Since everyone is interested in poems lately......I thought I would post this one. I haven't written one in years.....so this one is an old one as all my writings are. We have to be in a certain place to be able to write.......or at least I do. I hope you enjoy it.......but it like most that I write it is a bit dark.
Without These Three
The rain outside my window pane
Each day forever much the same
No answer rides upon the wind
No solution offering to be my friend.
I see the day so gray and tense.
It awaits the storm with great suspense
Caution is the message clear
One missed step brings disaster near.
Alone and wondering what to do.
Searching for the smallest clue
But one does not with haste appear
To soothe my worries or absolve my fear
Each move I make a tortured step
My way is paved with sad regret
Of things in life I knew to do
But somehow could not see them through
How many battles have been lost
When on the sea of life was tossed
The very thing your soul required
But you watched it sink so deeply mired
Pain that flows from deep within
When you think of what might have been
But yet in truth you cannot say
That your life was meant to be that way
So tragic is the day of birth
When one looks back upon it's worth
And views the place they stand today
So dismal is this shade of gray
What is the power in this place
That keeps us seeking that state of grace
In which our souls become renewed
With courage strength and fortitude
Is it power from on high?
And will we know it when we die?
So many questions when in review
The answers known are very few
So remember as we move alone
Our struggles fierce, cutting to the bone
Pain, Love and Fear you see
We cannot live without these three
Written by Paula Cyrus
Comments
Thanks Dara I appreciate your comment and yes that is true. Rose.....I love to read you.......I always look to see if you have posted anything new........I am a fan.....believe me....HUGGGGGGGGGGGG
Mod. Paula, you have done a great job here. Your feelings were arranged in a symmetrical way. The rhyme, the creativity, everything was there. I like this one the most;
My way is paved with sad regret.
One of the three things you mentioned was love. It could include pain and fear. I don't know how to say it, but when love is pure and true it gives health and security. When love is fake and not true it could bring the other two emotions, pain and fear. That was a nice try, mod. Paula.
Dear Paula, thanks for calling me a writer, but I am not.
Hahaha, I created funny tales for my siblings when I was a child. Later, I limited my literary activities to reading. At that time, I think I knew all the books of my town's library. I "devoured" the books like my "daily bread".
Writing of poems and short tales, I started again after my retirement.
At that time, I started learning English.
I have still to learn. I write only in English. It helps me improve the language.
It isn't so easy to learn a language without having courses or classes. I know my English isn't mistakeless, but I can express my mind. But that's about all.
Hi Paula!
Your poem is sad indeed!
But I like it! And there is no need to say why.
But I just can't stop myself saying, that some words from your poem are exactly, what I have felt once or another time. It emphasizes, that you are right about those three!
And don't dare to stop or doubt posting everything you want! There are many kinds or types of languages, like English, Ukrainian, Spanish, Italian or facial expressions or language of arts! So, poetry is that kind of languages, that it doesn't matter, if you are good or bad in English.
I just mean, that even if poem contains lots of the mistakes, it doesn't mean, that it is not a masterpiece and vice versa!
Thank you for sharing, dear Paula! :)
Have an excellent weekend!
Thank you Rose.....but I am not much of a writer.....my inspiration comes few and far between. Your comment was glowing and I am so honored that you gave me such a one. You are the writer.....not me........so your praise meant a lot to me. But truly what I post here is to give insight on English......nothing more. If it is enjoyed....wow all the better......but the game I play is English......not author....HUGGGGGGGGGGGG
Please don't stop writing, dear Paula. Don't keep your activities only to Riddles and Words of the Day as you mentioned. I enjoyed reading your poem. It is great as I already told you in my previous comment.
You should post more of your writings, if you have some others, too.
Believe me please, I will be an admiring reader.
I am sure you don't post your blogs that someone compares them to our blogs.
In case, someone else does, then it isn't for you to apologize.
There are not many native English speakers, who are as helpful as you are, dear Paula.
I don't often chat in the main room. Nevertheless, I see what happens there, and I recognize the positive impact, just through your presence.
Ohhhh wait!!!! NO NO NO........When I post something in blog....it is not to be compared......it is to only try and maybe give an idea.....or a way that hasn't been thought of........I do not count myself a great writer nor am I a poet.....for never is it to mean I am better or more talented than anyone...I try to do it as a help .......Rys always critiques what I write.....if there is a problem he says so........if not......then it is good to go........please do not think he insulted you.....for that was not the intention....not at all. From now on I will keep it to Riddles and Words of the Day and such.......for never has it been my intention to try and make anyone look bad or to discourage ......I am so sorry if it was taken in that manner. Rys is a big help to everyone even me when it comes to the rules of grammar which I am so lousy at. It was just his way of saying my poem was okay......sorry if anyone was offended!!!!
Nice poem, too, Mr. Ryspersky.
Good to know your opinion!
Now we know what you are thinking of the poems of others which try to improve their English skills by writing blogs here. Of course, in comparison with natives, we only can lose. Of course, you may praise, but you shouldn't do that in the same you make fun of others.
But making fun of others isn't nice.
I always thought you are so wise.
I know we are just underdogs,
with threads entangled with emotion or even foggy frogs.
¸.•♥• Paula¸.•♥•.¸¸
Doubts and fears about life ahead as versified very well in your poem are part and parcel of our existence. And you have yourself answered:
Pain, Love and Fear you see
We cannot live without these three
Rose and Rys!!! Thank you.....thank you so so much!!! HUGGGGGGGGGGGGG
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