Could someone please write a poem for me?

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  1. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 55 years old. Still breathing, still kicking (and screaming), still here... not sure why, but still here anyway.:dry:

    There are so very many talented poets who post here. Would any of you care to write a birthday poem for a soul who's sort of lost her way (and wasn't sure where she was going anyway!:wink: ). I'm not as depressed as I had been, but have feeling rather "flat" - at least, since my Pdoc put me on Risperdal to damp down my awful and overwhelming rage and anger... the vast majority directed at myself, of course, the rest at the f****d up world we live in and the mess we're making for our children and their children.

    Now I'm getting verbose... sorry!:unsure: I'm not sorry it's going to be my birthday, but am sorry I can't chisel my way out of this granite writers' block - ha ha ha...:dry:

    love to all my friends,

  2. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I have never written
    a poem for another.
    To another
    but never for.
    Here goes nothing though
    you'll be the first
    my words a little drummer gift
    wrapped up loose for you.

    I don't know your name
    or the sound of your voice.
    But I believe
    that being called
    The Least
    can't be right
    even when you're lost
    and you can't seem to write.
    I wish a happy birthday to you
    a good day to you
    a respite from the things that knock
    and prey upon an unprotected mind
    There should be a thank you
    somewhere in here
    for small kindnesses.
    So thank you.
    For reading
    for speaking.
    Thank you for taking the time.
    I just wanted to say
    that in my humble opinion
    most of the people
    who think they know where they are
    just haven't lifted their heads
    and looked around.
    The lost are just those most aware
    that they're living.
    They see the world
    more clearly
    or feel it more deeply
    or take it more personally.
    They are the poets and heros
    the tragic and not
    the most fragile beings
    with which God cast his lot.
    Sometimes life can make it seem
    like thinking is a punishment
    and beauty is a crime.
    So I guess
    you should be locked up tight
    because I sense beauty in you
    in the way you think
    in the words you love
    in the way you tear at yourself
    and the world with its tiny
    massive cruelties.

    Happy early birthday!
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  3. That was breathtakingly fabulous Beloved one - I can't beat it, but I can join honour of Least (who is no such thing! Happy Birthday Luv!)

    You may have shed words like your skin
    Never being able to remain in one form
    You did it early
    And yet you leave kindly signs for others
    that they may shed their own upon you
    And that is a gift…
    What you have lost,
    and I dare not count the cost,
    you still pass on
    and you are, despite your loss,
    still true!
    You still are you...
    And oh,
    how you shine!

  4. curtius

    curtius Well-Known Member

    Green apple crisp
    Biteing your tounge
    Lethargicly list
    The things you have done
    55 years
    You've stumbled along
    Its stuck in your head
    Same saddened song
    You think your repetitive
    You dont belong
    You think that you've faded
    Gone before long
    Its best when your seconds
    Are counted in years
    Best when memories
    Are conquests o'er fears
    And last but not Least
    As the Dr would say
    A green apple feast
    Keeps the ages at bay
    Last but not Least
    Dont be afraid
    Your surrounded by friends
    Happy Birthday...

    ~C *wink*
  5. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    OMG to all of you!!!:smile: :smile: :smile: I am in tears now after reading those beautiful touching loving poems for me - the writing freedom I can't find comes naturally to you, not to mention you can come up with it at the drop of a pen.:wink:

    Words can't convey how touched and loved I feel from these incredible 'read-me' writings.:eek:hmy: :smile: What a lovely birthday gift. I am internally grateful and flattered and loved... and in such articulate ways!!

    Thank you for starting my birthday out so nicely. Actually, I won't be 55 til 12:41 this afternoon.:rolleyes:

    love you all very much and glad to be your friend,

    Sooz xoxoxox
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  6. Darkness N Light

    Darkness N Light Staff Alumni

    You have been here through a lot
    You have helped many of us
    Your a kind soul
    A gentle touch
    A smile when the world is dark
    A star in the sky shineing bright
    You make the world brighter
    You've been through a lot
    However, you have all of here for you
    Your not alone anymore
    You have all of us to hold on too
    Never let go sweetie
    We love you so much

    With Love,
    Crystal :hug: :cheekkiss :bday:
  7. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni


    :thanks: :goodjob: :hug: :hug: :flowers:

    Thank you Crystal!:smile: You mean a lot to me and have helped me in times of distress. I love your poem. You get the feelings just right.

    love ya,

  8. thesemomentsastheypass

    thesemomentsastheypass Well-Known Member


    some great stuff on here. Sorry I'm behind - I just noticed the thread.

    You've been dear to me and most generous, so I wrote you a little something - and I apologise first, incase I got it all wrong, and second, for how crap it may well be; I wrote it straight off as I didn't want to over-think it.

    Shine on.


    She moves slowly
    on the breeze of these
    decisions she made
    and those made in
    moments of her absence
    She drifts but the world
    conspires to pin her back
    a butterfly framed, covered,
    contained, glazed with a pane.
    Pained is she when she thinks
    of things passed, how the grass
    beneath her never seemed quite
    as green as it might have been
    How the words never come
    when they’re needed most
    how in silence, alone, in
    her head she’s verbose
    And how she rolls on,
    gets by, stumbles through her
    turmoil, spreading kindness
    and love, often without
    knowing it
    at all.
  9. Jenny

    Jenny Staff Alumni

    :eek:hmy: it was your birthday!?

    :bday:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry it's late (am crap at poems) xx
  10. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Yeah, it was the 21st, but it's not in my profile so no auto announcement. I'm double-nickle now!!:blink: Old enough to know better, old enough to have old-age aches and pains... but not old enough for Social (in)Security or senior discounts!:dry:

    I want to thank everyone who gave me birthday poems - I love them all and it brings tears to my eyes to know I have such loving caring friends. I love you all very much.

    all my love and loyalty, always,

  11. ministeve

    ministeve Member

    YOur Birthday Wish...

    Sorry this is a little late... but I try'

    YOur Birthday Wish...

    while Things maybe simply amiss
    Today on your birthday you are granted just one wish
    for a poem of fun
    to cheer your soul
    and brighten the day for you on that special one...

    Feeling old in yer nickers
    getting tired in your mind
    be glad to day isn't the day, that out goes your ticker...
    or out goes the light, and makes you mighty blind...

    for on your birthday,
    there are many times you may reminis
    take it from some one fairly young, but wise in his years...
    but today is the day, that tomorrow you will really miss...


    anybody like that suttle poke of fun at senality...haha...
  12. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    :wink: Thanks Ministeve!! I love it!!!:smile:

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