Does anyone have a poem on starting over? I just got divorced and am looking for a poem on new beginnings?

Question

I am a single mother, I was in an abusive relationship and just recently got divorced, does anyone have poems?

Answer 1

"I once felt I lived in a pit of SLIME,
drowning wasn't an option.
I emerged and wiped, to cleanse myself
and got on with LIFE and it's actions."

Steven Wolf 2007

Answer 2

Start Over Poem

Answer 3

Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself" - too long to cut and paste


Invictus
William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.




Ithaka
Constantine Cavafy

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

Answer 4

The man with the ugly heart. An elderly man went to heaven and upon his arrival there, he was asked by someone, why is your heart so ugly? It has holes and dents and is ripped and torn and shattered and even has pieces missing! The elderly man smiled and said, for every one I have loved and helped in my life time, I did it by giving them a piece of my heart.

Might not be a poem of new beginnings, but a reminder to how we should all be before the end. Love one another and be kind to one another.

Answer 5

I am strong-

To live with it
or against it
To die trying
or control it
As the winds
damage me
and my life
my children
i am cluttered
and torn apart
I can't seem to see
what i did wrong
He seemed so nice and sweet
like honey from the buzzing bee
The flowers, the love, it all
made me so happy and whole

Now, you can't control me
no more!
You can't love me
anymore!
You will not hurt me
nevermore!
I am strong
Strong to be loved
by a family that can love me
That can take care of me
Respect me
Be loyal to me
Be caring to me
Maybe not for long
But it is the time that
i will live for to be away

I can't believe you
Or me...
How you made a fool
out of me...
How we hurt each other
But who cares about you,
Leave me be
And let me go
So i can fly so far away
Be with yourself
Let us be
I can be strong
I will be brave
I cannot die like this!
Where for art thou soul mate?
Can you love me?
Can you care for me?
i need you...
Never be so alone again...
thank you.

Answer 6

Absolutely. This is really anonymous, but is attributed to Vernica Shoffstall erronelosuly.


After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company isn't security.
(Kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises.)

After awhile you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain
and the inevitable has a way of crumbling in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you stand too long in one place.

So, you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers.
And you learn you really can endure,
that you really do have worth.
You learn that with every good-bye comes the dawn."


Author Unknown


Who wrote "Comes the Dawn"???


It is an ongoing dispute.

I had first credited this poem it to Veronica Shofftall. I received an e-mail from someone telling me that Veronica wrote it. There have been several versions of this poem. Usually it is attributed to "Unknown" because there is no official copyright owned by anyone.

Before you write to tell me that this poem was written by Veronica Shofftall, please read an e-mail that I got from Judith Evans in September of 2004. (By the way, her e-mail address is now invalid) Pay close attention to the wording and spelling. Would a learned person and fluid poet say "there own spin"?

"Just thought you'd like to know, Comes the Dawn (sometimes called "After a While", or "You Learn") was written by ME a loooong time ago. decades and decades! You see it in many forms, usually attributed to someone, often a "Veronica Shofftall" and supposedly even copyrighted by her. (She even included it in a self
e-published collection called "Mirrors and Other Insults", which she then had to remove from the internet because. like, it's not written by her!) There are several "renditions". No doubt, someone picked it up and wanted to put there own spin on it. Odd. This is probably one of the most plagiarized poems in the world! And I didn't make a DIME off it!
This is the real rendition (as you can see, it actually has the phrase "comes the dawn" which VS didn't bother to include in her spin):
I was young and stupid. I let it get out in the public sector and kick myself in the behind every time I see it, or a rewritten version of it, being claimed by this person, that person or attributed to "Author Unknown". I don't know who Veronica Shofftall is (or any of the other people that may lay claim to it) but I have gotten tired of seeing her name (or theirs) all over my work. She needs to go write her own poem.


Not that it makes any difference now. I just wanted to let you know, for the record, because it was on your site.


Judith B. Evans


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Now, before you believe that Judith Evans wrote it, read my reply below, and the information
I recently received from a man named Lorenzo.

Judith,
You and I corresponded about this a year ago. Someone recently wrote to me and told me the poem was written by Veronica, and I quoted your e-mail to her. And I got to thinking, that if you wrote it a looooong time ago, you would not use such words like "like" as I've highlighted in your e-mail below. That phrase sounds like a California valley girl of the 90's. How old are you, anyway? It sounds like it was written by a mature, learned person. That phrase and your entire e-mail (and forgive me for saying this) almost, but doesn't quite sound like a learned person wrote such a moving poem. But, then, who is to know or judge? Not I.
If you did write it, know that it has touched millions of hearts and meant a great deal to most people reading it, and rewards aren't always monetary. If you wrote it, just look at what you've written and what it has meant to so many people. Realize how it has touched their hearts. People usually get rewarded for helping others in untold ways. Karma does exist in our world. Just wanted you to know this if you did, indeed write it. If you wrote it, shame on Veronica. If she wrote it, shame on you. There are, indeed, kooks in the world who need attention. Me, I would rather not ever be noticed than to claim I wrote something that I didn't.

Most recently I got an e-mail from a man named Lorenzo saying that Jorge Luis Borges (August 24, 1899 – June 14, 1986), who was an Argentine writer and considered one of the foremost literary figures of the 20th century, wrote a poem titled "Y Uno Aprende" which he says was translated by the others who claim it. On August 30, 2007, I got another e-mail saying Borges wrote it.

You can read a huge argument over who wrote it on
http://www.emule.com/2poetry/phorum/read.php?4,27156,40760
Personally, when I find that more than one person claims authorship,
I know that one of them is lying, so I don't credit anyone. It amazes me that people can be such liars.

The mystery deepens. Since there is no proof, I say the author is Unknown and Unproven.


Actually, the only thing that matters is that the poem has been meaningful to hundreds, if not thousands,
of people, and that should be enough credit for the real author.
Moral: If you write something prophetic, get it copyrighted.