Amaryn's poems 2012

Hi folks!

Finally I have decided to open my own thread under the title "poetry" . I hope you enjoy& react



last night

last night she came
with a grin on her face
kicked me with her elbows
pushed me from my place
I waited and thought
let me watch the sky
soon she'll be gone
like a cloud passing by
last night I remembered
she shattered my brain
she laughed to annoy me
again and again
I felt like a lion
living in a zoo
walking backward and forward
not having a clue
last night heavy metal
broke in through the wall
no moments of silence
no, nothing at all
last night
I let water run over the skin
a fool grabbing emptiness
I just couldnot win



amaryn in company of miss Insomnia
3.10.2012

Oh that was really good dear, I enjoy it and can't wait for your other poems

Originally Posted by pinky_girl

Oh that was really good dear, I enjoy it and can't wait for your other poems

Kheyli mamnoon, Pinky! Hope you don't have to wait long!

Originally Posted by amaryn

Kheyli mamnoon, Pinky! Hope you don't have to wait long!

Me, too, amaryn!

"LAST NIGHT," written from your struggle with Miss Insomnia, is SO GOOD!! I would say superb! Why? Because each time I read it, I get more insomnia-angles out of it. The frustrator, aggravator, and tormentor is in every line, spoken concisely. I love this:

she laughed to annoy me
again and again
I felt like a lion
living in a zoo
walking backward and forward
not having a clue.

You write "LAST NIGHT" with an ease which betrays the torments of insomnia; yet all the elements are there, well-written, well conveyed; colorfully and artfully spoken. I am glad this particular poem is also on my thread, because I will read it over and over, and get more out of it each time! ****twinkle****

I will definitely be back to your thread, every time, for more poetry, my gallant Sir! So ... to work!! I can't wait for the next!

do you understand me


let's listen to records
I'll make some black tea
the windows are open
there's a view on the sea
the doorknob is broken
but we don't need a key
do you understand me?

let's use bodylanguage
will you show me your hands
there's no need to hurry
we are just making friends
the timeclock stands still
there's nowhere a fence
do you understand me?

when the heart of a lover
is broken in two
when the windows are broken
and there isn't a view
will you sit down beside me
drink a cuppa tea too?
if you understand me?


PS: I made a compositon
but here you can't hear it unfortunately.
Hopefully one of these days

wow did that really happen because that would be a living hell sent from the place of ashes of people, screams from empty soles, and the flame from the evil one who makes pain turn into suffering and soles turn empty to his suffering soles. -Emmy

Originally Posted by amaryn

Hi folks!

Finally I have decided to open my own thread under the title "poetry" . I hope you enjoy& react



last night

last night she came
with a grin on her face
kicked me with her elbows
pushed me from my place
I waited and thought
let me watch the sky
soon she'll be gone
like a cloud passing by
last night I remembered
she shattered my brain
she laughed to annoy me
again and again
I felt like a lion
living in a zoo
walking backward and forward
not having a clue
last night heavy metal
broke in through the wall
no moments of silence
no, nothing at all
last night
I let water run over the skin
a fool grabbing emptiness
I just couldnot win



amaryn in company of miss Insomnia
3.10.2012

lovely, I understand what you mean I got my heart broken not to long ago and now I am very sad, very lonely, and i am very weak. I am very strong now, thank you!

It did, emmy, how good of you to react and be honest! You know you're not alone Also good to read you feel very strong now. Hope this has helped you even a little more on the path to getting/feeling better again

she happened to be


she happened to be
always in her place
she happened to smash
a cake in my face
she happened to know
always what was best
she happened to store
my youth in her chest

now she has gone
but traces remain
I have to recover
I have to regain
the feeling
that I can decide on my own
the knowledge
that my heart
is not made of stone

I confirm: your heart is not made of stone <3

Originally Posted by amaryn

do you understand me


let's listen to records
I'll make some black tea
the windows are open
there's a view on the sea
the doorknob is broken
but we don't need a key
do you understand me?

let's use bodylanguage
will you show me your hands
there's no need to hurry
we are just making friends
the timeclock stands still
there's nowhere a fence
do you understand me?

when the heart of a lover
is broken in two
when the windows are broken
and there isn't a view
will you sit down beside me
drink a cuppa tea too?
if you understand me?


PS: I made a compositon
but here you can't hear it unfortunately.
Hopefully one of these days

Aaaaaand... I want to see it!

Very nice poems great job amaryn , i loved them all

She happened to be:it's about time I've read something with a sense of humor around here!This is wonderful,it put a smile on my face!Where have you been all my life?Your stuff is fantastic!Can't wait for more,I just wish you gave us more time between posts so folks could reply to each entry without having to use the Reply With Quote.Can't wait for your next post!

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

I think I understand and know I like this poem very much. Amaryn, it seems you have what I would call a "casual" way of speaking what you have to say; yet WHAT you say is not casual or incidental at all. It is specific to you and also left open enough to be specific to the reader. I like that! Does poetry come easy for you? I ask, because your first two poems seem so--at least your wording of them FEELS--so easy. Again, your wonderful command of the English language is a plus. I am not surprised at all that you compose in English rather than Dutch or Finnish (Finlandish--remember that joke?!) with a translation.

And might I add: DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? is very romantic?!


SHE HAPPENED TO BE

Doug seems to understand this poem very well. I asked myself, "Does the protagonist speak of his wife, who is now gone?" "Does he speak of his mother?" I am unsure. Do I still like the poem?--YES! Especially,

she happened to store
my youth in her chest

for the double-meaning of chest--the bosom and then I think of a "hope chest" or "cedar-chest" where valuable things are stored. The protagonist is finding his way through some conflict (am I correct?) in connection with this woman . . . though I don't know what it is. So it goes with poems--sometimes they are just as mysterious as classic novels. And you need only share what you wish to!!!

_ _ _ _ _

p.s. amaryn, I'm so glad you started your own poetry thread; I am pleased with it, much so! Also, only today did I realize that your first poem and one of my old poems had the same name--"LAST NIGHT"--although the themes are totally different!

She Happened To Be;
So good I had to say,"Great"one more time.This is going to hard to top,but I'm hoping you try!I come here daily to help put a smile on my face,Thank you again.

Hi amaryn, I just read your three poems, and I must tell you that I liked all of them, as our friends told you, hope you continue posting more good stuff like this and letting us enjoy your art. Thank you for sharing with us, this is going to be a succesfull thread, I want to read the next please.

observation


a curtain drawn in front of her face
wrongcoloured shoes chosen well out of place
the weatherman lying about summer to come
but I see a sky filled with clouds and no sun

streets crammed with people purchasing their dreams
hurrying forward in a frenzy it seems
traffic singing its own noisy tune
and all's gonna end far too soon

and you and I, where do we go?
love seems to treat us like puppets you know
whilst you want this and I want that
still happy enough that we've met.

Very good

through the bare shape of the trees
we see civilization
rising up into the sky
near the railwaystation

didn't say a word because
silence seemed enough
'till suddenly I heard you say:
did you say "love"?

in the nearby coffeebar
we read lines of sensation
filling newspapers each day
at the railwaystation

didn't really read that much
but it was quite enough
'coz suddenly I heard you say
did you say "love"?

grabbing a chair in emptiness
stepping on drifting sand
talking a language littered with words
no one can understand
loading things into a car
driving to no man's land
feelings reflecting emptiness
when there's no one who says
"I'm your friend"

guarding the moon in a chilly night
reaching a wall too high
locals answering what you ask for
with a sarcastic "why?"
zombies wrapped up in their own world
not greeting passers by
emotions whirling in restless peace
when there's no one who says:
"let me try"

helping a lady across the road
without feeling her hand
telling a stranger a long story
but not the one you meant
sitting alone in a restaurant
wondering where the others went
intentions in a chaotic mess
when there's no one who says
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