BellaOnline Forums Books and Music Poetry I just noticed this board....

And i can't believe it!! I write poetry as well! <img src="/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

Hi there. What kind of poetry do you write? How about a sample?

Hmmmm.....i mostly write free verse i s'ppose. I don't really go by the book. I just write.

But here's a sample (my latest one):

SHATTERED

Shattered
Like broken glass
My smile was
Construed by your seeking mouth.

Fractured
Like stone
My sensuality was
Molded by your lovely frame.

Riven
Like a forest
My body was
Scraped clean by your ecstasy.

Fragmented
Like a glacier
My heart was
Masticated by your cruel absence.

Lacerated
Like old fabric
My life is
Evermore transposed by your betrayal.

Hi, when my son Logan was born, he was ill. At 8 weeks he was hospitalized for the first time and I wrote to help myself get thru it. Here's a poem from that period of time.

My Beautiful Son


I sit here and worry about this sweet boy
In 8 weeks he has given me a life�s worth of joy
Why would God take him out of my arms
Why won�t he help me to guard him from harm

He�s only 8 weeks I think with a sigh
How can he go through so much�and why?
Take me I think, let me go in his place
My mind is a blur as I sit, as I pace

I wait for a sign that he�ll be okay
That he�ll live to smile at least one more day
It�s all so unfair, he�s too special to go
It can�t be his fate, it just can�t be so

I need someone�s shoulder to cry on right now
Someone to tell me I�ll get through this somehow
A very strong person to show me the way
To help me to face another tear filled day

I don�t really think that I�m asking too much
To ask that tomorrow I feel his sweet touch
This son of mine, so fragile, so rare
How can God do this? Doesn�t he care?

So what can I do? I sit and I wait
I wait for the doctors to reveal my sons� fate
They come into the room and they tell me to pray
They tell me to have my son Christened that day

They arrange for a priest to sit there with me
He quietly explains what is going to be
He says he will help me to understand, to be strong
He will stay by my side, he will guide me along

This man is only trying to help me
But my fear and my pain just won�t let me see
I turn away sobbing, unable to talk
All I can do is to sit, and to rock

This hospital stay has lasted for weeks
But today we go home drying our cheeks
God let me have my son back again
But this �give or take� game has just got to end

He keeps doing this time after time
He gets my hopes up that the baby is fine
Then the next thing I know, he�s back on death�s door
I really don�t think I can take too much more

So today we go home, and I thank God above
For giving me such a wonderful baby to love

I love you Logan love Mom December 1995

I write it aswell some are on here

Wow, I think that both of your poems were very good, thanks for the chance to read them. I was very glad that the poem about Logan - and the real-life story behind it - had a good ending! When I was about 17 and my mother had a miscarriage, I wrote a poem about it and it really helped me to get through it; I hope and think it helped her as well. I usually write short stories but occasionally (bad) poetry as well.