Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	29-May 21:00:49 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 138740 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Tin Man [time] => 2007-11-24 13:45:11 [hometext] => Sometimes i find my Self day dreaming about The wizard of Oz. I wonder how it felt to find what it was he was searching for [bodytext] => Thud…
Sounds of a distant echo
Rumbling in the background

The creaking
Of rusted metal
Trying to move

Years of tears
Rain and weathered times
Solidifying every movement

The pain of watching
Behind a statue’s eyes
The muffled sounds

A desperate cry for help

A beauty

Right there in front of me
Gentle hands flow
Releasing tightened chains
That once bound me in place

Breaking free

Realizing it’s only a small joy
Which can never truly be experienced

A reminder of that hollow echo
That always lies in wait
If only….

...I could know true joy

If only I could feel…

If only I could love…

If I only…had a heart. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 280 [topic] => 25 [informant] => gurlytye [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )

Tin Man

Contributed by gurlytye on Saturday, 24th November 2007 @ 01:45:11 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

Thud…
Sounds of a distant echo
Rumbling in the background

The creaking
Of rusted metal
Trying to move

Years of tears
Rain and weathered times
Solidifying every movement

The pain of watching
Behind a statue’s eyes
The muffled sounds

A desperate cry for help

A beauty

Right there in front of me
Gentle hands flow
Releasing tightened chains
That once bound me in place

Breaking free

Realizing it’s only a small joy
Which can never truly be experienced

A reminder of that hollow echo
That always lies in wait
If only….

...I could know true joy

If only I could feel…

If only I could love…

If I only…had a heart.

Copyright Â© gurlytye ... [ 2007-11-24 13:45:11]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Tin Man (User Rating: 1 )
by TheGrimReapersHourglass on Sunday, 25th November 2007 @ 02:34:02 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Heart needed as well right now at Dirty Laundry,Trapped Under Ice,Graveyards to haunt,read Hourglasses.A Country woman I prefer as The American Witch,Heart I Love Rock And Roll Put A Dime In The Juke Box Baby,Because I Am Iron Man from gems road in Hourglasses.Oil Fun you be the Tin Girl Now Say Frankie As Say Legal for Head Oil Fun My It Flow and Titled Position may I Only See Buutons Go.From The Grim Reaper,DevilsPriest KnownAs LORD,Denver L. Jr.

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. Â©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright Â© to their submitter. All the rest Copyright Â© 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com