So who writes poems?

[stephys_fluffybutts]

Wow those are really great! I am glad someelse shares my interest in poem writing

Crazy that sounds like it could be an awsome song

 

[that_crazy_lady]

I thought that too

 

[Nana2KJS]

My dad wrote a lot. I write here and there. I wrote his epitaph shortly after losing him:

E're night encroaches stealing time -
The writer yearns for one last line -
For with the poet dies the rhyme.

 

[Nana2KJS]

My sister has a Christmas theme for her shop every year. Last year she asked her customers to help her and they "donated" old pieces of jewelry to decorate her tree. I wrote this one for her, to go with a crystal heart that I shared with her.

Deep inside the heart of Christmas
Lives a joy the Christ-Child brings.
Of His birth the world rejoices:
Glory to the newborn King!

From afar fine gifts were carried
Humbly offered to the boy.
Thus was born the art of giving -
Sharing love through Christmas Joy.

Holding with this long tradition -
Lessons from the wise men, three -
Treasured jewels and gems of friendship
Gracefully adorn our tree.

 

[Nana2KJS]

And here's the song I wrote when we knew the cancer was winning and we couldn't really do any more for my dad:

The One Thing I Can Do

I can let you go ...
with a song and a piece of my heart is missing.
I can let you go ...
with a prayer and I know that the Lord is listening

May he once again be whole ...
No sorrow in his soul.

Lift him up on angel's wings ...
In His heavenly choir he'll sing.

Hold him gently in Your Hands ...
Please take care of this fine man.

And I will let you go ......
with a song ... and a piece of my heart.

 

[chickenbottom]

i use to write poems but that was during my great depression so they arnt good to post on here lol

 

[Nana2KJS]

I believe that some of the best works arise from one's deepest pathos.

 

[that_crazy_lady]

WOW tammy you are very gifted.

I wrote a lot of my poems when I was in a dark mood, I'm not ready to share those yet though

 

[Nana2KJS]

Thanks - writing is a way to get past things sometimes. I think I posted this here once before, but I'll share it again and then let someone else keep this thread going.

Though riddled with cancer, my dad finally gave up the anti-everything drugs that had so addled his brain. His thoughts were clear for the first time in months. Ten days before he died, he and I wrote our only poem together; I started it, he finished.

Of Two Hearts

A poem is born of wordless art
wrapped faintly ‘round its bearer’s heart.

He contemplates how best to share
the feelings gently pulsing there.

‘Neath jumbled words and scattered rhyme
his heart beats metronomic time.

As life then flows from heart to hand
the poet pens his verse again.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

This heart that yearns to share its verse
finds that it has a soul to nurse -
that needs its message put to pen.

Thus art, once wordless, strongly speaks -
It comes to life with eager peaks
and shares its author’s heart again.

 

[dlhunicorn]

> I was asked to compose "lyrics" suitable for a composition a friend was composing (I was in last year of art school and he and Ingrid had just completed their conservatory and were doing chamber concert tours) when he first started composing (he had a vague idea of what he wanted musically and could find no prose to use for it)..I do not recall the original publisher (nor where Jean has it copyrighted) but I found this (no text and I am not submitting it to the site below as it is available in sheet music )
http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/assemble_texts.html?SongCycleId=2918

performed in several countries Sevriens/Kappelle:
http://www.xs4all.nl/~sopraan/repertoire-type.htm#top

Both Sevriens and Kappelle are professors at conservatoriums now (Jean in Germany)... it was fun... we were young.... LOL
Diana