Levini's poetry

[levini]

Hey . Its been a while since I updated this old post (Main reason was that I didn't have any of my other poems Since I left them saved to a computer at my old school. Well My English teacher Emailed all my old poems to me (I didn't know I emailed her the poems. Im so happy))
Anyhow, I was working on a child book project ( you have to See the book Its so Freaking awesome and crafty!! ) and I just made this poem up for the project , and Decided to share

In The Grass

I lay in the grass on a cool spring day.
Watching the clouds rush in the sky.
I count the blades soft in my hand.
As I lay in the downy grass.

Quicker than a stream, the night comes in.
The night brings memories of days spent
laying in the grass and watching the clouds.
I rest to the song of the wind, under the light
of the moon.

The clouds crying their forlornness,
beckon me awake from my deep sleep.
The water refreshes me, revitalizes me.
As I lay in the wet mucky grass.

Night comes again and in it the fog.
The fog that covers the land and
blankets the earth.
I lay asleep under the warm mist.
Comfortable in the grass.

[leefish]

Wow levini - that is really a good poem. You have a good command of the English language I think

[Nonni]

I was exploring the site and came upon another thing I had missed, Levini's Poetry

I am thinking you have held up the façade of silliness and hidden much of your abilities.
We all use energy consuming camouflage, some more than others. It is easy to do on the internet.

Poetry can be revealing. Thank you for sharing.

[levini]

Hey .. I found my original poetry anthology in my email account abd here is my first poem

Taking the mask off

As I write this poem, my mask is off, my feelings exposed, on a pristine white sheet with blue lines, for all to see.

My thoughts, my feelings exposed like a museum display for all to see. My mask hiding what’s inside ripping off like Velcro.

The demon trying to hold on to it breaks it, destroys it, it’s on the floor broken, dead, nothing, a painted mask of fake feelings on the floor.  

As the viewers disperse the demon comes out, trying to pick up the mask, trying to put it back together.  
The mask is gone, exposing what’s inside, exposing what was hiding all this time.

No one can control me, No one can mask me, I am my own soul, wanting to be heard, wanting to be shown

The me inside comes out, the façade melts away , the lies of who I am and who I am not disintegrate I am exposed .

The loss of my mask showed me that I can be free, free to be myself, free to live without a mask.


This is what poetry is about … freeing your soul taking your mask off and losing the everyday façade

[leefish]

hey I missed this post

I like this one Lev - well written, good use of vocab, I liked the way you tied up the museum to the viewers. Good image.

[levini]

I have more poetry if anyone still reads it.

hallucinogenic Sweetness

Day by Day
Night by Night
Zombies walk
Living breathing
Not dead
Not alive

Offices Homes
Schools and Churches
Zombies live in
Repeating the same
Over and over
Chasing one thing

Hallucinogenic Sweetness
Everyone chases
Only few get it
Just like ecstasy
Feels like poison
Yet it tastes divine

Some kill
Some die
Others sell their souls
For a taste
For a chance

Never what it is
Never what it’s worth
Suck the poison
No longer wanted
Hollow in the feeling
Yet divinity in the taste

Hallucinogenic Sweetness
Always chased
Always coveted
Tastes divine
Just like tea
But with poisoned ecstasy

(Note: ecstasy:
An overpowering emotion or exaltation; a state of sudden, intense feeling. Not referencing in any way to Drugs)

[leefish]

Interesting poem.

I am not quite getting what it is about though - its very Sgt. Pepper.

[levini]

I had something on it in my project, I should have added these, sorry.

Quote:We live in a world where people are growing losing touch with the meaning of everything, so absorbed into what is popular and what is “cool”.

Quote:One of those hidden meanings is in Hallucinogenic Sweetness. If you notice closely at the first paragraph of the reflection (Above Quote) you will find that that is what is refrenced to throughout the poem .just in case it isn't noticed, Hallucinogenic Sweetness for me means Fame, popularity and fortune. It is So divine, yet so Terrible. The zombies refrence to the people chasing this.