Poetry Page

This page I dedicate to various poetry that I have read that I feel should be shared with others. If you would like to submit a poem for me to post, E-Mail me, and I will consider it for posting.

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Pause, look closer, in newness be seen
That which was hideous, magnified transforms to beauty
If faces never creased, only your silhouette could I render
The curve of a broken nose becomes an adventure to my brush
How dull is a straight line!
Look how the eyelid droops, a canopy for the window of your soul
Step into the spotlight, your imperfect beauty surpasses all others!
Let me exaggerate features which shame you the most
Be proud of which breaks the monotony of the human race!
Look into the mirror with the innocent eyes of your youth
Fill the air with the sounds of childish laughter
For even the splendor of your crippled hand cannot surpass that of a child's smile!
Shed your grown-up skin and gaze out once again with hope and optimism
Forget all the pain
Forget all your work
Forget all you've learned
Lose yourself in quiet reflection
Fear not the darkness which shall come, embrace it, wrap yourself in it
But always carry a light to chase it back into the night
Let me capture your sorrow, let me capture your joy
Let me transform ink and paper into the shadows of your mind
Share with the world that which you hide away
Speak through your heart and share with your eyes.


By Emily Watson

Hitler's Girlfriend

Someone left the window open,
  cold air is slowly creeping in.
I'm sitting watching TV sitcoms
  where everyone is happy in the end,
and I'm beginning to believe it,
  some say we can get by without the help of a friend,

and I'm lying here,
I'm remotely controlled,
strapped to an engine stuck in idle,
don't feel 'cause I fear
don't love cause I lost...

I'm not myself, (I want to bleed,)
  'til you are you (bleed for you)
if I close my eyes (Kiss your hands)
  I'm killing you (Kiss your wounds)
I carry the weight of this safety net,
So I feel like Hitler's girlfriend,
  I'm blind to this and numb to that.

I know a girl who draws 
  happy faces on everything she writes.  
She doesn't fool me,
  I've seen her bag of troubles--It's not light.
Don't you know I want to reach out,
  cry for her, 
  carry the weight,
but something just won't let me leave the couch.

There's a scream and a crash,
there's a knife and a chain
and her head is full of spirits...
my foot is asleep.
Don't know,
don't want to know...

I'm not myself, (I want to bleed,)
  'til you are you (bleed for you)
if I close my eyes (Kiss your hands)
  I'm killing you (Kiss your wounds)
I carry the weight of this safety net,
So I feel like Hitler's girlfriend,
  I'm blind to this and numb to that.

I was sprawled out at the foot of my bed
  with a rage of fire, going round in my head,
I said "Could this be the salt of the earth in my tears?"
  I'm watching Miss Brown,
some say she didn't know, 
just took another Judas' kiss now,
well I'm not blaming you
was there something you could do?
My coffee is cold...

I'm not myself, (I want to bleed,)
  'til you are you (bleed for you)
if I close my eyes (Kiss your hands)
  I'm killing you (Kiss your wounds)
I carry the weight of this safety net,
So I feel like Hitler's girlfriend,
  I'm blind to this and numb to that.


By Dime Store Prophets

Going with You

I want to go with you
          down to where the strawberries grow,
Down to where the tendrils creep
And sunshine vines spread row on row
To sap the soil of sweetness
For their fruit that rests below--
The fruit that rests below dark leaves,
Sheltered and ripening slow.
I want to go down with you where
The fruit is and has ripened slow.

I want to go with you
          down beneath the river's flow,
An old slow river that's wide and deep.
Let us submerge to the sand below,
Amid strange wavering river weeds,
In watery shadows where sunlight bleeds.
I want to go down to you where
Clear sun-blood trickles away from air
And pools in the flickering depths below.

I want to go with you
          down to the lowest place i know,
Under the field where the berries grow,
Under water's constant flow,
Away from the sun and rain and snow--
Down to the buried, bedrock layer
Where rock is solid, a stone plateau.
I want to go down with you to where
The rock is solid and all we know.

by Kathryn Lindskoog