very nice, wild rose!! you have such talent!

thanks (and as for talent Narnian_Archer......lets just agree to disagree )

Here's one I wrote just yesterday, I wrote it for my friend who's birthday is today, I thought I'd share it here too )

On Your Birthday
Your birthday comes but once a year
Your 14 birthday, once in your life
And may it be a blessed day
Filled with joy and warmth and light

I pray God will bless this day
And will bless your coming year
I pray your wishes will comes true
Have a joyful birthday, my dear

(it lacks a bit in rhythm )

I think I just discovered my favorite poem. Apart from Tolkien's, of course.

Anyone ever heard of Billy Collins? He was the poet laureate for the US back in 2001-2. I found his poem "The Names" in my literature book and wrote a paper on it.

http://www.billy-collins.com/2005/06/the_names_billy.html

"Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night.
A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,
And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows,
I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened,
Then Baxter and Calabro,
Davis and Eberling, names falling into place
As droplets fell through the dark.
Names printed on the ceiling of the night.
Names slipping around a watery bend.
Twenty-six willows on the banks of a stream.

In the morning, I walked out barefoot
Among thousands of flowers
Heavy with dew like the eyes of tears,
And each had a name --
Fiori inscribed on a yellow petal
Then Gonzalez and Han, Ishikawa and Jenkins.
Names written in the air
And stitched into the cloth of the day. "

First part of it.

Collins wrote it as a memorial for the September 11 victims. The mental pictures the poem brings to mind are just gorgeous.

I have not written any poetry in 2011, which is really sad. Just nothing's come to me . .

Loved your poem WildRose. Very sweet and lovely I'll have to dig up some of my old poetry that I wrote in college. Wasn't very good at it, but I still enjoyed writing it

thank you Lucy85, I'm so glad you liked it, I'd love to read some of your poetry
I'm sorry you haven't written anything Elanor, I've only witten one poem in 2011....oh no wait two, but the other one is very long so I'm not sure how to share it because it's too long to post I hope you will be able to write soon, I really love you poetry

Aw, thanks so much, Wild Rose! I love your poetry too!

Here's a poem I wrote a couple months ago, I had to edit/censor a couple of lines to keep in line with the forum's rooms, but I think it's still coherent:

It’s not as if I’m used to this prosperity
Of emotions and self animosity.
How can I ignore the ever-present stare
And fail to notice I was just there?
Never been used to dealing with pain;
Numbness was all I had not undeniably in vain.

So cold outside and in my own self,
It’s like every failure is displayed on the highest shelf.
But I’m not ready to deal with you
Heck, I can barely deal with my own condition.
My soul forgot if it’s alive, where’s the mortician?
It’s gone, the pain has left, the wind swept through.

Struck against the bottom of a waiting ocean reef,
Once again pain has become, for pain itself, a thief.
Addicts, we think of what matters just to us,
Turn against our closest friends with no reason to fuss.
I tried to put away – oh, its calling, a year all in vain.
Listen, can you hear it calling? Desire from my very vein!

Look here! It’s all the same!
No love, hurt or even shame –
Running in circles, running in place
It’s all the same, only fools try to race!
Where’s the feeling? Is it gone? I can’t find it!
Take your cause, your passion, it’s all !

Pity the pauper, more so pity the lord.
Pity the pacifist, yet pity also the sword.
Pity the lover, pity the activist,
Pity the indifferent, but above all pity the rest,
Sip your drink and wrap up in your shawl.
As you pity pray, pray above all:
Pray that you will never, never fall victim to this call.

Quick wit, cleverness, ease of thought. It’s not a gift it’s a curse;
You’re left with yourself.

Oh my, Andrew. That's stunning. You have a real gift.
I wrote my first 2011 poem finally - but it's really more of a song (I even have a piano part, which I'm so happy about), so it doesn't look good on "paper".

Wow Andrew, that was great, but a little depressing.
Here's one I wrote last night, I really hope it's not offensive.

I cannot bear the sound of you being alive
Your whisper next to me hurts my delicate ears, like the creaking of a door in the middle of a black night in October.
Please, be silent, and let the air from the open windows surround us in this barren wilderness.
Your breathing next to me hurts my fragile chest, like the weight of your memories I carry around inside me
And it’s making my head pound.
Please, stop breathing, and let the smell of soft green earth surround us in this solemn grave.
The light of the sun hurts my sensitive eyes, like a miner trapped underground for years without the light of a candle for company.
Please, turn off the lights and close the blinds and be silent.
Please, don’t breathe next to me because I cannot bear the sound of you being alive and it’s bad enough that you’re happy in my dreams where the sunlight trickles down and we sit in the green grass.
Oh please, won’t you leave me alone.
Won’t you leave me alone already.

Thanks guys

Moonlight, that was a bit of a mean poem But I like it! It's a bit eery, great style, fun to read!

Andrew, wow I love your poem, great work
MoonlightDancer, it's a nice poem, perhaps a little mean, but it's written very well, great job

seeing that at last spring is starting to make a slow comeback, I thought I'd post a poem I wrote ages back (I was 13 I believe), I wrote it when I was still just experimenting with poetry, so it's not really all that good, but I like it none the less. It may not be written very grammatically correct, sorry about that, I'm Russian, and I may fix it up someday

The First Day of Spring
I opened my eyes one morn
And a beautiful suprise awaited me
For instead of winters scorn
It was the first day of Spring

The snow was still on the ground
But patches of green could be seen
And that beautiful smell was around
The smell of the first day of Spring

New life will soon be about
Though for now, it I can not see
But that is no reason to pout
On the first day of Spring

Soon trees leaves will bear
And grass will be green as green
But for now I am content to stare
At the first day of spring

I love your poem Wild Rose and it's wonderful. The great thing about poetry is that it's ok if it's not grammatically correct. It's your poem and can be anything you want it to be I learned this from a very wise college writing teacher

Thank you, wild rose And great job on your poem as well! It reminded me of the first day of spring after 100 years in Narnia

Wild Rose - excellent, sweet, lovely poem! I love it! *hugs*
MoonlightDancer - wow. That's scary. But very well written!

Here's a random chorus I wrote yesterday.

And all this time I kept thinking it was the cold that got me down
And when the sun came back I'd make another start
But I've realized it doesn't matter what the weather is outside
Cause it's May, and it's still Winter in my Heart.