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Two Poems by the Chicken Nugget Princess

I want to be the sky...
 
I want to be the sky
And go on forever and ever
And look upon the world with sunshine eyes
I want to be the sky
I want to wear a sweater made of clouds
And cry raindrop tears into the rivers
I want to be the sky
Such a soft azure blue
Red and purple when the sunsets
Beautiful
I want to be the sky
And hold the heavens in my hands
Caress the moon at night
I want to be the sky
I want...
I want...
I want...
To be free
Just like the sky
 
 
 
 
Water Lilies
Pretty little water lilies
Floating on the surface
Never any deeper
Than a king's broken chalice
 
You're a pretty water lily
Gliding on the water
No one ever seeing
How afraid you really are

I won't be a water lily
I could never be so
Longing to be deeper
Than you'll ever care to know
For I can think and think my own thoughts
And not just what I'm told
 
Everyone's a water lily
At some time in their lives
But it's those who dare to sink or swim
Who find life's precious prize

Three Poems by tutlens

Gliding By

The clouds in the sky
Are soft and they’re high
They scrape on my belly
As I wing my way by

The scales on my wings
Are glittery things
A sigh from beholders
What pleasure it brings

As I glide my way by on the foot of the sky
The sun, she sets, and the night draws nigh
My nose scents the world and the joy makes me cry
As I glide my way by

 

Awareness

I am aware
That I hold the stare
Of every kid in the class

And I am aware
Of the motes in the air
The motes that float en masse

But I’m not aware
Of things that aren’t there
Nor of things that don’t matter much

And nobody cares
About the affairs
And despairs of myself, as such

(-:

 

Immortal
(an experiment in beginning rhyme)

Perhaps, as I watch time slow go by
Elapse, I’ll see our ancient sky
Collapse, like a dream, a wish, or a sigh;
Crushed like the stars and all others before

Left alone in the world, a god he once was
Now bereft of his home, and only because
Though deft, still a man, still a god without cause;
I’ll watch his solace from a hidden door

In space, he thinks and wanders alone
Defaced immortal off his marble throne
Erased, as he was, from his only home;
A home now myth and no more

Shifting ahead on shadow wings
He watches, silent, when doomsday rings;
Never dying and living forever
Can be thought of as two different things

 

 

 

Two Poems by OliveSocrates

Hallways
 
Twisting and turning my way through
these hallways of good and bad choices,
always stopping at a dead end,
facing a blank wall around each bend.
I'm in trouble now, there's nowhere to go.
Why didn't I listen, then I'd know
which passage to take,
which turns to make,
and find my way out of this maze of good and bad choices.
 
 
Why Did I Leave?
 
Why did I leave?
I met you by chance,
we were friends by choice,
my fate was to melt
when I heard your voice.
The time I spent with you was cut short,
the impression you left was of the magic sort.
My mind does tumbles,
my heart does a flip,
you have stolen my everything,
is it a trick?
I want nothing more but to hold you
and look in your eyes.
No more sorrow,
and no more lonely cries.
I was happy around you.
You wouldn't believe
I wanted to stay,
why did I leave?

A Poem by Mara

 My Own Icarus 
 
 
I spend my life building these wings.
 I build them to reach the sun.
 The sun,
 High on his lofty perch,
 Calls my name
 His voice reaching to me on my Earth,
 Devoid of his piercing rays.
 I build my wings to fly,
 Fly away from this ground,
 The world I try so hard to leave behind
 I leap-
 I soar-
 Up, up.
 The shadowless orb,
 In it’s absolute beauty,
 Blinds me.
 I feel my wings begin to fail,
 A contrivance of a failed craftsman.
 Slipping from the warmth of the sun,
 I once again see the shadow beneath me,
 Stirring like a malevolent ebony sea
 Waiting to swallow inept sailors.
 I don’t want to go back down to the earth,
 To my cold, lifeless lover,
 Who despite it’s darkness seduces the strongest of men
 I am not strong
 So I call to the sun to save me
 Not realizing he’s been there all along
 The sun tells me to leave my wings
 “Sun ” I cry, “I cannot fly without them.”
 “No,” He whispers to me, “you are my Beloved, I am your wings.”
 
-Minuae
 (Ad astra per aspera)

Three Poems by S. Matthews

A Note From Hate:

You can't take it
The pain you've created
Consumes the soul
Turns white lilies black.

When my world was crashing down,
You turned my smile to a frown.
You crushed my heart to pieces,
And now I'm left to pick them up.

Hate will make the fire burn
You feed the flames with oil
The I'm left  to douse it out
With no water to be found

With a blade across my wrist,
I fight the urge, I must resist
To make the cut and let it bleed
And plant anew the anger seed.

I grip the thorns so tight and merciless
It starts to cut and scar my palm
To remind of the pain
You brought without a second thought.

Secretly inside I am burning
Inside I'm planning my dark revenge
To take down my enemies
And more importantly the person reading this.

Signed sincerely,
Your enemy,
Your hater,
Plotting my revenge

                                                                                   Darkness Song:

Shadows creep along the walls

Speaking in whispers as darkness calls.

Tempting them to come along

And join him in his eerie song,

To call the darkness from the light

And feed the flame that is their spite.

The lights go out, the candles snuff,

They've made their choice, they've had enough.

They've fin'ly decided to give in

To the shadows darkest whim.

The shadows creep out from the corners they've hid

Darkness stirs the hearts within.

Possess them!

Keep on with you're hymn!

They keep on singing their evil lies,

They've called the stars down from the skies!

They prance in a circle in gay delight,

As the moon casts her silver light.

Cause pain in every form,

Sadness, envy, hate and scorn.

The dance grows wilder with every step they take,

But they're not done, they still create!

Darkness blossoms, a twilight flower,

People hide in fear they cower.

But the moon still creeps across the sky,

And the shadows will soon die.

As dawn touches the black of night,

The shadows stop and flee in fright.

The candles light and the shadows return,

But they still wish, for night they yearn.

But one more day, they must wait,

Then dance again until daybreak.


 

                                                                                                        the Mirror;

The mirror reflects

A strange face not known

A soul in a shell

No mind of its own.

 

Lifeless pools for eyes

Not a sparkle to be found

Only mistrust and lies

With hatred dashed around.

 

It seems to reflect

A silent cold heart

Not even a full person

Only a part.

 

It seems to be plotting

To wipe out it's foes

What that plot is

Only God knows.

 

There's a creature inside

I can see it in its eyes

It's breaking the bars

Leading to the cage's demise.

 

"Don't fight me,"

It says.

"I'm helping you,

Can't you see?"

 

Its face full of shame

And we know it's true

It done with the game

The good times are through.

 

This isn't a

Reflection that I see

But only the truth

Of what's inside of me. 

 

But my eyes won't let go

They're staring it down

It's trying to turn

My smile to a frown.

 

I continue to lie

To myself in my mind

"This isn't me,

It's not what I'll find."

 

It doesn't make

Why the mirror reflects

A lie to my eyes

And I do not fret

 

I should be fearful

Of what is inside

Of this person I call "me"

All those people who've lied.

 

They say I'm

Kind and polite,

A good person,

I have inner light.

 

How wrong they are

The mirror it tells

Me the sad truth

That rings like church bells.

 

Loud and clear

The message screams

I'm not who I am

I'm filled with fiends.

 

But silently

In my mind

I thank it

For finding its find.

 

But one thing is a true,

And that is the scare

It speaks only one word:

Beware.

 

And though I may try

To rid myself

Of this lie,

It is still there.

 

You may think I'm kidding,

It's only a joke,

But you think wrong

As the truth chokes.

 

I've run out of luck

With no clovers or horseshoes,

The creature is wining

And I'm sure to lose

 

But I will keep fighting

Because I know

Around me, candles lighting

And they show

 

The good and the world

Which I was so blind

To notice before,

I was trapped in my mind.

 

A mirror is a strange thing

An object like no other

So I take a deep breath

And pull off the cover.

Another Poem by S. Matthews

Despite Defeat

 

I checked my heart

And it still beats,

My life goes on,

Despite defeat.

 

You may push me down,

Kick mud in my face,

I really don't care,

It's not a disgrace.

 

You may taunt me to insanity,

And make me dread,

Waking each morning,

And rolling out of bed,

But I don't care.

 

It's not easy,

I know that's true,

But I'll hold on,

And fight it through.

 

You can't hold me down

With chains or rope,

You can't make me cry,

Moan and mope.

 

You may make me scream,

To heavens up high,

"Why me, oh Lord,

Why I?!"

 

You may make my anger rise up,

And cause me to boil,

But I don't care,

My friends are loyal.
 

A Poem by James Iomet

Birds


If the Fire could talk it would brag about;
It's destructive power and nature.

If the Water could talk it would brag about;
The people and places that it has seen.

If the Wind could talk it would brag about;
It's boundless freedom to roam the world.

If the Earth could talk it would brag about;
It's hardness and invincibility.

If the Birds could talk they would brag about;
Their ability to soar through the fire;
Their ability to fly over the water;
It's ability to rest above the earth;
And their ability to go throughout the wind.

For birds, yes birds, were designed to be
The most perfect
And most hated creatures
Of all time.
 

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Five More Poems by James Iomet

If

If is a question; that is so far true

 

If is a statement; that is true too

 

If is a compromise between You and I

 

If is going in until both are satisfied

 

If is going to do great things

 

If is going to take away all the pains

 

If can take you to the future and let you see

 

If can take you where you want to be

 

If you want to see what you can do

 

If you want to I can too

 

If you are all you are

 

If you care all you care

 

If one word and do so much

 

Then that one word can change the world

 

 

 

 

Puppy Love

My heart beats to the sound of 1,000 drums

That only I can hear

And it’s lovely

Oh so lovely

 

My heart beats to the sound of eternal joy

That only I can feel

And it’s lovely

Oh so lovely

 

My love runs deeper than a thousand miles

For you

And it’s lovely

Oh so lovely

 

My love for you runs wild like a river

And it’s all for you, my sweet

 

My love come and run away to a place that I know well

It’s waiting there for you

It’s my sweet and lovely place

 

If you could hear what I hear

If you could see what I see

and if you could feel what I feel

you’d know it’s lovely

it’s oh so lovely

and it’s all for you

my love

 

And it’s for you

And it’s coming to an end right now

So join me there now

 

 

 

The Great Let Down

The drum sound and all hope is lost,

The score is overwhelmingly high,

 

If they want to win they have to pull a miracle,

If they want to win they have to try harder,

 

But they don’t because they know its useless,

But they don’t because they have nothing to try with,

 

And in the end they will lose the game,

And in the end they will be saddened for only a moment,

 

Because like all things time will heal their wounds,

Because there will be bigger disappointments than this,

 

They will look back at this and realize the sun is still shining,

They will look back at this and not remember the distaste in their hearts,

 

Because next time they will be ready for what is just around the bin,

For in everybody else’s eyes they are winners for stepping up and taking the challenge,

For doing what no one else dared to do;

They faced the giant

 

 

Life’s Lightning

For ages people have been afraid of lightning,

Just as they have been afraid of life,

 

You see life is sometimes lightning,

Just as a cloud is like its egg,

 

For when lightning strikes in the sky,

It must first escape its egg,

 

The egg cracks,

The lightning strikes,

 

And for one instant,

All fear is gone,

 

The beauty of the jade green in the sky,

Is the substance of one joyful moment in your life,

 

But first you must escape your egg,

The trials in your life,

 

Just as lightning,

Escapes its egg,

 

When you emerge as an adult,

Remember your jade green times,

 

Are always waiting for you,

Just around the corner

 

 

 

 

The Beat

 

Speed is fast, volume is low

Then we switch the speed and the volume

A pause in the movement confuses us all

But they don’t know or care.

 

All they know is that in the end

They will be applauded for their efforts

And they will be applauded for their practice

And the time they put into their performance.

 

They stand and the audience roars with approval

Of the performance they have just seen

Hands and tongues roar with glee and approval

And all they can do is leave and prepare for

 

                                                            The Beat.

 

The next day continues the same

More people and faces are so unfamiliar

But they don’t care about that

All they care about is playing

 

So they beat the drums with hands unstopping

As they play until their hearts content within them

And the faces that are so unfamiliar leave an impression on them

And their hearts are glad and the lights go out at the end of

 

                                                            The Beat

 

A poem by the Gentle Warrior

What Was Lost in Sorrow

 

Smolder Ash and Fire Burn
A Day Like No Tomorrow
For in the End we all must turn
To what was lost in Sorrow

Those Forbidden Memories
of days before The Loss
have reminded me to see
beyond your eyes' white gloss

I remember standing there
holding hands - forever
never had I thought you'd leave
and say your love was never

I wanted you to stay with me
like you promised you would
I never broke my promise, see?
I never thought I should

still, you go on continuing
like it never happened
like the love you said you felt
had all just been a dream

So I'm still standing - dreaming
about a bright tomorrow
hoping you'd return to me
what was lost, in Sorrow


(E-mail the Gentle Warrior at cheese22822@hotmail.com )

Another Poem from the Chicken Nugget Princess

 
I have within my reach
Something beautiful and rare
I make sure to keep it in my sight
For to lose it would bring despair
 
I have within my grasp
Something many wish to find
But I will not hold too tightly
For I know in heart and mind
That if I try too hard to tether it
It may leave me behind
 
So I'll hold it in my heart
'Till it's time to set it free
And I'll try my best to trust
That it comes back to me
For I know I'll never find a glove
That fits this perfectly

Three Poems by tiffaberry

Roses of my mind

 

I sit by the mirrored clouds

And watch the soft white cotton puffs drift by.

When I reach to touch one

My finger ripples the sky below me.

Before it can return a gentle breeze comes through.

The nature around me unburdens my mind.

The clutter of the day rides away on the wind.

My mind drifts into darkness

Before long a path lined with roses is illuminated

Each scarlet rose taking time to bloom

Then they fade away.

One holds its flower strong.

I wish I could pick it

Saving it for another day,

But the thorns would prick my hands,

The pain would drip out.

No that flower will not be taken

And I can not save it for another day,

But I tease myself with possibilities

As I brush my fingers against its silky petals.

Then with the slightest prick

I am reminded to look

That is when I realize all the thorns

And know why it is not to be picked.

 

 

Lady Isabella

 

She is my black dog

With a white gown on her neck

She is my friend

With four feathered legs.

She comforts me when tears stream out

And plays games when laughter takes over.

 

I sit by a playful stream

And remember when my eternal puppy

Would turn into a lanky rat.

Her body dissolving into the wetness

But after only a few shivering shakes

Her fur would once again fool the eye.

 

I gently smile and return to the present.

Where my once child like dog

Barks into the shadows.

She barks at the gates of the after life.

It is a time when

Her eyes only see memories.

Her ears only hear thoughts

 And she is lost in her own world,

Slowly fading from ours.

 

 

The Sea

 

I lay in the sea of my bed.

Tangled in the seaweed blankets,

My mind is pulled by the tides.

 

The mermaids of my dreams

Tickle my spine and mind,

As I gasp and grab

At the starry night air.

 

A star brushes my mind

And it gently takes the day away.

I am alone with the mermaids,

No trolls or ogres of reality keeping me with them.

I smell the creamy dreams taking over,

I feel the fleece blanket of love cover me,

I hear the melody of my heart,

And I swim into my dream.

 

A Poem by xpinkxnxgreenx

Between The Lines
 
Somewhere between the drama and fights
The parties and long nights
Taking chances,
And crazy romances.
 
Somewhere between making new friends,
And tying up loose ends,
Broken promises and mistrust,
And being enraptured in lust.
 
Somewhere between countless lies,
And infinite cries.
Endless classes,
And pointless hall passes.
 
Somewhere between each dreaded test,
And the pressure to be the best.
The overwhelming panic before pop quizzes,
And strong envy toward brain whizzes.
 
Somewhere between the procrastination,
And peer temptation.
Kodak shots to never forget,
And living without regret.
 
Somewhere between my years in high school,
I have simply discovered me.

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A Poem by Adesaria

He asks me who I am
And it's such a simple question
But I don't know the answer anymore.

I've lost myself somewhere
In the threads of half-buried memories
I feel like I'm half in and half out of a door

Caught just inbetween
Knowing and too scared to try to see
Who I am inside
What is wrong with me?

You ask me my opinion
On such a little thing
Like a color, or the sun, or on a word

And yet, I can't answer
Because I just don't know
And yet I want my feelings to be heard

I'm stuck inside this hole
Of not knowing myself,
my reflection knows more of me
than I can say I do

You want to help me out
You reach forward, hold out your hand
But I can't take it
Because I don't understand...
I want to come fly with you
But I'm too afraid to fall...

I don't understand myself --

At all...

Another Poem by Tutlens

Foreversong

 

 

I wrote a story to fill the world

And the time it was once upon

Was a peaked glimmer that twirled and twirled

While the stars forever sang on

 

And while the stars so long did sing

So far their twinkling twirled

The time, its end, it could not bring

Its wrath upon my world

 

So long as sundry thoughts unfurl

So goes my song, my story, my world

 

Another Poem by Adesaria

There wasn't much to say
And even less to do
When those tears sprang to his eyes
as he spoke the truth
Of a bitter, lonely past
And all those countless nights
where all he had left to his name
Were those awful fights
And in those darkest hours
and in those shadowed years
haunted by the stabbing regrets
and those wide-eyed fears
The times he saw his world go black
and all fun fade to grey
And all the fleeting joys would flash
Then their light would fade away
And as he wandered, slowly
He bumped on into her
Another stranger on his path
In a darkened world
And as they walked together
They were not alone
The bonds intertwined
And grew on their own
As they began to trust
The light grew for them again
And as they stepped through it
-- Together --
Life began again

Two Poems by Lord Poopypants of the Chicken Nugget Kingdom

Haiku

To you my mind goes,
When thoughts of joy have faded,
And lo, they return.

 

Poem

I write to you,
Even as I think;
That there are no words,
To show that i speak true,
In saying that the options shrink,
Whilst I wonder what Ive heard,
To describe what i feel for you.

And thus I come to one,
Which causes men, their hearts to move,
And others still, their feet to run,
This word is what i feel,
The only word is Love.

Another Poem by Tiffaberry

Falling

 

I live my life
for no regrets
but what if
the one thing that I regret
is never falling for you

Every day my life changes
and every day I say
'I have time'
but what if
time flies by
and I never fall for you

today is not the time
so we will have heart break
and there will be tears
but when it is our time
I will completely fall for you

 

 

 

The End

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