A poem offering a challenge, will you consider rising to it?

Question

To my friends and wonderful poets
who share a love of the written word,
the way a phrase can wrap itself
around a feeling or finite idea
with layers of texture, color and depth,
expressing an essence only acheived
through words, well-chosen, that you leave.

It's called poetry, be it structured or free.
It's expression, my friends, of your thoughts to me.
How little you know how much your words mean
when my days are troubled and joys are too lean.

I ask of you, write something profound,
a piece that will lift me right up from the ground.
I can be nourished through words from your muse,
if I'm asking too much, then this place is a ruse.

Answer 1

Oh! thats a nice challenge,

and i like it so

i want to try so here i go....



Am an amateur "ma"

but please don't mind

coz your feeling low

want to help you unwind...



Why are you sad

I really don't know,

but life is a boat

that we must row..



We face troubles

we face challenges

life tests us all

but good people are there

just give them a call..



Get up now and look around

your joys are not lean

if happiness is lost somewhere

it has to be found...



Hope am not rude

hope am not harsh

am not wise enough

to give you advice

my store of words is limited

am trying my best

to sound friendly and nice...



People might comment

but i don't care

few good lines

i want to share..



Wish i was there

to tickle you a little

could make you smile

or at least giggle.......

......

Answer 2

Sweet piece Ma and sweet challenge as well.



I don't totally enjoy doin this line but it's relative.



"I once was lost, but now I'm found"

No religious context need be bound

through threads weaving me,

into this wonderful family.

I'd say Matriarch with no offense

but so often, you and others showed me better sense.

I may be a silly niche poetess

and I know some of what I express



Is like spittin into the wind



I'm here with you and others

so many adoptive sisters and brothers

I'm honored and hope my respect is well received

I once felt doubt, wondered if I be believed

but even acceptance and tolerance is OK

and it's why I come here each, every day.



Hugs you

Answer 3

You have received some wonderful answers/poems that

can only help bring you to another place as it has me.

So strange and so wonderful how someones words can

help lift us to a better state of mind, and to another

better place to be

Helping raise our spirits, hoping to be free.

Keep up the miracles you seem to do,

w/o you even knowing, He works through you.

Many hugs always ♥

Answer 4

I just spent an hour trying to find a poem I wrote and wanted to give you. I should keep them in some kind of order.



Nicely done.x.

Answer 5

A haiku from me to you:



In the dumps you are

seeking help from other posts

look inside yourself



this muse you will find

down deep in your soul it lays

waiting for your love



A breeze in the skies

many twinkles in your eyes

will lead to your muse



wise beyond the years

happiness, love, sadness ,fears

we all persevere



deep inside of you

there is a wondrous glow

like a seed it grows.



All of us are one

in this world that has begun

we are family



and in this haiku

even if i don't know you

is my love for you.

Answer 6

I thought to write a poem one day

'Twould be my soul's ado

But I couldn't think of a damn thing to say

And the meter was all wrong, too



I wish I could, Ma

sorry

maybe later this year....

[you folks make it look soooo easy]

 

Answer 7

When the ocean is too big

When your boat is way too small

When the clouds up in the sky

won't allow any light at all

When you think it may be finished

that you are at the end

Just call on Him; He cares

Cause Jesus is your Friend.



Call upon me too, if you have a need

I'll beseech in constant prayer

And await the Good Lord's heed...

God bless you, Sue. xox

Answer 8

Oh Sue this is so nice..

I seem to have run out of profundity

just know that I am here,

I read for my renewal...

I send you my rose's

sweet scent

Answer 9

what a failure I am

I try to write songs but I always fail

I try to sing but I always fail

I try to get myself a girl but I always fail



How sick it feels to be me

wasting the earth resources,fleeting all thats around me.

I wish o how I wish I could just fade into the night

never to be seen again in the light

Answer 10

I am the image of my mother, I decline

into the repetition of her words

and in this way reflect upon her thoughts

within my mirror

Answer 11

Yes.

Answer 12

Hi :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxJUhgubWYc



Nice to see you again

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQanaN_ooIs