Below are the 9 most recent journal entries recorded in The Poetry Room's LiveJournal:

Thursday, June 30th, 2011
10:04 pm [rozxco]	Razxca - Worchoor http://razxca.bandcamp.com/album/worchoor (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 12th, 2011
10:46 pm [alicescloset]	The Jungle I've got a real jungle in my own back yard. Over the fence, I did climb. Into the thickest trees and bushes, Into the wild and vines. Strange noises erupted as the birds made calls Telling the rest I had come. From under my trampling the living things fled. My feet pounding like a drum. I ran to the tallest tree I could find, Thew my arms 'round and squeezed. Found a good sturdy branch and started my climb. Not till the top am I freed. At the top of my tree, I let out a crow. Joining in the jungle's song. We sang our wild music, every creature crooned. We sang so loud and long. Then I heard a calling, Time to come and eat. I retreated from my tree. Mom says that my jungle makes me a wild child. But, I say,  the jungle is wild because of me. (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 18th, 2010
6:07 pm [ladycygnet]	Does anyone feel like a little bit of composition? It's been forever, but I miss the "opening line" game. If anyone wants to play, take the opening line, write a poem in any style that tickles your fancy, and then post your poem or a link to your poem in the comments section of this post. In this post, the opening line is "I want to steal your breath." Current Mood: creative (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 30th, 2005
3:18 am [ladycygnet]	Late Night Ramblings She lives on as an idea, An image stamped on a coin Her fingertips stretched to Heaven Her body bound to Earth Her heart is the ocean Full of salt tears and breaking On the unfeeling sand In a steady rhythm of grief Her howl is lost on the wind It is the wind Blowing across an endless desert A cry falling on deafened ears He feels her pain; hw knows Her heart aches and breaks Because he is out there somewhere Finding himself, but lost to her He hears her in an echo He feels her when he examines a rock He sees her in forest and stream She lives on in his dreams But he is unable to move He does not know how to reach her She is all and nothing To embrace her is to embrace the water She longs for him, yet At the same time, blocks his touch She pines for love, yet She remains afraid to recieve it She fears hurt; it comes so easily He fears pain; it happens so fast They both fear being wrong Both fear their desire is just a dream So they see each other through the mirror A dream, yet not a dream She is real; he is too But they cannot reach each other But, but, but... When he embraces himself, his arms are around her When she caresses her cheek, it is his hand Cold comfort, but comfort still The lovers' bodies long to touch After the whispers of a sweet dream They've seen each other at last But can dreams be made real? He catches a glimpse of her on a crowded street A flash of dark gold hair, and she is gone His dark eyes are burned on her memory Was their meeting real, or just a dream? She clutches the bedcovers fitfully A sob tears out of her throat To be so close, yet so far away To awaken all alone! And he lays in his bed, sleepless Loving the dream of her Yet missing the reality of her arms, her bed The touch of her warm lips against his And so the lovers are ketp apart by fate Living on in each others' hearts They may have never met, or they may be known And long for the someday when they can be one again Current Mood: melancholy (Comment on this)
Monday, September 5th, 2005
2:45 pm [ladycygnet]	Opinions Needed I'm beginning to think that we should allow anyone to post...at least, until we have a solid core of people who post regularly. (I've been bad about that lately, and I'm sorry.) What do you think? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, August 1st, 2005
1:31 pm [ladycygnet]	Trust Among the Ruins ( behind a cut because it's kind of long ) Current Mood: melancholy (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, July 29th, 2005
11:46 am [ektomage]	An Ironic Poem Okay, here's something I started writing back in Monterey in 1999, but didn't get around to starting over and actually finishing until... I think like a year or so ago, maybe.... Would've liked to have posted it in the old Poetry Room, so I might a well put it here.... An Ironic Poem Fuck poetry. Poetry is bullshit. Go get your own God-damned emotions. I don't want to make my pain sound pretty; it shouldn't rhyme, or "flow." I cannot feel in meter, nor in free verse emote. Life just isn't lyrical. Neither is it digital. It's analog, and all too rough- not just around the edges. It makes no sense, it's so unfair- (I spit that word, "unfair": a curse). It makes no effort to conform to any art or order; it's messy and inelegant, it holds no rhyme or reason. It cuts, but when it does, it uses not a surgeon's skill, and neither, one's precision; but hacks away- a jagged, rusty blade- as wielded by a madman. A poem is a lovely thing, and hence it is too lofty; too gracious an endeavour, sadly, for a world which hurts this badly. Aesthetics are my last concern, when my heart's been torn to pieces; my torment I will not compose in a style which blithely pleases. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 28th, 2005
1:04 am [ladycygnet]	Just to get things rolling... My Rosebud-Pink Girl Goodnight, my little rosebud-pink girl Angels sing you to sleep tonight Angels rock you in their arms Heaven is one long sweet dream I lay here on Earth, alone Crying bitter tears for you, my love I know you are in Heaven and happy Whole and perfect, dancing in clouds Your perfect little fingers and toes My fingers still remember caressing them My lips kissing your little jaw and cheek Over and over--a last kiss goodnight You never got to see the sunrise Or smell a fresh picked violet You never got to pet Sisko Or take a ride on Shade's back But I know you're waiting for me My perfect little rosebud-pink girl With dark eyes, your father's nose And a sweet, serene smile The world wasn't worthy of you And maybe we weren't worthy either But you have strengthened our friendship You have given us a common goal I don't know what God has planned But my heart is aching still For my perfect little rosebud-pink girl Sleeping sweet and safe in Heaven... (C)RLO 5/1/05 In loving memory of Naomi...three months and counting, little one... Current Mood: tired (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 26th, 2005
11:05 pm [ladycygnet]	Welcome! This group was created in memory of The Poetry Room at www.the-park.com. All poets and poetry lovers are welcome here! Constructive criticism is welcome; destructive criticism (flaming or trolling), however, is not. Mild teasing is okay, as long as the intent is affectionate. As always, this group is a work in progress. Please bear with me as I get it all put together. ~Rebecca Current Mood: accomplished (3 Comments |Comment on this)