ATT POETRY PEOPLE

A tear rolls down my cheek,

softly climbing down my face,

the pain’s built up inside of me,

over Leiby Kletzky’s case.

The horror of this murder,

the atrocious, nasty crime,

has brought all jews together,

in such a terrible time.

We cannot be consoled,

the loss is just too great,

the merciless, awful man,

to reality can’t relate.

We stand by wordlessly,

not knowing what to say,

how can we comfort the family

of the pain we can’t repay.

The sobs are heard around us,

the tears are shed so real,

the agony of our community,

the anguish of this ordeal.

Please Kletzkys know we’re with you,

though words we cannot find,

to ease the hurting in your hearts,

with our pain it does bind.

Thank you. I write when emotions overcome me and I need to express it in some way.

Shivasarbetamuz,

a gloomy, hard day,

how can we change ourselves

and improve in some way?

Do we want to try?

to amend our actions?

We’ve lost our true focus,

from secular distractions.

We can mourn over a tragedy,

shed a tear over the present,

yet it seems to be impossible,

being forced to cry we resent.

We’ve completely lost the feeling,

no longer can we relate,

because its been so many years,

since that day of an awful fate.

Blabla – your talent and maturity astound me. I am in awe of the amazing words you are able to put together to bring such profound messages. I know that you will soon be healthy and using your talents to achieve even more success. I predict some type of journalistic career for you – I could even envision you as professor of English literature. You will achieve great things as you are a great person with a wonderful soul.

A stab in my heart,

a painful word,

tears flow like a river,

my cries unheard.

I try to ignore,

I try to forget,

yet i can’t get over it,

I still remain upset.

I try to embark,

on the journey to forgive,

yet I can’t shake it off,

with the wound I still live.

I’m falling apart,

my heart is bleeding,

I’m broken right through,

my soul is weeping.

Alone in the dark,

the tunnel seems endless,

struggling to hang on,

I remain friendless.

I’m drowning in anguish,

a sea of distress,

bitten by remarks,

they continue to oppress.

When will I be rescued?

will I survive?

can I hang on to the string?

will I come out alive?

Not usually very into poetry but figured I will give it a shot. Let me know what you guys think, open for suggestions:

A child’s plea:

Mother, trust me.

I am fully grown,

I can go alone.

Mother says no,

Alone, please don’t go,

Please!, is the child’s plea,

And mother finally does agree.

Full of confidence,

Bursting with independence,

On his journey, he sets out.

Soon, mother I will see without a doubt.

The way seems longer,

The worries grow stronger.

Regret, uncertainty and fear,

Mother, I wish my cries, you can hear.

A search set into motion,

We search with all our devotion.

A boy has been lost,

We must find him at any cost.

The days go by.

We cant help but cry.

Oh, Father above!

Please, return him with love.

The news broke.

Our emotions choke.

Is it true?

I won’t be seeing you?

The journey has ended.

Though not as intended.

Called from on high.

For reasons only Hashem knows why.

We are all on a way.

Our Father in heaven says don’t stray.

I am grown, I am strong!

How can I go wrong?

In just one wrong turn,

You can sadly learn,

Someone who seems to “care”,

Is actually the enemy who brought you there.

Hear your Fathers voice.

Make the right choice.

It is you who will gain,

And loyal to him you shall remain.

Surrounded by bars,

its dark and so cold,

locked in a jail,

so rustic and old.

the stench in the room,

the mice scurrying around,

isolated from the world,

I cannot hear a sound.

Down on my knees,

groping in the dark,

I’m feeling for something,

a source of hope, a spark.

I grab hold of something,

its smooth and so thin,

a paper to write on,

a chance to begin.

I hold my precious pen,

the only other thing with me,

the combination is perfect,

I can write-that’s the key.

The tears flow

my pen flies in motion,

I’m telling my story,

its filled with emotion.

I weep as I write,

express all my pain,

i just hope this letter

will not be in vain.

As I finally conclude,

I fold it so neatly,

slip it out in the crack,

I can now rest completely.

I drift off to sleep,

dreaming on and on,

of the day I’ll be free,

the day it’ll be dawn.

I awake with a jolt,

I shake with such fright,

a light streams in,

I gasp at the sight.

My mother runs towards me,

embraces me with love,

she’s come to my rescue,

a messenger from above.

I am now a free bird,

I’m released, unbound,

I’ve restarted my life,

happiness I’ve found.

In reality I’m not there,

I’m still in this prison,

but now I’ve got a dream

I can hope for a reason.

Don’t know if this makes any sense, just what came out.

“I’m making a kiddush tomorrow in shul

I want you all to know why.

Ten year ago, this very day

I tried very hard to die.”

Minyan Gal, your words are inspiring to those

Who are caught in the midst of depression’s throes

That life does get better with more things to do

You’ve displayed that by becoming a more observant Jew

You’ve used this time to be a support to members here

You’ve extended help to blabla, displaying you truly care

You are indeed the CR’s lymericist extraordinaire

You’re truly a great poet as well, to be fair

SO glad you had these extra ten years here on earth

By now you probably recognize your great worth

Looking forward to hearing from you till 120

Hope you publish your work, for readers you’ll have plenty!

blabla

You should be published.

It’s amazing how you can keep ‘spitting out’ such amazing, heartrending poems.

Thanks evreybody for your feedback and encouraging words. Much appreciated.

Here is another one, let me know what you think.

My pain,

So insane.

My soul aches,

My heart breaks.

Why oh why?

My heart does cry.

A soul so pure,

Is not with us anymore.

A candle once so bright,

Has faded into the night.

Too much for me to bare,

I wish this pain was not here.

Can’t you see my cry?

Oh One on high.

When will it cease?

Hear my prayers please.

My little one,

I love you like a son.

It hurts me too,

I cry along with you.

You are too young to understand

All the details that are at hand.

Out of darkness comes light.

Everything will be alright.

Life is a test,

You have to try to do your best.

Just open your heart,

And do your part.

The rest leave to me,

For I listen to every single plea.

What seems dark today,

In the future, can illuminate the way.

Wow! A very powerful message!

A long-awaiteed day,

of peace and much rest,

Shabbos for all,

we must pass this test.

We can’t work or strain,

We’re forced to resign,

to stop what we’re doing,

promised it’ll be fine.

To throw our hands up,

give all to the one above,

release our control,

and He’ll shower us with love.

The day we’re so spoiled,

we try to stay happy,

no mourning, no crying,

you just can’t be snappy.

Sometimes annoying,

so difficult to maintain,

our schedules are flodded,

Hashem promised to sustain.

The yetzer hara so strong,

desires consuming,

to just brush my hair,

a tiny bit more grooming.

Re-apply my makeup,

turn on my light,

I resist letting loose,

I hold on so tight.

Every time I slip,

I tumble and fall,

flick on that switch,

just make one call.

I arise just again,

try it once more,

ignore that strong pull,

on high levels I now sour.

its worth it, its true,

to battle that yearning,

you can start once again,

the tide you are turning.

omg, all these poems speak to me so personally!! I wish I was a talented writer. I wonder if that would help me feel any better…

You guys are all AMAZING!!! Hashem should shower you all with the happiness that you so deserve!!!

Lost in the dark,

a cave of pain,

i’m drowning in a nightmare,

i’ve got nothing to gain.

i shriek out in agony,

my cries pierce the air,

my wailing’s a tune,

my anguish can’t bare.

standing alone,

its cold and so frightning,

monsters and creatures,

thunder and lightning.

bewildered, distraught,

don’t know what to do,

abandoned, rejected,

no one to turn to.

“help” i cry out,

tears stream down my face,

I’m balling hysterically,

stuck in this place.

Battling my inner self,

Don’t know who is right,

a million voices and and powers,

a strong vicious fight,

my critic’s overpowering,

anorexia’s starving,

insecurities are winning,

holes in my heart carving.

i’m numb from grief,

i’m confused, in a daze,

i stand here helplessly,

hoping to catch someone’s gaze.

glued to trap,

not a word can I utter,

i remain in the night,

i have chills, i shutter.

its gloomy and rainy,

freezing to death,

no warmth, no support,

can’t catch my breath.

Hashem hear my pleas,

i can tolerate no more,

You know I can’t go on,

You’ll help me I’m sure.

I’ve read some of the poems on here and I think they’re great Think this idea is such a good one; a place people can have as an additional outlet.

It’s kind’ve hard for me to share my stuff but I’m trying to get better at it and not be so critical…

This is just 1 poem I wrote one time, fast so might need to be worked on..here goes:

I tried so hard

to stay afloat

I tried so hard

to get out

I tried so hard

to forget

I could not try

to forgive

was not given

any reason

nothing was earned

for that right to try

I tried so hard

I was alone

I tried so hard

to not hate them

I tried so hard

to get to where

what they had tried so hard

to make disappear

I tried so hard

the way so long

I tried so hard

had to try harder

I still am

trying

but I am

getting there

I always was

I always knew

that I would

if I

tried so hard

kept at it

and had You

there for me

I figured out

I would if I tried

become so much

stronger

I learned so hard

that you can’t forget

I learned

the hard way

the importance

to look back

to see vividly

It’s hard

to work through

but I am

getting there

I try so hard

to not hate you

can’t you tell

how hard this is

for me

so please give me space

finally

you don’t know

what you did

you tried so hard

to pick and choose

was convenient

what works for you

you say you care

you don’t see

you don’t know

I try so hard

just back off

I’m trying

I hope one day

I’ll look back and see

all the pain i endured,

what I’ve come to be.

I hope one day,

I’ll stand up so straight,

confident and happy,

in a solid state.

the day I’ll turn back,

see my hard past,

and how I’ve been strengthened,

to remain, to last.

i’ll see all my struggles,

heartbroken sighs,

I’ll understand why it happened,

through a new set of eyes.

my agony no more,

my hurt just forgotten,

the day I’ll realize,

my ideas were rotten.

But hashem please help me,

show me the way there,

the path to recovery

of mending and repair.

thru the arts-I wish I was really that strong in my emunah 🙁 but thanks for your encouragement!

okay, my friend wrote this, she is actually AMAZING . It’s really pure entertainment to read.

the garret girl

And I always listen politely

And make the expected comments

After all, the story brings people pleasure

And the truth brings pain to all who know it,

At least,

It tears me apart,

It was hardly a tower

More a little house with an attic

But to the mind of a little girl

That garret was the most wondrous site-

A place for all sorts of games,

That her story

Is set in a tower

She was such an ordinary child

I still wonder at the story-

And I am scarcely a cruel hag

For the sake of some herbs-

As her aunt

I took her in and raised her

Along with my own brood

After the early death of her mother

As I study it along

The history and the tale

I must say it was her father

The foolish fellow in the story

Who cut bargains with evil women

After stealing from their gardens

And the negligent father in the gaudy hat

Who left the girl-

Clothing, feeding, raising-

To me

When the crowds at the fair

Tugged at his ribbon-selling wallet

Oh and then he would come

And disappear with her for a day or two

While my motherly heart

Turned my grey head whiter;

And the lass would return

Festooned with ribbons

And dreamy eyed with the compliments and looks

From the customers

Her hair was pretty-

Not wondrous as the minstrels paint it

But pretty with the soft brown

Of a kitten I once found on my doorstep

And her father would sell his scraps

By winding the prettiest through

The soft locks

To milk big gold coins

From reluctant pockets

Every season after he left

I would reaffirm

My commitment

To refuse the next time;

I would look at the red rimmed eyes

Of the tender-hearted daughter

Who believed his promises every time

Promises to take his princess with him

Love her

Cherish her

And every time

He left the weeping eyes and took the clinking coins

My soul broke

At the thought of my wholesome little niece

At the ribbon market

Selling rags for her rascal of a father

With such love beaming from her eyes-

The warm love

That drawing the cold coins-

And my girl

Was seeing sights, meeting people, hearing language

I wanted her innocent little heart far away from

And so

One fine autumn

I think it was the year she turned sixteen

When he came along

With satchels bleeding a rainbow of ribbons

I stood at my threshold

And refused to let him pass

He blustered and bellowed

That I stole the only daughter of a loving father

Swore revenge

But I stood my solid ground

And my girth filled the doorway

So he left disappointed;

I thought the child was unaware

Of the scene

And returned to my hearth and spiced the stew

Without a thought for the girl in the garret

And as the moth flutters desperately to the lethal light

Her little fingers gathered the long sacred ribbons

She kissed each evening

And she braided them tightly

Bound them to the window frame

And climbed down-

Leaving everything I had even given her behind-

Tender little heart

Feeling she no longer deserved my love-

And I knew not a thing

Until I called for her aid

In the task she treasured-

Crushing the herb she loved-

Releasing the pungent odor

And perfuming the cottage

With the scent of rapunzel-

Oh- that scoundrel!

She was last seen having rejoined him

And the lout took her far from my embrace

Knowing that I would come with a vengeance

And rescue her

With the support of the neighbors

So he took her far

Bedecked with ribbons

And when he reappeared

Years later

With more ribbons

And no girl in tow

And a gleam of victory in his eye

I burned the braided ribbons

Consecrated by her kisses

In full confidence

That she would not return

And so I wonder at the tale

Of a princess captive in a tower

Long tresses

And a loving prince

Sung by festooned minstrels

When I think of my little niece

Hopefully safely ensconced

In the embrace of a decent grave

But probably wandering in dark alleys

On a loving aunt

Drowning in a sea of misery,

overtaken by a wave,

the ocean is so stormy,

I just can’t be saved.

Falling off the cliff,

I’m tumbling lower and lower,

it doesn’t have a bottom,

the rescue is just slower.

HELP! It’s never ending 🙁 I want to die…

I wish I can restart,

begin a new, fresh slate,

Change my wrong actions,

have a good fate.

I wish I can turn around,

undo what i’ve done,

trade negative and positive,

switch darkness to sun.

Reborn again,

build a life once more,

learn from mistakes,

happiness restore.

Choose my parents,

siblings and cousins,

have money from the tree,

loose weight by the dozens.

Be skinny and pretty,

look clean and shine,

sparkle and glitter,

look tip top and fine.

Marry the right guy,

raise your children to be great,

maintain your own joy,

to others try to relate.

I wish I could switch,

mend my old ways,

what have I got in this life?

to die, it pays? 🙁

Blabla

You’ve got so much talent in the writing arena

Hashem obviously gave you ???? and ????

This last poem of yours shows yearning and hope

With these ingredients you’ll be able to cope

You say that you’d like to start a clean slate

That’s what TSHUVA’s for, it’s never too late

That will undo what you say you have done

And become positives; negatives-you’ll have none 🙂

You know you can’t change the circumstances of your birth

But you surely can increase your feelings of self-worth

It’s hard to be self-critical 24/7

No wonder you think of moving on to heaven

Your avoda right now seems to be

Finding the good in yourself constantly

You wouldn’t want treif food be part of your digestion

Onaas dvorim is treif to your neshama and disposition

Waiting to hear you list the good in you you’ve found

Which should mitigate the times you beat yourself to the ground

With G-d’s help we’re confident you can surely do it

When you succeed be”H, we’ll all say “We just knew it!”

Blabla

By one nasty comment your world has shattered

Previous supportive comments here seem not to have mattered

On which one you’d like to focus? You can choose

The positive, uvacharta bachayim, is the way of us Jews

It’s fine to write when you feel negative, blabla.

It just seemed as if you didn’t read the poem right before that one, and I was trying to get you to see the positive side, too…It’s just too hard to concentrate on mostly the negative

you were so not offensive, plz don’t think that you were 🙂

You are quite talented yourself, young lady.

Just please read the messages in the poems that were penned for you.

Digest them.

Because YOU are awesome.

Dave

You absolutely didn’t offend

Enjoyed your poems to no end

You display such depth & emotion

Strength & spiritual devotion

Looking forward to your next installment

Which b’ezras Hashem will be imminent

Don’t let us wait too long

In the meantime, be well & stay strong!

blabla-

my heart reaches out, my tears do flow,

i feel your anguish, your suffering and woe.

i know this sounds strange- but there’s a game you might try,

it helps when your low, it helps you to fly.

try and think of only the good-whenever something isn’t right

when something goes wrong- try with all of your might.

if one thing comes at you that really is hard,

start to think of why you should be thankful- your heart it will guard.

i’m sorry if this poem isn’t written so well,

if you nees me to explain it in prose just give a yell