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 17:51:40 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] => 185090 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Jaye [time] => 2018-05-04 22:47:09 [hometext] => To the quotable poet [bodytext] =>

I know her more than a shadow knows the light

But less than tomorrow knows this night,

I know her more than the naked face of the Lone Ranger;

She writes inside my mind, still I know her as a stranger.

Can she be known through her verses of poetry

Or a small still frame that’s doling out a smile?

She unveils the words we seldom hear in dreams

And arranges them in coeval style.

Can I know what lies behind her tulip moon,

Or dare I pluck the bud before its bloom?

She breathes over my shoulder

In a presence of written words that linger.

I believe her mind is built inside an open ceiling plan

With massive windows pouring in the sun,

I see an indulgence for breakfast outside

Writing with feet submerged in water, by the dockside.

Just what is it that I know of her?

As she wrote, “you only see what you look for”;

What is there, whether I see it or not

Is creativeness and insight on the spot.

I can march along the cadence of her poems;

How sad the song of poetry is lost upon the modern era

But still dances in the arid souls

like raging rivers in the bare Sahara.

I know, I believe, I see

That she must be:

Positive, diverse, witty, enlightening, vigilant,

Amusing, investigative, encouraging, cogent

And flying her free flag unfurled,

A presence that widens the windows of my world.

[comments] => 5 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Durango [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )

Jaye

Contributed by Durango on Friday, 4th May 2018 @ 10:47:09 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

I know her more than a shadow knows the light

But less than tomorrow knows this night,

I know her more than the naked face of the Lone Ranger;

She writes inside my mind, still I know her as a stranger.

Can she be known through her verses of poetry

Or a small still frame that’s doling out a smile?

She unveils the words we seldom hear in dreams

And arranges them in coeval style.

Can I know what lies behind her tulip moon,

Or dare I pluck the bud before its bloom?

She breathes over my shoulder

In a presence of written words that linger.

I believe her mind is built inside an open ceiling plan

With massive windows pouring in the sun,

I see an indulgence for breakfast outside

Writing with feet submerged in water, by the dockside.

Just what is it that I know of her?

As she wrote, “you only see what you look for”;

What is there, whether I see it or not

Is creativeness and insight on the spot.

I can march along the cadence of her poems;

How sad the song of poetry is lost upon the modern era

But still dances in the arid souls

like raging rivers in the bare Sahara.

I know, I believe, I see

That she must be:

Positive, diverse, witty, enlightening, vigilant,

Amusing, investigative, encouraging, cogent

And flying her free flag unfurled,

A presence that widens the windows of my world.

Copyright Â© Durango ... [ 2018-05-04 22:47:09]
(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: Jaye (User Rating: 1 )
by MoonlitAngel on Saturday, 5th May 2018 @ 11:55:50 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

a beautiful look at the feeling of knowing someone through their written words. I love this

Re: Jaye (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Sunday, 6th May 2018 @ 12:34:39 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

What an honor. I am awestruck, truly. Thank you for your generous perceptions and gracious compliments. You have hung a painting of me for all to see and I am so appreciative of the time and effort you spend reading my poetry. Thank you.
softerware (Jaye)

Re: Jaye (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 6th May 2018 @ 06:52:05 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

your captivating style is more than just
style. You write like an original and I do not know if it
is just poetry, or dialogue, that makes me think.
You know, the beauty of words, to make one think.
Lots of things stick without saying to many. The hero
takes you by the hand and shows you around town,
this memory before memory that might shape who one
becomes, perhaps silent or shy, maybe who starts off
only listening, and then brash, cutting edge, yet still
so young with so much time left in adolescents,
And then, wham. The adult, or something like that.
The expectation, and the running thin of expectations,
maybe later on in afterthought some sinking feeling one
has, feeling kind of small, not really having the sense
to compete or feel cool, or to be one of the cool people.

Anyway, you go on, you go on and get past all that.
Yet, still it never leaves. The willow tree is there
when you were bold, and you were innocent, where
you would lay underneath, thinking about your hero,
who took you around town, and where you were introduced to others and pretended to be just
like all of them, and you listened, and nodded,
even though you never understood.

Anyway, Durango - this is what you have the ability
to conjure up. You have great talent!

Peace!

Re: Jaye (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Monday, 7th May 2018 @ 01:19:55 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

What a lovely tribute to a star!

Re: Jaye (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Tuesday, 22nd May 2018 @ 11:42:15 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Echo all comments above!

Invierno

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