you liked those two poems you should look back on the other pages.
Are you on about the link in my sig?

[Pensive]

There for a while my heart began to beat again.
For a time it had been turned to stone,
was still and cold, rendered dead by loves pain.
But then you came, and softened it with sweet voices subtle tone.

I felt that some new hope was beating inside my breast,
A new chance to feel, to glow, to love and live,
But trapped. You challenged my concience to a test,
A test i could not take, for with another man, my love i could not give.

But now you are to be gone, never will i see you
for my future is not something i can forsee.
But over time like with others, i will forget you too.
For like them, through my silence, you are not aware of me.

Yet now a fire burns in me, for something different, something new.
Its time to make a change, do something with my life
And not worry about pleasing others, and thanks to you
my eyes are open to my lifes agonising truth, its strife.

I cannot sit and wait around, i'm tired of it, no more pain!
Its time to live my life in happiness, peace, and not alone.
Thank you and goodbye. This melted heart it can finally beat again.
And never again shall i let bad love turn it into stone.

It's really well-written. Made me feel with you. Seems like a cry from the heart because of a real experience. That's a good spirit:

And never shall I let bad love turn it into stone

I have got problem with one verse though. Here:

But now you are to be gone, never will i see you
for my future is not something i can forsee.
But over time like with others, i will forget you too.
For like them, through my silence, you are not aware of me.

Firstly, I should be with capital letters. I never really understand though why they have created this rule, linguists want us to be narcissistic perhaps, as they feel we need to capitalise letters when we are talking about I which means ourselves/our views. I don't know why don't we put a capital letter for y in you! Oh well...

Secondly, you (I think it should be You) have written you wouldn't be able to see the person you have directed this poem to but then you also mention you can't forsee your future. Then you also write quite in a matter-of-fact way that you would forget him. My point is that these statements seem to be contradicting each other. If you can't forsee anything, why are you too sure that you would forget him? An addition of maybe or perhaps might be better, like this:

But now you are gone 'perhaps' never will I see you
For my future is not something I can forsee
But over time like others, 'maybe' I would forget you too

[ampoule]

There for a while my heart began to beat again.
For a time it had been turned to stone,
was still and cold, rendered dead by loves pain.
But then you came, and softened it with sweet voices subtle tone.

I felt that some new hope was beating inside my breast,
A new chance to feel, to glow, to love and live,
But trapped. You challenged my concience to a test,
A test i could not take, for with another man, my love i could not give.

But now you are to be gone, never will i see you
for my future is not something i can forsee.
But over time like with others, i will forget you too.
For like them, through my silence, you are not aware of me.

Yet now a fire burns in me, for something different, something new.
Its time to make a change, do something with my life
And not worry about pleasing others, and thanks to you
my eyes are open to my lifes agonising truth, its strife.

I cannot sit and wait around, i'm tired of it, no more pain!
Its time to live my life in happiness, peace, and not alone.
Thank you and goodbye. This melted heart it can finally beat again.
And never again shall i let bad love turn it into stone.

Niamh,
I like and understand this poem. I especially enjoyed the rhyme. It wasn't sing-songy. In fact, I had to go back...'looky there at that nice scheme'. I hope you take that as a compliment.

[Niamh]

Uncle Dick.

Sad news we have just heard,
News of you; gone to the light.
They said that yesterday you felt ill.
Today your sickness won,
Now you will feel no pain.
I will always remember you,
How light-hearted and youthful you were.
Of the time you told me of your cycle trip to Galway,
Of how you got half way there, but had to turned back.
Fairview strand, your homeland had been bombed,
Was small damage, mistaken for Britain or Belfast.
Rumours said the Germans had bombed the Zoo also,
That the lions were loose, terrorizing the streets of Dublin.
And monkeys swinging from roof to roof.
How you had returned home to find your mother cooking,
And learnt that you brother slept through it all,
Unaware of what happened;
That the Zoo was intact, the animals were not loose.
The seed of excitement that thought created died with the truth.
Apart from the Strand, Dublin would still be Dublin.
That was good enough for you!
I am sad to hear you are gone. You lived to see one more birthday,
You were eighty-seven yesterday.
I will never hear you anecdotes, your witty repartees!
You have moved on to a new life,
And now the ears of Angels shall hear your tales instead.
Farewell Uncle Dick.
May your new life be the great adventure you always wanted.
Rest your self. Your soul can no longer feel pain.


8/09/2007
RIP Richard Bowden 1920-2007

[TheFifthElement]

Niamh, I'm sorry to hear of your loss. It's a lovely poem, and a lovely tribute.

[ampoule]

My sympathies also. He sounded like quite a guy!

[Niamh]

he was quite a character! I was very lucky to get to interview him for my oral history/folklore project in college. Both people i interview died within less than a year of each other.

[Pensive]

he was quite a character! I was very lucky to get to interview him for my oral history/folklore project in college. Both people i interview died within less than a year of each other.

They live through those interviews you took. Their memories. Not the same as the presence of someone's physical and mental self near but enough at times...

[AimusSage]

The Fall of The 1916 Rising

He felt his skin go damp and heavy,
As he watched his men grow weak and weary,
As they were marched along the crowded street
Towards the place where they and death would meet.

Their hour of darkness finally met them
As the soldiers placed there guns before him,
He heard a bang and felt lead go through him,
for then he knew he'd lost his pride
As he felt the pain go up his side
For then he fell and there he died.

17/11/97

I can't belief you wrote that when you were just 14! It's really good, esp. if one realizes the historical context.

Heres a little poem i just wrote for the person who got my card details!

Investigations on its way,
I hope you have somethings to say!
I dont think it right what you do,
but dont you worry i've spotted you!
I hope someone catches you at work,
and locks you up you stupid jerk!

Ugh, Credit card fraud. You got to hate it. Had a problem with it too a few months back, Good thing my bank is really adamant about the protection and caught on with the first suspicious charge. I love my bank. They replaced my card for free and it didn't cost me a penny in the end.

I almost forgot the important bit. The poem is good, got a laugh out of me. Not the most sensible response to it, but I thought it was just darn funny how you say stupid jerk in the last sentence.

Uncle Dick.

Sad news we have just heard,
News of you; gone to the light.
They said that yesterday you felt ill.
Today your sickness won,
Now you will feel no pain.
I will always remember you,
How light-hearted and youthful you were.
Of the time you told me of your cycle trip to Galway,
Of how you got half way there, but had to turned back.
Fairview strand, your homeland had been bombed,
Was small damage, mistaken for Britain or Belfast.
Rumours said the Germans had bombed the Zoo also,
That the lions were loose, terrorizing the streets of Dublin.
And monkeys swinging from roof to roof.
How you had returned home to find your mother cooking,
And learnt that you brother slept through it all,
Unaware of what happened;
That the Zoo was intact, the animals were not loose.
The seed of excitement that thought created died with the truth.
Apart from the Strand, Dublin would still be Dublin.
That was good enough for you!
I am sad to hear you are gone. You lived to see one more birthday,
You were eighty-seven yesterday.
I will never hear you anecdotes, your witty repartees!
You have moved on to a new life,
And now the ears of Angels shall hear your tales instead.
Farewell Uncle Dick.
May your new life be the great adventure you always wanted.
Rest your self. Your soul can no longer feel pain.


8/09/2007
RIP Richard Bowden 1920-2007

Great eulogy! It really gives an idea of the kind of man he was.



Yeats was a great Irish poet, and so are you

[Niamh]

Aw thanks Aimus! I'm no where near as good as Yeats!