Sunday, August 12, 2007

Group Poem

Hello poets,

Hope the creating is going well for all of you these days. I thought I would start another group poem as it gives our site a way to be interactive.

Add lines to this poem and I will link to you within the body of this post.


Midnight Hour by PWB poets

He didn't ask for
forgiveness.
Didn't talk about regrets.
Wouldn't think about the morning;
it wasn't here yet.


Words spoken in haste;
Daggers hurled with intent.
Eternal damage inflicted,
But only temporarily meant.

a twisting tale of whirling dream
sat spinning through his mind,
a veil of words
sewn delicately
a palm to hide behind.

Never knew, whats wrong,
never felt whats right
but, in the silence of his lonely dreams,
sometimes he cried.
He did run all his life,
he did fall sometimes...
but unforgiving was his heart
for gone day's crimes

there by the rags and the amputation
scavenging the shadow of the symbol
lives still the glow of his lost lantern
these are the lines of severance
a love letter sealed into the art
of the surgeon
the parts of him not here
fly like birds in an unrequited sky


This life takes leaving,
time unveils one more
unread book left on Life's shelf -

his weathered hand
on the old book
pauses,
as his fingertips
trace the delicate spine
he wonders
where the time went

He wouldn't think of trangressions,
wouldn't think about regrets,
or what may come in the dawning
that was not here yet.


His memories smudged among
the thin crevices of what is reality
and that which is sometimes not….
But now only too aware of the pace of time
He tries what he has not ever done
while he treads those withered hands on the book,
pauses now on something engraved deep, written in gold.
for all the words which broke heart a many,
& all his deeds, which struck'em misery
A tear silently wets his eye, as if
He now knew what's been lost,
his own truth engraved deep, written in gold


Lines 1-5 by Sara at The Shores of My Dreams

Lines 6-9 by Dan at Poetic Justice


Lines 10-14 by Absolutely Miles Away

Lines 15-22 by Soham Das

Lines 23-30 by Crimsonsonflaw

Lines 31-33 by Janet Leigh

Lines 34-40 by Autumn Moon

Lines 41-44 by Sara.

Lines 45-56 by Sarayu from Hues of Thought

14 comments:

Dan said...

Words spoken in haste;
Daggers hurled with intent.

Eternal damage inflicted,
But only temporarily meant.

writerwoman said...

Great lines, Dan.

Dan said...

Thanks for your kind words. I'm very new to the game; just a pup trying to run with the big dogs.

Lisa said...

Sara,

Thanks for stopping by my site and for your nice comments - I appreciate them. Your beginning lines are terrific.

Dan,

Those definitely aren't the lines of a pup! Very nice.

miles away said...

a twisting tale of whirling dream
sat spinning through his mind,

a veil of words
sewn delicately
a palm to hide behind.

Soham Das said...

Never knew, whats wrong,
never felt whats right
but, in the silence of his lonely dreams,
sometimes he cried.

He did run all his life,
he did fall sometimes...
but unforgiving was his heart
for gone day's crimes


Soham Das
www.soulwitness.wordpress.com

crimsonflaw said...

there by the rags and the amputation
scavenging the shadow of the symbol
lives still the glow of his lost lantern
these are the lines of severance
a love letter sealed into the art
of the surgeon
the parts of him not here
fly like birds in an unrequited sky

Anonymous said...

This life takes leaving,
time unveils one more
unread book left on Life's shelf -



http://janetleigh.wordpress.com

writerwoman said...

Very strong lines, Janet.


Welcome to PWB.


Sara

Anonymous said...

Thank you, writerwoman, and I'm glad I stumbled upon your blog; it's a great place and I hope to learn more about the poets who frequent PWB.


http://janetleigh.wordpress.com

autumnmoon said...

His weathered hand
on the old book
pauses
as his fingertips
trace the delicate spine
he wonders
where the time went

DreamCatcher said...

sara


one of the fantastic poem composed..loved it

Voice from the void said...

Squalid residence
Drab and broken
Dirt crawled along the floor
The smell outdid itself with rank
The bedroom contained one bed
Sagging
Damp
Well-used and stained
Mould blackened her walls
Age seamed her creases
Dug around her eyes
The life etched hard
Embedded soul-deep
Within her hollow emptiness

writerwoman said...

To voice from a void,

So sorry. I meant to close the comments on this poem because it is completed. I hope it is all right with you if I use your lines to begin a new group poem.

Your blog manager,

Sara