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Poetry Corner its your turn

Mrs Langtrees

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Have you got a favourite poem to share with us?
The only one I have I wrote as a child and is more revelant today.

Who am I?
Where am I at?
Where am I going?
And will I be back.

Just this week I had a email from New-Zealand and it was from my 2nd boyfriend when I was 14 years of age.He thought I was a lot older sweet sixteen at least.I wonder what he looks like now.I'll find out next time I'm back in New-Zealand about March I think..have a school reunion for my old primary school.
 
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DDxxx

Here is one of the poems I wrote when I was young & totally in love .......

You entered my life in a casual way,
and saw at a glance what I needed.
There were others who met me or passed me each day
but never a one of them heeded.
Perhaps it was because you think of others more,
or chance simply seemed to decree it....
I know there were many such chances before:
but the others - well, they didn't see it.
You said just the things I wished you would say -
& you made me believe that you meant it.
I held my head up in a gallant way
& resolved you would never regret it.
There are times when encouragement means such alot,
& a word is enough to convey it...
there were others who could have, as easy as not -
but just the same, they didn't say it.
There may have been someone who could have done more,
help me along, though I doubt it
What I needed was caring, and -
as always before, they had let me plot onward without it.
You helped to refashion the dream of my heart,
& made me turn eagerly to it.
There were others who might have (I question that part!)
- but after all, they did not do it.
 
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DDxxx

Wrote this poem while sitting at a beach ..... when I was dreaming of a guy I had the hots for...............


Once I watched a sunset, a sight so rare to see ......
there were thoughts flowing inside my mind -
thoughts of one ever so dear to me.

Around birds sung sweet soft songs, mingled with a symphony of rustling leaves;
And in passing clouds I saw your face,
your lips kissed every breeze ............

For a moment I was lost in complete reverie - then shadowed by darkness,
The magical spell
the sunset held
had slipped away from me.

ahhh ... how good it is remember............
 
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DDxxx

Oh dear......
I remember writing these when I was broken hearted.....


Lost Love...

I feel quite alone in the world
my future looks bleak and cold

Emptyness.

For mine is a jigsaw of love
with lost pieces.




Goodbye....

my heart's a rock
that burdens my ship
as it leaves the harbour of yesterday
to sail uncharted seas
and snatches me to the lonely shores of tomorrow


......that has left me melancholy...
 
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DDxxx

Now Maryanne, you have opened Pandora's Box.........
I have another poem to share. Memories made with the first boyfriend are just that extra special & somehow almost magical -----



The moments were sweet and simple,
the times we used to share.
Doing the things that seemed important
to us; though no one cared.

Climbing a high mountian to see
a cool crystal waterfall.
Walking along golden beaches
to watch the red sun fall.

Or gazing at mere clouds that formed
figures in the sky:
And at the cold white midnight moon
with stars glimmering close by.

Precious and short was the interlude
of our treasured happiness:
And all these cherished memories
makes such a touching past.



............. I was all of 17 when I wrote this .... its childish, I know but ahhhh the sweet memories of holding hands and stolen kisses.......
 
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Mrs Langtrees

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They weren't childish they were lovely put a nice feeling in my heart reading your poetry Didi thanks for sharing with us I think a lot of people will get pleasure reading them.Bye the way wanted to phone you and say thanks you are a wonderful person Didi and make life a pleasure for all your friends.Love Mary-Anne
 
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DDxxx

Your message is very much appreciated ..... as is your friendship.

My mission these days is to make it a habit to give -
whether it is of myself, my time, a word of encouragement or a listening ear.

For the richness of life is really one's friends..who accept you, warts & all, with your weaknesses & your strenghts.
Thanks for seeing the best in me!!!

Warm Hugs always.... DD xxx
 
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lana

I think DDxx you should write a book for the world to read!!

They a wonderful!!

Lana
 
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perthminx

I thought they were all very lovely. You should be proud that you have such talent
 
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longhornjoe

Hi DD :love2: xxx

You are an incurable romatic DD. No matter that you pretend otherwise.

Longhorn xxx :walk:
 
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keith

LP's
Ladies Playground, so secluded
What a place to be, included.
Where you can cavort and unwind
Getting all your senses totally free,

Erotic, sensual, delightful
So wild, sexy, oh so tantric,
Where you can see quite an eyeful
And share with lover's so frantic,

There is our hot and sexy sauna
Where naked you can share
Uninhibited pleasure and fun,
Sexy scenes, to be seen everywhere,

What a place this is to discover
And share a raunchy scene or two,
Of untamed encounters, with new lovers,
Or even to eat a hungry cockatwo!

Ladies pleasure, the best place to be
When you want wander and explore
The real sexy woman, you need to be
Enjoying Orgasms, two, three or more!!

KEITH
 
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DDxxx

Quite clever Keith.

Maybe we should take one of our favourite songs & write lyrics about LP's, & than we will
have a club song.....
what do you think Keith?
DD xxx :love7:
 

Senile

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mindful eyes set upon us
like shepherds watching sheep
spirits of unweilding pleasure
men of cumbersome stature stare

beings of immoral nature
preserve that hate of love
soulful plentitude
believe in yourself

addictions of the mind
kill the outer body
colourful eyes look
blank minds affix on beauty
beauty on the outer
ugly in the heart

peaceful thoughts begin to wander
holiness begins to fade
disposition holds on
horrid thoughts set in

crawling on the floor
not knowing what to do
giving them my whole life
nothing is ever true

mindful eyes set upon us
like shepherds watching sheep
keeping us
never setting us free

Copyright Random Suitors [2004]
 
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perth_lush

FRIENDSHIP

Friendship is a priceless gift
That cannot be bought or sold
But it's value is far greater
Than a mountain made of gold
For gold is cold and lifeless
It can neither see nor hear
And in the time of trouble
It is powerless to cheer
It has no ears to listen
No heart to understand
It cannot bring you comfort
Or reach out a helping hand
So when you ask GOD for a gift
Be thankful if he sends
Not diamonds, pearls or riches
But the LOVE OF REAL TRUE FRIENDS.....

Never be affraid of having only a few close friends, True friends are the ones that will always catch you when you fall......

Lush
 
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DDxxx

[quote author=perth_lush link=topic=234.msg2257#msg2257 date=1102410908]

Never be afraid of having only a few close friends, True friends are the ones that will always catch you when you fall......

Lush
[/quote]

....remember most of us can only count our TRUE friends just on our hands!...........& that is if we are
lucky!!! :)
 
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Mary Anne PA

So when you ask GOD for a gift
Be thankful if he sends
Not diamonds, pearls or riches
But the LOVE OF REAL TRUE FRIENDS.....

Never be affraid of having only a few close friends, True friends are the ones that will always catch you when you fall......

Lush


Beautiful Lush, and well said..... sometimes we go through life so fast we dont stop and smell the cofee, nor see what is truely around us.
 

kim of kal

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They were very nice DDxx. You do have a lot of talent.
I was going to put one of my own poems that I wrote about 4 years ago but I think it can wait just one more day, as it is nearly time for me to go home and get some sleep.
kim of kal
xx
 
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smege

upon my life i do breath
upon my life i do see
upon my life i don't care
upon my life i wish i was dead

now your there
now your here
now your gone
now your dust

my i wish it had been me
my i wish you lived
now i go
now i will see you again

sorry if it's a bit dark ppl but somtimes life can be like that and no i'm not sucidal just esentric LOL
 
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smege

ok i've writtern a quick poam to umm a wonderfull vampire :) Lana

Vampiric

your life was solid
now just vapor
your breath was real
now just mist
your heart beat for me
now mine beats for you
take my life my breath my heart
but never my soul

for lana the mistress of vampires
Paul c
 
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{slavegirl}

ok this is dark and was written many years ago, but i thought i would share it..
i think it speaks for itself in as much as what it is about..


No Shame


You tell me you love me , yet don't know the word
Tell me to speak out , yet I've never been heard
In silence i sit , completely broken and battered
My life's hopes and dreams all beaten and shattered
I have my face but derive no name
My head droops down in fear and shame
You finally destroyed the person i was born
Left a bleeding heart fully tattered and torn
There's no new horizon, no daylight, no sun
A fear so imbedded that from life i run
You sit back now with a smile on your face
Thinking you've won when your the disgrace
Your smugness hides a mountain of shame
For without me there's no longer a game
You claim to be the player and me the pawn
But it's me who wakens everyday at dawn
With a conscience free of guilt yet not of pain
But today i make my stand and my name i reclaim
This may be a molehill in a mountain of things
But you can only dream of the elation it brings..
 
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{slavegirl}

i did indeed write that minx..it goes back to the bad relationship i mentioned to you earlier..this was contained in an envelope i left on the table when i walked out after 8 years of abuse...
 

kim of kal

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All the poems here are so wonderful :)
So I will take a chance and post mine.

I try and look at your photos
But as I do the tears come flooding down.
The pain I feel is so intense, so lost, alone and imcomplete
As I held you, I didn't want to let you go,
But then you were taken from my arms.
At night when the stars are shinning bright
I look up, there is one star that shines brightest of all,
I know deep in my heart that it is you, looking down on me.
My heart is still as broken, as it was that tragic day
Though not even a year has passed
I'll love you each and every day.
And if I had just one wish,
I would'nt think, not for one second
I'd ask to see your sweet smiling face,
To hold you in my arms one more time, my sweet loving son.
You're locked deep within my soul, and etched into my heart.
And when the time is right, my little one
I'll hold you in my arms once more and never let you go.
So I wait for it to be my time, to leave this world of pain,
Then together again we shall be for always.

Kim of Kal
xx
 
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{slavegirl}

Just something i wrote one night when i couldn't sleep,it isn't poetry as such but i thought i would share it...

A Paws Imprint..

listens the primal pounding of her lioness heart like the tribal drumbeats that waft through the african skies at night, marking the onset of the tribalmens own primitive urges
her heart stops momentarily and silence falls upon her and the night skies that surround her
her mind races with the unknown, her hearts desires flash before her eyes, as the drumbeats begin once again to beat a lowly sound
this time the rhythm is deeper within her soul, she cries out but her scream drifts across the air like the summer winds that blow across the sarengeti
she feels her heart pounding inside her, her blood rushing , like that of a goat about to be offered for sacrifice
she doesn't run she doesnt move she stands quietly still awaiting the spear..the spear of knowledge, of want, of need and of desire
as the lowly dreambeat picks up it's distance pace, her heartrate matches it's every low tone
she begins to dance but does not move, her soul is dancing, her spirit is moving to the sound she is hearing deep within herself
the sting of the spear moves her not, for she is entranced by the sounds and the sensations that course through her body
warm blood oozes from her body as her desires spill out into the open for all to see
while the blood begins to dry the drumbeat slowly ebbs into the night....leaving her
naked and bereft of any inhibitions her mind and body is freed in that moment...
the dried blood upon her body marks a kill, not of a beast, but of all her fears
standing as motionless as the tribesmen do before a kill,the sounds of the night now encompass her
as her thoughts now wash over her like the torrential water of victoria falls
she is cleansed, she is at peace within herself as she stands naked in the african night
the distance roars of lions kill breaks into the silence she is encased in
and she softly purrs within herself knowing that she belongs...
 
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Mary Anne PA

you guys just rock.. beautiful pieces they are.. just beautiful
 
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minimel

in the night he came
dark mysterious brooding
and left with a kiss

meh... attempt at haiku
 

Senile

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Show me a sign that I never knew existed
Tear to the eye that's open wide
My shadow is fading
My only choice is made
Sadness by myself.
 
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