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"hallucinations" by Dimitrios Spyridon Chytiris,
(Part VIII)


You headed home passing through the white arches of the square.
On the grass a couple is enjoying the chilliness of the night, but mostly what they enjoy is the night’s heat…

It has been ages since the last time you enjoyed the night more than what you enjoy your overcoat.
Then you would dance the night, now you wear the night,
It is an accessory to hide you from everyone.

You kicked the stuck door of yours and threw away your clothes on the floor,
on the bedside table, on the ceiling next to forests and sycamore trees of an old tale very sad that you had seen in the cinema and had read in a library.

For a moment you forgot again and took a look out your window, this horrible night.
You regretted it bitterly; you were blinded by these miserable bright little things choking the sky at night.

Yet you used to look at them for hours, what changed you?
From further down the street comes the sound of wind instruments of the Philharmonic rehearsing and reminds you of the band you used to march with in your military uniform and the noisy cornet.
In its sweet lullaby you lay on your side and sleep.

Great poem, Dimitrios!

Aaron wrote: "Great poem, Dimitrios!"

Thank Aaron, I am glad you like it :)

You're welcome. You have a true talent, Dimitrios.

You are very kind; it’s always nice to see your work being honored with positive comments.

My pleasure. I'm also very straightforward. When I see something I like, I'm honest about it.

Thanks for sharing Dimitrios! It was a really nice poem:))

Thank you Ruchi, very happy that you liked it :D

He was an unwanted visitor.

Yet it was I who invited him.

he touched my hand,

in the evening dim.

I held him close,

To hold me back, he chose.

I dressed my hair with flowers,

and called on the clouds to shower.

Raindrops slid down the window pane,

while he waited on the other side of the rain.

As I caressed his face with my eyes,

tears glistened like fireflies.

His fingers slid through mine,

as we lay side by side.

He wiped my tears

and swore to wash away my fears

As I fell asleep, he went away,

only to come back tomorrow.

My unwanted visitor called himself Sorrow.

Nice one Dimitrios...meaningful! (:

It's a bit strange (modern art lol)

.........
Under the hollow bridge of everlasting crowd, sweat, false hopes

Sorrow

Lament and Despair, all death's cousins

Entwined in misery, smirking like a past....

The shallow breath that passed me by,

Mournful, hungry for the sinful kiss of sighs

*Sighs* the grief of death, waiting for his beloved princess,
'The night'...she's beautiful, sinful but dead in the morning

The loving mother waiting for life in days

It's mother's day again!!

But her son died in the morning

He was Eighteen, his loss crucified in her mind

Only son, only eighteen.
Long life, little death...her tears sighed

Her tears lost the charm, like a bored carousel; didn't care; didn't give a damn

O! Tears

Why don't you call me mother

Why are you shy!

You were my only hope to carry me through the grief

But hopes got lost in your longing, wonder why!

I Guess d Modern Art is nice !

Som wrote: "Nice one Dimitrios...meaningful! (:

I just wrote a one after seeing this thread but too shy to share as it's my first 'literary' poem. And it's too dark...Still, if you want to see a noob's poem I..."

Hello Som ;)
In my book I have some pretty dark poems too. Dark or full of light poems are poems, like life has dark and beautiful moments. Writing a poem, I think, is freedom to express your feelings and ideas so for no reason should you be shy; it's impossible to please everyone since every person is unique ;)
I may be too selfish, but I mostly write for my self, sharing what I think is important and worth mentioning. I do not seek to please others but rather desire to make people think. Of course I do not deny it's an amazing feeling to see people complimenting your work, let us be honest about it :D
So please do not hesitate to share your work, poetry is the ultimate freedom, it's you and your soul and a piece of paper ( or nowadays a laptop ).
Hehe, am I too dramatic? :D I guess it's because I am Greek, we invented Drama so we are full of it hehe ;)
I will wait for your work!!!

Wounded Hearts Seldom heals,
Attempts to laugh , Again it Weeps !

People May go , but memories last !
Making us al, prisoners of Past !

Som wrote: "It's a bit strange (modern art lol)

.........
Under the hollow bridge of everlasting crowd, sweat, false hopes

Sorrow

Lament and Despair, all death's cousins

Entwined in misery, smirking like a..."

Very nice! So nice to see you posted :D

Thanks Vinod, yours are pretty nice too. I like how they are rhyming unlike my modern art! (:

Hey Dimitrios; wise words. Sorry I deleted that post you quoted and escaped from the shackles of shyness; shared the weird thoughts!
Cheers (:

http://houseboathouse.blogspot.in/201...

The link will take you guys to my first publication. A collection of 9 poems.

Som wrote: "Thanks Vinod, yours are pretty nice too. I like how they are rhyming unlike my modern art! (:

Hey Dimitrios; wise words. Sorry I deleted that post you quoted and escaped from the shackles of shyne..."

No worries, it's no big deal ;)

So many talented poets here!
As I am not a writer, I will be happy to keep reading your great poems :)
Thanks for sharing

Som wrote: "Nice one Dimitrios...meaningful! (:

It's a bit strange (modern art lol)

.........
Under the hollow bridge of everlasting crowd, sweat, false hopes

Sorrow

Lament and Despair, all death's cousins..."

Wow! I really liked the poem:)

Ep wrote: "He was an unwanted visitor.

Yet it was I who invited him.

he touched my hand,

in the evening dim.

I held him close,

To hold me back, he chose.

I dressed my hair with flowers,

and called on t..."

That was such a beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing:))

Thanks Dimitrios and Ruchi. (:

Well Ruchi, hope you'll write few and share with us! Let's all talk in poems in this thread haha

Som wrote: "Thanks Dimitrios and Ruchi. (:

Well Ruchi, hope you'll write few and share with us! Let's all talk in poems in this thread haha"

Welcome! I don't think I'd like sharing my poems....too kiddish I guess:P And I like the idea! We could talk in poems in this thread!!

I don't think I'd like sharing my poems....too kiddish I guess

Words are deeper than wounds, steeper than grounds

more if It speaks of child's innocence

In the world of colossal factories

We're tired souls, withered and dried
Endless cycles of death...

Still hiding behind the mask of machines
tears may corrode the mask
we can't cry!

We need soul
we need humans
we need the innocence
That a child can only bestow
Upon us we can only hope
our greatest hope!

So Ruchi, poems can't be kiddish
If it delivers innocence
What we need the most in this factory called earth
Guess, that's too the cure for violence!

@Som

Huh....now I'm never gonna share my poems, looking at how great you people write:))

@ Som Thanks man for d kind words, dey rhyme coz it was written long back in those kiddish days wen i thought rhyming was d oly way out for a poem !! :P

Anyways, Urs r gud man , Often rather dan rhymin just d pure flow of thoughts are nice to read
And @ ruchi, thanks too girly

Oh, there once was a barmaid named Harriet,
Who hadn't been robbed of her cherry yet.
Oh try as she may
This girl can't get laid...
A Valentine virgin named Harriet.

LOLXD!!

I'm gonna have to translate em' I wrote mainly in french :P

Are You Really My Friend?
By Aaron Boutilier

You say, 'Call any time!'
I've left messages,
You don't call back for days.
Are you really my friend?
You say you'll do things that never get done.
You set your guidelines,
And you stifle mine.
Are you really my friend?
We do nothing together outside these four walls.
Is this a problem of yours?
Or is it all mine?
Are you really my friend?
If I'm feeling sad or lonely,
Because you aren't there,
If I go to bed wondering whether you care,
Are you really my friend?
Are you anyone's friend?

The Greatest Love
By Aaron Boutilier

Love the man, but hate the prejudice within him;
Love the sun, but hate the clouds which make it dim;
Love the peace, but hate the wars we always fight;
Love the day, but hate the loneliness of night;
Love the pleasure, hate the pain which comes along,
Love the child, and love him more when he goes wrong.

Society
By Aaron Boutilier

Machines take up their faithful duty,
While muscles wither under beauty;
The vulture ravishes the dove,
As pleasure loses sight of love.
Plastic walls surround the people,
As clouds disguise the awesome steeple;
Hearts pump their slush into the brains
Of robots with their acid veins.
Miracles prolong the years
Of saying words that no one hears,
In solitary little tombs
So far away from gentle wombs.
Scrambled minds with vacant faces
Occupy these concrete places,
Searching for a better way
Which really died with yesterday.

Beauty
By Aaron Boutilier

How sweet to look upon a perfect face,
And admire a perfect form,
Blessed with beauty, charm and grace,
A gift of merely being born.
How quick we overlook the mind,
Which may be less than keen;
To inner faults we are struck blind,
When beauty steals the scene.
But what of those who aren't so fair,
Who hasten to announce,
That people shouldn't really care,
"It's what's inside that counts!"
Yet people rarely see inside,
When first they chance to meet;
So often inner beauty hides,
And fruitlessly accepts defeat.

Books
By Aaron Boutilier

Classic books by famous men
Satisfy a secret yen;
These immortal words I find
Penetrate my hungry mind.
Romantic fables of the ages
Lure my heart into the pages,
Blending tales of fact and fiction,
Assuring me of my conviction.
Sweet poetry lifts up my soul
And carries out its' soothing role;
Among these books upon the shelf,
Someday, I hope to find myself.

Truth
By Aaron Boutilier

The warmth of an understanding smile, surrounds me
And protects me from all harm;
I live in a safe and happy style,with the gentle touch
Of two loving arms.
Strength of character through time abounds in each echo
Of a trusting voice;
The ardent feelings penetrate the sounds of a union
without doubt or choice.
In silence, whenever our eyes meet, our hearts exchange
The faithfulness we feel;
And our lives reflect every single loving beat
To make us sure that what we have is real.

Love you poems Aaron!! :)

Ah, thank you, Ruchi!:)

Good job Aaron :)

Much thanks, Cath! I appreciate it.:)

Aaron-{{Everlast}}-Rebel Leader wrote: "Oh, there once was a barmaid named Harriet,
Who hadn't been robbed of her cherry yet.
Oh try as she may
This girl can't get laid...
A Valentine virgin named Harriet.

LOLXD!!"

Trust you to lower the tone:)

Seriously though, Aaron, you are quite the poet. Nice.

Here's something a little darker:


Black:


Little Davy watched as his Dad closed the bedroom door,
After saying, “goodnight my son,”
And Davy buried his head beneath the sheets and prayed that she would not come.

Hideous hag in long dark dress,
She entered his room each night,
To mutter and curse in unspoken verse,
And fill his heart with fright.

Davy decided to stay awake,
As he had on every night which came before,
But eventually eyes flickered, then closed,
And his worry was no more.

Around the witching hour,
He awakened with a start,
Icy fear clambered up his spine,
And grabbed hold his beating heart.

Bedroom door slowly opens,
The rooms filled with a blue grey light,
And young Davy could tell, it was different now,
She had come to claim him on this night.

Davy doesn’t want to go,
He desperately tries to resist,
But her cold and bony fingers,
Cut deep into his wrists.

She leads the boy from bedroom,
Along winding landings to the stairs,
And when at the top, then she did stop,
To gloat that finally he would now be theirs.

Icy fingers gripped tightly onto Davy’s shoulders,
Getting set for one big push,
And just as she was to launch him,
To send him flying through the air,
A low guttural roar, and then the sound of paws,
Moving ever closer up those stairs.

From the darkness, the shape that emerged was Old Black,
A lurcher, of good age and spirit true,
And although that dog sensed evil,
He never doubted what he should do.
Old Black moved quickly toward Davy,
Once side by side they grew strong,
Old Black’s canines bared and gleaming,
Little Davy’s fear now gone.

Now that dark woman spat out,
That she would have her way,
She raised her hands and versed silent bands,
But that old dog did not sway,
No matter what she tried this night,
From his boy he would not stray.

Suddenly, Old Black leapt forward,
And with one mighty canine roar,
He sank his teeth deep into her,
And dragged her to the floor.
With one last silent scream of rage,
That dark woman she was gone,
Old Black had banished her,
Back to where she did belong.

As Davy climbed back under his covers that night,
He felt so safe, secure,
With his old friend beside his bed,
Lying stretched out on the floor.

When Davy’s eyes opened, it was morning,
He squinted as he saw the light from the sun,
He leapt up and raced to his parents bedroom,
To tell of all that Old Black had done.

Mother sat up in bed, as she heard her boy come charging in,
She said, “Come and climb in here my son,
While we tell you of some things.”


As Davy climbed upon their bed his father cuddled him,
It was with reddened eyes, and between deep sighs,
But finally father did begin,
“I’m sorry son, but me and your mum,
Well there’s something we must say,
You see, at half past seven last night,
Old Black he did pass away,
He was just lying by the fireside,
And peacefully he slipped away.
I know it is sad, but we should just be glad that…”

“No! No! No!” Davy did protest,
“This cannot be right!
You see Old Black he came to me,
It was dark, it was late, and it was night!”

Well they said Davy was dreaming,
That he had imagined all which came before,
But I know what Old Black did that night,
Yes, I know what I saw,
He was there for me,
To care for me,
To stand right by my side,
Without you my faithful old friend,
Evil would never have been denied.

For Blackie, Always loved, never forgotten.

That was a great read! Thanks for sharing:)

Ruchi wrote: "That was a great read! Thanks for sharing:)"

Thank you, and you're welcome, Ruchi:)

David wrote: "Aaron-{{Everlast}}-Rebel Leader wrote: "Oh, there once was a barmaid named Harriet,
Who hadn't been robbed of her cherry yet.
Oh try as she may
This girl can't get laid...
A Valentine virgin named ..."

Why thank you, sir.

David wrote: "Here's something a little darker:


Black:


Little Davy watched as his Dad closed the bedroom door,
After saying, “goodnight my son,”
And Davy buried his head beneath the sheets and prayed that sh..."

Very powerful. Great work!

Much thanks, Aaron.

David wrote: "Much thanks, Aaron."

My pleasure, David.

I'm not good with poems (but my close friend is), but this one is something I wrote for a Formal Theme in English Class (I jump a lot in the poem though)... this is supposed to be a pair work but I did almost everything but we ended up changing it in the end to something else ('cause I put down something against God and I go to a catholic school.. though I'm not Catholic):
BTW, I'm only in my 1st year of high school so I still have a long way to go before I'm able to become good at writing. Please criticize the poem as you wish. the main reason for why I wrote this is because al the lines have only 4 syllables and it's amusing to say but the message.. meh


My tears have shed
They’re bloody red
It hurts to see
The truth in me

Please pity me
Who cannot see
The beauty here
Instead of fear

I'm almost late
From my due date
I have to die
No matter why

I’m scared, I'm brave
From being saved
There is no “Christ”
Where is my life?

I've sacrificed
My eyes for life
They’re with the man
Who’s called “Satan”

My last goodbye
Comes with a cry
Of love and pain
For souls I’ve stained

Chesca wrote: "I'm not good with poems (but my close friend is), but this one is something I wrote for a Formal Theme in English Class (I jump a lot in the poem though)... this is supposed to be a pair work but I..."

Thanks for sharing!

Bond of friendship glow and seem even more beautiful,
because love and care preserved it

Dusts could never build up nor fad out this little, ever-breathing piece of memory,

It still glances me, unflinchingly,
calling my attention through glass cupboard,
making my heart a cozy shelf

Rush of years and winds of time ,
have yet to let this ink and pixels go dry..

perhaps, all the words inscribed
in this souvenir of admiration,
are whispering affectionate world of you,
its timeless prize

“Valentine days” have come and gone 17 times over and again

…ever you thought of gifting me such love again?

-
I had written for my friend, for his one the wonderful memory presented at the time of campus farewell party.

Anand wrote: "Bond of friendship glow and seem even more beautiful,
because love and care preserved it

Dusts could never build up nor fad out this little, ever-breathing piece of memory,

It still glances me,..."

Wow! Loved it:)....Thanks for sharing!