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 16:35:42 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] => 81440 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Waking Up [time] => 2005-01-25 15:50:29 [hometext] => not one of my best…I haven’t written in a while… its just about well, growing up basically i think many people will be able to relate. [bodytext] => My eyes - drowsy
My hands- limp
My mind - frozen.
Knives playing with my fingertips.
Streams of black lace
That corrupt the tender eyes.
Hiding, always hiding.
Hiding - telling lies.
Light so weakly hits me
My body bursts in tears
My mind is tuning in now
I think its finally clear.
My eye are waking up now
From a dream so wrongly slept
Their seeing the opportunity with its catch
To life with its regrets.
Accepting, or at least trying to
The world at these fingertips -
Now empty.
As they trace the memories that use to be
Touching upon its blood ever oh so faintly.
Growing up now.
Learning.
Becoming who I am.
Growing up
I’m seeing -
Life’s a bigger man.
Restlessly flowing hours to the next.
Growing, cant you see?
Open you eyes and see what has
Become of me!
Can you see me now?
I’m waking up!
No cutting…now I’m free
Of the demon that was so fond of me.
I’m waking up!
I’m growing!
My eyes are slowly showing
Bits and pieces of my soul
As I become a perosn I hope to love and know.
The process of loving oneself is tricky,
A subject I’ve repeated.
But I’m ready now.
I’m ready to reach the top.
Haven’t you heard?
I’ve woken up.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 21 [informant] => xxbreathlessx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Waking Up

Contributed by xxbreathlessx on Tuesday, 25th January 2005 @ 03:50:29 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

My eyes - drowsy
My hands- limp
My mind - frozen.
Knives playing with my fingertips.
Streams of black lace
That corrupt the tender eyes.
Hiding, always hiding.
Hiding - telling lies.
Light so weakly hits me
My body bursts in tears
My mind is tuning in now
I think its finally clear.
My eye are waking up now
From a dream so wrongly slept
Their seeing the opportunity with its catch
To life with its regrets.
Accepting, or at least trying to
The world at these fingertips -
Now empty.
As they trace the memories that use to be
Touching upon its blood ever oh so faintly.
Growing up now.
Learning.
Becoming who I am.
Growing up
I’m seeing -
Life’s a bigger man.
Restlessly flowing hours to the next.
Growing, cant you see?
Open you eyes and see what has
Become of me!
Can you see me now?
I’m waking up!
No cutting…now I’m free
Of the demon that was so fond of me.
I’m waking up!
I’m growing!
My eyes are slowly showing
Bits and pieces of my soul
As I become a perosn I hope to love and know.
The process of loving oneself is tricky,
A subject I’ve repeated.
But I’m ready now.
I’m ready to reach the top.
Haven’t you heard?
I’ve woken up.

Copyright Â© xxbreathlessx ... [ 2005-01-25 15:50:29]
(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: Waking Up (User Rating: 1 )
by dream_protector_bp on Tuesday, 25th January 2005 @ 04:02:44 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Absolutely great poem. i like it alot, the visuals are good too. great write

dp_bp
-barry

Re: Waking Up (User Rating: 1 )
by zenmind on Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 05:24:17 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I thought that this poem had a very mature voice to it. I appreciate that. I'm glad that the poem was about the process of growing up, but instead of it being a "depressed" write, it had an undertone of hope and freedom.

I’m waking up!
No cutting…now I’m free
Of the demon that was so fond of me.
I’m waking up!
I’m growing!

I think that what makes this an especially mature poem is your awareness of what is hardest about growing up, (at least in my opinion) and that is having the attitude of love and acceptance towards ourselves. That's been the hardest thing for me to learn, and now I also feel like I am learning to do that more and more every day. And I agree it is a feeling of growth and freedom.

As I become a person I hope to love and know.
The process of loving oneself is tricky,
A subject I’ve repeated.
But I’m ready now.
I’m ready to reach the top.
Haven’t you heard?
I’ve woken up.

Be True,
zenmind

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