Member Poetry, Submissions and criticism

I don't know about anyone else, but I am an avid reader and writer of poetry. I have to say in all honesty, I was awakened this morning by a poem in my head, that wouldn't get out of my head unless i wrote it down.

So if anyone else has similar Interests, please join me here.

I Guess I'll start with my own. It sounds bad but really is not so bad.... Thoughts?

I'm calling this 'On the edge of nothingness'
(With apologies to Trent Reznor)
I hurt myself today
to know that i'm still real
the pain focuses me
To see whom i really am

The pain becomes cathartic
Catharsis disappears
But not without the feeling
Of knowing who I am.

On the edge of nothingness
We untimately understand
The meaning of it all
Then we start to heal

The pain is nothing really
a catalyst for change.
So while we look for joy in life
We also seek the hurt.

-senrik 8/8/2003

Ok before anyone gets depressed, the poem is about how pain, like it or not helps us...

Where is Everybody?

Where is everybody
Eyes and minds looking elsewhere
seeing small slices of life
But thinking thats all there is

Where is everybody?
I'm searching everywhere
For signs of life
and a friendly face.

Where is everybody?
Are they lost in their worlds?
What is left for us
if we ignore whats before us?

Where is everybody?
Where am I for that matter?
Or am I just as lost
as those I see around me?

~senrik 8/8/2003

Life's a journey, not a destination.

life's a journey, not a destination
As an acorn yearns to be a tree.
But a tree never takes a final form
Dropping leaves and branches
and death and renewal rebuild it.

Where are we going in our lives
are we preparing for the destination,
or simply packing for the journey.
Why waste time worrying about it
that elusive goal just out of reach
Life is a journey, not a destination
Pack lightly,.... and enjoy the trip

~senrik 8/8/2003

"A husband's lament"

Paying the bills
Making sure the car's OK
Piling more hours at work seems to
ease th money problems.
Facing tight deadlines
Eating right and excercise will keep us healthy,
but our wifes will still outlive us
More hours at work, more stress
Buy, build and rebilding the home.
Wake at dawn and work until you drop.
and have enough for the wife and kids.

WIFE AND KIDS???? I forgot.
Where did my children go?
they've all grown up without you.
but you did your best, you tried.

~senrik 8/8/2003

I took a trip a while ago
With some of my corhorts
And as I got there, we realized
I didn't pack my shorts.

It couldn't be all THAT bad,
I thought with waning glee
But there was always something else...
I forgot pants, you see.

Ok before I post this. Although this feels like a love poem, it really is not. Diana is the roman god of the hunt, sometimes attributed to the moon. All you Diana's out there, relax, I'm not wooing you)

the poem is about ambition.

Dear sweet Diana (the moon)

Dear sweet Diana (the moon)
I see your chariot across the heavens
and I wonder, are you lonely?

You are always out there, looking for me.
but I'm so smal down here.
You go looking high and low,
looking everywhere every month
But I'm here waiting for you
Let me bask in your moonlight
and reach out to touch you

Someday, when you are not looking
I'll be there, searching for you.

~senrik 8/8/2003

What is God?

What is god?
To me it is creation
And I have a funny relationship with him.
he's always waking me up to write things down
Like a dictation secretary.

What is god?
I ask women who really know
Since its in their nature to create
If god is creation,
then they are the high priestesses

What is god?
and how do we worship?
if god is creation then the best we can do....
... is create.

~senrik 8/8/2003

Quote:

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Originally Posted by boredouttamind

I took a trip a while ago
With some of my corhorts
And as I got there, we realized
I didn't pack my shorts.

It couldn't be all THAT bad,
I thought with waning glee
But there was always something else...
I forgot pants, you see.

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nice... quite witty.

Nice poetry Senrik, I'm always a fan of anyone who is brazen enough to reveal themselves to people via the written word.

There is a my art thread where a large number of people (including myself) shared such type of things. Perhaps you could join in there?

http://www.fansofrealitytv.com/forum...ad.php?t=10156