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Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Jul 26, 2009 Views: 1823 | Poetry is infinite If you want to play - Play! If you want to fly - Fly! Life is strange,one more game Different although the same If you want to go - Go! If you want to stay - Stay! There can be one more chance There can be one more day What is life?What is space? Why feel pain in my veins? God,can I have my grace? May life have grains of sense! But not one with no trace Lord,wherever you are Hear me cry out my heart! Space,I'm never too far See me,stars I've lived for While I live I'm alive Feel no fear anymore |
Posted By: Keith Mayes Posted On: Jul 26, 2009 Views: 1820 | RE: Poetry is infinite Hi Maxim, That is a lovely poem. Where did you get it from, or is it yours? I love poetry, always have, and have written some myself. Here is a short one I wrote, and funnily enough I titled it Infinity: Ever spinning ever turning, ever moving through the night, forever half in darkness, forever half in light, keeping step with Jupiter, dancing close to Mars, wheeling through the galaxy, spiralling through the stars. And here we are a wondering, what can it all be for? Is it just a whim of nature, or some galactic law? Are we heading for our destiny, or drifting to decay? Will we ever know the answer, or is it here today? We scan the distant universe, we search for something new, we probe the mighty galaxies, looking for some clue, but distance doesn´t help us, however far we roam, the stars will keep their secrets, the answer´s here at home. You can find it in a pebble, or in a grain of sand, pick it up and hold it, you have the cosmos in your hand, and all the wondrous universe that wheels across the sky, is but a single speck of dust in some huge creatures eye. Hope you liked it. |
Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Jul 29, 2009 Views: 1806 | RE: Poetry is infinite Hi,Keith I wish I could answer sooner but it's not always possible.Your poem is very beautiful and meaningful,I really think you could publish it. I would like publish mine,this gloomy crazy world needs poetry,it really needs more beauty no matter what this beauty is: a picture,a book or poems.I have learnt your poem dy heart though I usually don't remember my own ones,I just put them down in my note-book and forget about them so they don't influence further creativity and this keeps it fresh and free. I think,you could create a site where people would read your poems and publish theirs. I would do if I had my own computer but I have to use my friends' ones.Anyway,this is a good idea that can become real once and it would be quite interesting. |
Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Aug 27, 2009 Views: 1779 | RE: Poetry is infinite Till Kingdom Come. Stuck in a meaningless world Running along sharp blades Lost power that was to be hold forever Lost myself and my mates Tired of days and nights Can't stand anymore fights Been running in circles Of infinite confusion Reality is but an illusion Created by thought fusion Wars,deaths and pain are still in here Is that in vain? What have we got but endless fear? Salvation's gone though always near Forgive me,Christ,I'm just a man I want the truth,I'm not your fan Don't wanna be a slave Don't wanna heaven for free I'm not afraid of hell As it is here in me However hard to love and be There's strength in me To overcome the pain Which I disdain! It's not in vain Now look at me And see I'm not afraid Of what you made Though life will fade away I'll keep on walking in your rain Breaking all walls appearing in my way Till Kingdom come But come it not today. |
Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Aug 27, 2009 Views: 1778 | RE: RE: Poetry is infinite The Way It is. I'm not the best student I'm not the best friend There are many things I don't understand It's God and it's Fate It's Love and it's Hate And when I can get it It will be too late I've talked back to God To Him I've talked black I said He was nothing And I didn't reck I'm lost and I'm found And I'm lost once more I don't know my shalts And what I am for That rotten religions I can't stand no more I've wanted just love But love isn't just I've known many I-want As well as I-must I've felt many right-now And things not-so-fast I've been different places The first and the last Been told Be-a-good-man And Keep-what-thou-hast Been told Be-the-first-one And heard Dust-to-Dust Rejected temptations Surrendered to lust Been told to be strong And do what I must Resisted to that and done it my way And here I am now God,take me away Life's so long meanwhile so fleeting I feel it passing by It's but an instant From my first Hi to my last Good-Bye I've not found anything true But found a world of lie Everything seems mortal and nothing's mine This life is but a burning poem But I don't see the final line How can one change the cruel time? I see it fly across the sky And in the dark I see it shine Inside my soul it is inspiring Painting my days with colors-rhymes Like feelings glorify the minds Like stars are shining in the skies As that who loves is that who finds And time won't touch the heart of soul And parts will never break the whole A lot of worlds are there for you Another day - you're born anew Another morning,one more night Will set your tired soul on light. |
Posted By: Keith Mayes Posted On: Aug 27, 2009 Views: 1773 | RE: Poetry is infinite Thanks for the poems, they are seem to be a snapshot of where you are right now, and it doesn´t seem a good place? Tells something about how you feel about life and the world. Well done. This is a poem about how I felt when my wife died of cancer 4 years ago, I was so sad I wanted to die so we could be together again but was afraid of dying, rather ironic that I now have terminal cancer. Anyway, writing the poem helped get it out of my system. A landscape, barren, cold and hard, no sign of grass or trees, no flying birds or butterflies, no dragonflies or bees. No meadows full of buttercups, no ash or elm or yew, no pastures, soft, lush and green, no morning sparkling dew. No hooting of the great barn owl, no cooing of the dove, no trilling of the nightingale, where have you gone my love? So many years you stood by me and kept me straight and true, there never was a time alone, it was always me and you. We shared our thoughts, hopes and dreams, we also shared our fears, we shared our laughter every day, we also shared our tears. You knew the things I loved to do, and you knew the reasons why, so knowing how I loved you so why did you have to die? I asked the Lord to please tell me, as only He could do, why did he take my love from me? What has He done to you? So He took my hand and gently said "The time had come my son, we all have our allotted time, and then our work is done". I blinked away a tear or two then saw that He had gone, and looking up I saw a bird, this bird it had no song. With wings spread wide it soared aloft, then swooping down it came, it made no noise, no sound at all, this bird it had no name. It looked at me with jet black eye, and stilled my very breath, this was no bird it was a sign, a harbinger of death. Then thunder roared and lightening cracked, and hailstones pelt the ground, the wind blew hard and turned a gale, and noise was all around. A bolt of lightening split the sky and thunder hurt my ears, but still that bird it stared at me and fed upon my fears. I screamed at it to go away, I did not want to die, but still it stood and stared at me with brooding hooded eye. And then at last it spread its wings and soared up in the sky, and as it left so did my fear, it was not my time to die. Late that night, as oft I would, I looked up at the sky, the twinkling stars looked back at me and so I asked them why. Their answer was a silent one, their silence was the key, this mortal life just comes and goes, just as was meant to be. So here I stand all alone In a world I love no more, and all I want is to be with you and walk along lifes shore. One day I know I will be there and together we will be, not just for a year or two but through all eternity. The Milky Way will be our home, the silent stars our light, the galaxy our shinning path forever burning bright. Together hand in hand well be, forever side by side, through all eternity and more youll always be my bride. |
Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Aug 29, 2009 Views: 1766 | RE: Poetry is infinite One has to suffer to create deep poetry and I see that you did a lot.No doubt,life is painful,we all experience it along our lifeway but not anyone can express the pain and make his feelings etched in time for years to come. Someone once said that there is no agony like bearing an untold story within.And it's worth it - to share your life with others and helps to better understand your pain and overcome it because life goes on and we have to go on with it.Keih,I feel that everything happens for a reason,I can't explain,I just feel it.Once we will realize it,I believe there is more to this life beyond the final line,I just want to believe in it and I think deep inside you want to believe it,too - I see it in your poems. |
Posted By: Keith Mayes Posted On: Aug 29, 2009 Views: 1764 | RE: Poetry is infinite I believe in my heart that there is more to our existence than just this brief life, but have a problem with it with my head. |
Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Aug 29, 2009 Views: 1762 | RE: RE: Poetry is infinite Keith,the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life. And so is the one of power.They are just fiction. The heart is Life,not the mind.The mind is the servant of Heart,not otherwise.Life is everywere: love,stars, sky,space,clouds and the dawn and the sunset!This is Life - why haste and go for fiction like status and degrees and compete with others?Will it really matter in the end?When my time comes I will remember all those I helped and loved and who loved me and remember my friends and cherish it but not what I did to survive, not how good I was at school or university,Not That. I'll remember me watching a beautiful sunset and magnificent sunrise above the horizon of sea and what I felt in my heart!Not what I thought but what I Felt! And this is poetry of life and this is what I feel is God.It's not insensate books and what my teachers tought me and religions and sciense,no.It's my life. And No,it's not combination of atoms what you are,it's not your body that is purely matter.We are more than that and we will never die.No-one dies.We are just guests on this planet,actors who change their clothes and scenery for our spirit to learn something.But there is a "real human" behind this "actor" and this human is the true one you are. We are eternal. |
Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Sep 5, 2009 Views: 1754 | RE: Poetry is infinite The Same (experimental poetry) This life will change a million times But it will be the same The world another but the same Our selves another but the same The same still seconds lead their way. The same your love,the same your sorrow, The same your grief,the same belief... But in the same way it's always been Once it won't have been seen But you all,Gods,will still remain in splendid glory, Forever kissed with fame... Forever changed but yet the same. |
Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Sep 5, 2009 Views: 1753 | RE: Poetry is infinite God They say that God will save us all But I can't trust anyone Who can never cry I've never heard that God can weep And never heard that God can laugh So how can God be loved? So how can one love God? If only once I saw that God in tears Sitting and crying in lonely mist Then I'd believe that God can live And miracles exist. |
Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Sep 18, 2009 Views: 1739 | RE: Poetry is infinite The Last Battle They keep on fighting in a battle that is lost They keep on doing what they love the most The Ghost of Life is sitting in the dark Sad night,the sky is coloured red And lonely dogs of war they yearn to bark Under the Moon,it's colourless and stark The leader of the warriors is kneeling He's fallen down before his fallen men And paralized,and shocked,and non-believing He keeps on fighting hardest as he can The Ghost of Life is coloured sad Those men don't know they are already dead. |
Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Sep 18, 2009 Views: 1738 | RE: RE: Poetry is infinite I'm sorry I'm sorry for the weakness I have I'm sorry for it can't make me worry I'm sorry it's what I've not left I'm sorry for being sorry I'm sorry for a world full of pain I'm sorry for my hatred So am I for my disdain I'm sorry for rains of blood I'm sorry,God.I'm sorry,Dad. I'm sorry for being wretched and sad I'm sorry for my sins My virtue never wins I'm sorry for non-believing For my wretched living,for self-deceiving I'm sorry for being born Take me back,God I long so much for leaving For leaving your game It's all damned It's all the same |
Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Sep 18, 2009 Views: 1737 | RE: Poetry is infinite The Enemy At every corner of the gloomy room of sorrow In every hollow place of sinful souls They hope there will be a tomorrow And goals they can achieve They're looking in a mirror For a truth to believe And what's it what they see? Their most dangerous enemy The one whom they call 'me' He's looking in the eye He's every corner of their hearts He's found in every drop of blood, Your mind,in any of its parts He's omnipresent God You are your good as well as deepest evil, Your God by Name... Your God by name the Devil. |
Posted By: Maxim Dvoytsin Posted On: Jan 20, 2010 Views: 1650 | RE: Poetry is infinite My Name is Human You could find me in this Palace of Absurd Lonely sitting, stepping forward word by word You might meet me in the streets of empty cities Or the skid-rows of a ghastly world You could ask my name...My name is Human An abandoned child of ghostly God Fears of mine are just like those of you,man And I seek for all the same you sought I dunno your name but mine's enough You're the same somewhere beyond the pride We are mortals,let's not make God laugh We are humans struggling side by side You have cried and so have I,my brother You have loved and so have I,it's true There is no such one by name the Other Some of us just sleep the whole life through I could find you at the same place I was at I could die from just the same as you We are all to pay Him our debt Life's the same,just different points of view. |
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