Author Topic: User Poems (Read 156607 times)

Graham · « **Reply #25 on:** September 08, 2011, 07:27:35 PM »

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Hi Graham-

Thank you for your comments and the criticism. First of all, that was a beautiful poem. As you can tell, I am not qualified to make any critique, so I will leave it at that :wink:

That's kind of you.

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My recent sorrows did not inspire this directly. Perhaps, I should have spent more time on it before posting? (It took me about 5-10 minutes or so) Regardless, I do enjoy reading poetry, and thought it may be nice to try it out. I will try your method of writing in prose first, and hopefully have some material to provide soon. It seems challenging, but I think enjoyable as well.

As beginners, we usually have to spend time on practice. Later on when we've internalised the practice we can write things more quickly. I hope the method works for you.

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Question: would it be okay, after satisfied with the amount of material written in prose, to combine both the "best parts of that" with something abstract? What I'm afraid of is someone not figuring out what I mean (by the use of metaphors).

Well, I think the rule of thumb is just to show more often than you tell. But I also think it can do injury to the poem to be fully aware of what you mean by it. That typically requires you to narrow it down artificially.

s2srea · « **Reply #26 on:** September 12, 2011, 04:10:36 PM »

The fingers of many roll the beads of the long chaplet along.
On any day, at any time, She can see.
Her faithful, unknowingly recite it together, by reciting apart;
They are uniformed to each other, more so than the grandest orchestra or band.
United in time and prayer without even knowing it; only the physical separates them.
But space is nothing, in the majesty of what it is they lift their minds to.
It is thought, amongst themselves, that intentions are unique;
But they might realize that they are much more similar than they are apart.
Unknowningly, they become siblings in faith.
Come brothers, battling for, and praying to, the Throne of Wisdom.
We becoming the fighting, through hide ourselves away from this world,
Separate our minds from rolling fingers; let us find refuge in her.

Vladimir · « **Reply #27 on:** July 30, 2012, 09:09:51 PM »

After several attempts at poetry in various languages that resulted in, to be nice, nothing more than maudlin garbage, I think finally after further practice and study of the poetry of the old masters, I have managed to turn out a few poems of some little competence.

Here is one that doesn't suffer too much in translation:

"Under the waning moon, the empty mountain is silent.
Lonely clouds vanish into utter darkness.
Somewhere rises up the sound of a zither
summoning with it an ancient melancholy.
Ten-thousand sorrows are born."

(translated from the Chinese)

Viva Cristo Rey · « **Reply #28 on:** July 31, 2012, 05:06:55 AM »

To live with the Saints in Heaven is all bliss and glory
to live with the saints on Earth is just another story...

---Anonymous

I don't know who compose this (not me) but I like it. :dancing-banana:

1st Mansion Tenant · « **Reply #29 on:** October 17, 2012, 03:22:26 PM »

After studying the life of the Little Flower, I was very humbled by her faith and sanctity. I was saddened by the doubt that I would never achieve such humility and great faith anywhere near the level she embodied. I wrote the following little poem, and later found a quote where she said it would make her happy if poems were written to her someday, since they would serve to glorify God.

A Blade of Grass
(in honor of St. Therese)

If I can't be a flower
Then I'll be a blade of grass,
To cushion Our Lord's footsteps
Where He is wont to pass.

Others are more worthy
His holy gaze to meet;
So I will be content to
Simply lie beneath his feet.

Not a sticker nor a thorn,
(There are enough of those.)
Let me be a blade of grass
If I can not be a Rose.