Hey guys! I absolutely love poetry and writing it makes it even more fun! Anyone want to share any of their original works or post a a favorite?

For starters here is a poem that I just finished working on. Comments would be greatly appreciated but please keep it constructive! I wish to improve my writing so offer any tips!

"at night"

Feeling the cold night
for some reason this feels right
the world quieter now
this peace I've found somehow

Clinging on to my coat
this love letter i wrote
to a forgotten lover
the one i once was after

This nightly wind blows
my memories stacked in rows
so here i am I suppose
with everything i had, there it goes

The wind blowing these memories
away from me, perhaps to the boundless seas
needing to start over again
no more strength my heart can lend

Staring at the empty night sky
to you i must say goodbye
the cold winter night is here
claiming my heart again i fear

For here I am alone
again, are there sins I must atone
the empty streets a testament
to my failures and wasted time I've spent

So here I am with this empty heart
more empty than it was from the start
I guess life can be this way
the many distractions that lead you astray



Walking down this road again
will I ever reach the end
no longer feeling so witty
As this nightly wanderer walks this forgotten city

It has a nice story, my only critique would be to make it flow smoother.

Not sure exactly how you are to accomplish that but that's my 2cents.

Nice poem mate.

Yeah, it does seem kind of blocky huh?

But thanks for replying! You got any poetry to share? I would love to read it!

oOo i really liked ur poem~! (/ouo)/ i don't write any poety... but i do liek reading it ^ - ^ i hopes u post some more of yours~ \o/

Whoa, this is...*sheds manly tears* something that you and you alone can compose. I always find it amazing that people from all over the world have unique yet aligned thoughts. (I tried as well)

- High School Sweethearts-

I can hold your hand
but never your heart.
In silence we understand
that we could never restart.

You’re too precious for me,
what I feel I won’t say.
I drown in this unfathomable envy
as I watch the both of you walk away.

My pillow drenched in tears,
night after night I pray
that you’ll be happy through the years
even if I couldn’t make you stay.

Every part of me is almost dead
but the world won’t mind and the stars will still shine
so I think I’ll move ahead
even if I wasn’t the lucky guy to call you mine.

beautiful work guys :)

My poetry isn't that beautiful. I'll post others sometime xD

Hope in bottom less pits
Hope in craters of dung
Hope in what we miss.
Why miss
The taste
Of death’s kiss?

Sweet the scorpion’s sting
White-
The lightning strike
Slow the poison’s work
Tight the thunder’s grip
Sing –
The chorus over and over
But –
The lyrics are missing…
The soul is missing
The tune is dismal
The piano is broke
And the key is awful
The wedding song sucks
And the marriage is a scam
The ring a thing?
The diamond shining
The baby is whining-
The couple is smiling
Without teeth-
We wear fake gold.
This is getting old?

Fate is marrying death
But we ain’t dying
We trying, but
God ain’t buying it-
SO….
Make like Count Dracula
And suck it all up-
Count to 10 and start all over again,
The cure is not in the knife-
It’s in the blood
It’s not in the gun
It’s in the trigger-
Do you believe in love written on a bullet?
No-
I believe in love written in blood
Wrenched in suffering
Conquering-
What makes the world go round
Is love…

Stiven December 31 2010 ©

>>6 I...I still need to grow up to understand the depth of your poem. I feel there's something in that, I just can't grasp it...yet.

What about haikus, though? I like them but mine's are too shallow.

I try to fit in
words that will make seventeen
syllables. I can't.

Half-melted ice cream

Dripping down the edge of the cone

Like a muddy river

On a scorching bright day

Your hands were sticky

And you hesitated to take mine

And you laughed at the childlike trail of

Chocolate dots

On the pale sand for the seagulls to peck at

Like a trail leading to

The greatest treasure in the world

I laced my fingers around yours

Ignoring the sticky ice cream mess in the

Gaps

Of your fingers

Hoping that they would glue our hands together

And we would never be torn apart

You smiled so brightly

I almost thought you as Apollo

So pure and gleaming

Not with just sunlight

But love

And I wouldn’t have minded

If my unworthy mortal body dropped dead

That very moment

So long as I would fall into your arms

I wanted to look you in the eyes that day

All day

I wanted to drown in that cerulean gaze

To dive into you and live in you

Forever and always

I wanted to tell you everything

Anything

In my heart

I wanted to say to you,

“I love you

I love you more than anything

You are

The most precious thing in the world

The sun rises every day

To smile down at you with its

Pearly grin

And the jealous moon chases it out of the sky

Just to be in your life

And none of them

Love you as much as I do

Not even close.”

But I didn’t

that dusty, faded day.

And now I never will.

Lovesick teenagers -_-

How long did we not see each other?
You were always beside me.
Just there, invading the shallow space
that should’ve been filled with void.

Since when did you grow so tall
that you could finally reach the
top shelf?

Since when did your shoulders
become so broad that I can’t even look
at the road ahead of us, unlike before?

Since when did your hair become
messier, darker and longer?

Since when did your voice become
so deep and assuring, so safe and sound,
so gentle?

Since when did your hands become
so big that you can wrap it around mine
with ease, since when did it become
this rough and calloused?

Since when did your eyes
become so intense and deep
and sincere and tranquil
at the same time?

Since when did you become
a gentleman, opening doors for me
and laughing at my jokes and
cooking for me?

Since when did you grow up?

Since when did I realise that
my old friend was gone and in
his place was this gentle stranger?

Since when…did I fall in love with you?

You guys are all awesome writers~

He's been f⊗ll⊗wing, staying in shad⊗ws.
What have I d⊗ne t⊗ deserve this t⊗rture?
Y⊗u can't fight him. He's a h⊗rrific f⊗e.
He plays with y⊗ur psyche, y⊗u'll break f⊗r sure.

Clad in a suit, a pr⊗fessi⊗nal being.
T⊗⊗ tall t⊗ be human, He's s⊗mething cruel.
The Symb⊗l attracts him, the 'x' in the ring.
He has n⊗ face. Blank. He pursues me, The F⊗⊗l.

I can't escape him. He kn⊗ws where I am.
He has f⊗ll⊗wers wh⊗ mask their faces.
Humans are n⊗thing t⊗ Him, less than lamb.
He'll catch and kill me. He always chases.

This sick hunt is ⊗ver when the prey dies.
⊗nly ⊗ne way t⊗ win: Deny Him his prize.

Here's a random poem I wrote a few months back. I would like to emphasize the word "random".

A pie passed me by
As the sky said to die
Like a fly in the rye.
Bill Nye the Science Guy!

There were none in the bun
But a nun on the run
With a ton of good fun.
G.U.N. Experimentation

A bee by the tree
Let it be said Mary
There's a flea in my tea.
Mr. T is Mr. T

They must hug and yet Flug
And a bug in a rug
With a pug once called Doug.
Dig Dug and a Moonshine Jug.

Though my poem is at home
And the Dome unlike Rome
Shiny chrome, fluffy foam.
Lordgenome needs a chest comb.

A third sheet shall repeat
With this treat of a beat
All the meat that is sweet.
The Egg Fleet is obsolete.

It acts coy like the boy
With a toy made of koi
And annoy not the soy.
Colonel Roy Mustang, oh joy!

Taking bleach to the beach
Helps you teach them to breach
But will leech fuzzy peach.
Halo Reach is unlike Bleach.

Ho hoe jo yo-yo yo
To the show we will go
But my toe must not grow!
SEGAshiro, my hero!

Time paradox it rocks
The locks of my new socks
But jocks cannot have flocks.
Goron walks are oft' road blocks.

Ich habe kein Karte
Die Spiele sind viele
Ich bringe erst diese
"Schwarze Sonne" ich höre.

PORTĀTUS SUM MALUS
MARCUS EST INVIDUS
DOMINUS ILLĪUS
JULĪUS CAESAR FLĀTUS

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One random poem I got from my blog~

Icy blue eyes like the wintry sky
never wavers and stares ahead.
The shattering resonance of a silent cry
accompanies the tears that are constantly shed.

Unsmiling lips and rosy cheeks,
why do you suffer all alone?
Seeing the days turn into weeks,
waiting is futile, you should have known.

Your hand that aches for her hand,
your heart that longs for her heart.
Everything’s done and yet you stand…
nothing can make your story restart.

Your heart froze in the pulse of time, together
with the memories that you thought was your everything.
All of this will make you ache but it won’t last forever
because that hurt will melt away with the presence of spring.

The dull ache, the unanswered calls and that unsent letter,
all of that, in time, you will forget.
Get your hands out of your pockets, things will get better.
Grab my outstretched hand, this you won’t regret.

Yeah! Its been awhile since been on this site. I'm glad that their are some people here willing to share their poems! All the poems I read here are wonderful!

Haha the random poem is pretty interesting!
Its great to be able to put down complex but raw emotions into a series of words held together by inspiration! Keep at it guys!

Here is another I would love to share with you guys! Hope you like it and enjoy it as much as I do :D

"As I stand upon this cliff"

as i stand upon this cliff
my eyes gazing at the sea
feeling the ocean spray
i look at her as she looks at me

so vast
her edges touching the sky
so captivating
her, i can never say goodbye

for even in my dreams
i still hear her call
the crashing of the waves
her sounds, i hear it all

no matter where i go
i still run back to her
sitting on this shore
where land and water blur

her waves
will always return
this never broken promise
this i have learned

so as I run alongside her
feeling her cool touch
i bask in this moment
never asking for much

this ocean
of my memories...

I love poems even they are hard to think in english~

''One as sacrifice for you,
second as sacrifice for me,
third as sacrifice for us.
Neither way, it's the way it would be''

Nice one ChibiIZa

Sacrifices are hard to in life, whether it be a life's dream, an unforgettable lover, or losing a part of yourself. The regret that sometimes follows can be inescapable, but that is what life is all about right? Sacrifice, pain, regret, all those will eventually make us better, stronger, wiser people. Life's experiences can either make us or break us, but as a famous poet once said
"Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry."

by: Muriel Rukeyser

I open my mouth to say
I love you
but instead I say
How are you?
I lean in for a kiss
But hesitate
and whisper in your ear instead
I want to stare at you,
to breathe with you,
to talk to you,
But instead
I stare at the ground
My breath is shared by no one
and the only sounds is the groans of my passion
It hurts to love yet not to love
So why do we love?

Like a ribbon, or a kite
On a windy day
I hold on just as tight
So that you won't blow away

I tighten my grip even more
So that You will not leave
Suddenly my arms get sore
Now I'm only holding on by only your sleeves

I close my eyes
So that i will not know if you had disappeared
I felt no sleeve, no warmth
I dare not open my eyes to confirm what i had feared

I never was good at flying kites
All those sleepless nights
Even though I never once opened my eyes
I know you're there, just you and I.

Truth be told, I can not call my writing poetry: if anything "prosetry" is more accurate. But, I'll try sharing some anyway, and hopefully it's not too terrible~ Or at least terrible in a negative way, hahah.

"Tell me you don't remember your dreams. Say that when you twitch rapid-eye movements, there's no S.O.S. morse code, that each breath isn't sounding the prison-break alarm. The ribs cage for a reason, to keep that traitor heart beating time against the ivory bars. No matter how many ventricles, valves, and safety-switches you add, it's not a precision part running your skeletal system, your respiratory factory. It beats, it races, it pounds your chest. Caging the beast won't make it tame.

It's just like Disney always told us: a dream is a wish your heart makes.

What does the caged tiger dream of? What does the caged bird? Are there stripes of a different colour, do those feathers still remember how to fly? Or do heavens rage, the angels all pinioned? Does the jungle prowl hungry through the bone-cavity labyrinth? Through the hallowed ground, for prey, for prayers? There's a truth here, coming to call, singing down your veins, howling through the skull sutures, breaking through the barricade. Robins, crows, wild-cats, all coming to roost, held close to your red-breast.

hush, babe, hush
a little night terror is nothing to cry about"

I stare at your hand
and I wonder how it feels
like to hold the world
that's within my reach.

My heart is aching
but you won't hear
because your heart is
beating for someone else.

Your smile that was never
meant for me, I still
think about it. I like
the way your eyes crinkle up.

As I walk, I wonder why
it can't be me. I've stood
by you for as long as I can
remember, why can't it be me?

I'm not as tall as him,
nor am I as handsome, but
I can take care of your
heart better than him.

My hands can consume yours,
I can make you laugh genuinely.
Don't you want the the days
when you laughed your loudest back?

Spring is in full season here in Texas so I decided to post one of my spring poems to share!


Warm breezes
the sun on our face
this feeling of happiness
as we explore this place

The flowers are in bloom
I bestow one upon your hair
your careless smile
us walking without care

The lake shimmers
the radiant rays shine
for this moment now
your heart is mine

Your hand warm
your hair flowing
this smile so majestic
your heart glowing

The world is ours
my heart yours
being with this beautiful girl
the one that everyone adores

Lets run
to the top of hills
and through forests so sincere
lets do all our fanciest wills

For now we are free
there is no sorrow or pain
in this special moment
there is no loss, only gain

So come
lets walk some more
the day is still new
there is still more in store


Happy Spring guys!

A haiku I have just composed...

Spring is in the air.
Which would be cool, except that
everything's still gray.

I like listening to Nujabes as I lay in bed. I like lying here listening to sweet beats and melodies as the afternoon sunlight comes streaming into my room through my half closed blinds; I like closing my eyes and seeing the sounds. I like being able to feel them. My chest swells and my heart…sings. I feel a small smile tug at my lips. I am happy. I have escaped. 'Light as a feather in air drifting away from this hurt and despair.' I have been taken away. With my eyes closed all that exists to me now is the rhymes filling my head accompanied by instrumentals so wonderful. Music is mine fueling my soul eternal. If only my life could consist of just this—Beats and melodies, afternoon sun and a cozy bed. Pure bliss is what this is.

I'm not sure if this is poetry, but it flows like a poem to me I think. I hope you guys like it!

@Ekajra: Aww, its been raining over there? It had been nothing but sunshine and blue skies here that I am actually wanting the rain to come!

@Soma: I love Nujabes! His blend of hip/hopish beats combined with smooth instrumentals are sublime! His music is something really good to jam to driving down the beach with the windows rolled down during the late afternoon catching the sunset.

Poetry to me are the true words from you heart, so as long as if it comes from you heart, then anything is poetry :D

If you don't mind me asking, what is your favorite Nujabes song Soma? Mine is Aruarian Dance.

For those who want to listen to this wonderful song, here is the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8In-TG4b_TA

Enjoy!

@Jearman Well, I live in Minnesota, so generally for a little while into the spring the ground is still rather dull even with all the snow gone.

I actually don't mind the rain that much! Also, another haiku, which I thought of during school:

Writing a haiku;
running out of syllables
is a pain in the...

@Ekjra: Oh I see, wow Minnesota! That is pretty far off north! Clever haiku :D
by the way. Here is one of mine I wrote randomly the other day:

days drifting away
watching the fast moving world
floating on a cloud

time spent reflecting
a reprieve from the chaos
just thinking, silence

far away, i'm here
are you trying to find me?
searching for myself

@ Jearman
Oh, man Nujabes is wonderful. He is the reason why I got into hip-hop after despising it for most of my life, and hip-hop really has changed my life in numerous ways. His music also gets me through a lot, calms me and such when I need it to.

Arurian Dance is a fantastic song! I love the guitar. I don't listen to this song every often though.

Hm, my favorite song? I have so many...I really enjoy listening to the Luv Sic parts with Shing02; those songs are what first got me into Nujabes. As for more instrumental I'll have to say Reflection Eternal. I also really love Ordinary Joe. Gosh, I could go on and on haha.

How did you get into Nujabes?

@ Soma: His instrumentals are amazing right! It's true, hip-hop isn't what it used to be. Back in the day I loved it, but now its so saturated in pop culture, sex, drugs, and other superficial things.

Haha, I got into Nujabes because of Samurai Champloo. Fly by Night is what really going. One by one I started listening to his other songs and I slowly become hooked! I was sad to realize though that I became a fan AFTER he died. May he rest in peace.

If you got any songs to suggest I would be more than happy to jam to them :D

I am a picture.
The picture is me.
Then I notice in the middle of the night
cables are being laid across the street.
And I wonder
who is laying these cables?
where are they running, the to and the fro?
do they make a pretty picture?
is the picture me?

And I go outside and look at the cables.
And I speak to the cable-mans and I say.
These are my foreheads and my elbows?
those are my waists and my brainstems and necks?
where are my faces, cable-mans I say?
do they make a pretty picture?
is the picture me?

And the cable-mans say
we are your faces.
We work so hard in the middle of the night
laying cables and faces and waists and brainstems
and arms and legs and we are your legs.
Oh legs, I say.
do they make a pretty picture?
is the picture me?

Is I am a picture?
is the picture is me?

This is a happy place
This big and empty space
The idea that wanders in my mind
Its to hard to find
This happy place...

Trees whisper all around
In serenity they surround
You feel the bliss in your ears
As though it becomes everything you hear

Sun is in set
As though you both have just met
orange and yellow colors the sky
And the colors that makes you cry

Where the sun met the road
Is where you intend to go
You feel the need to walk
And breath and talk

A peaceful wind...
And all your sins
They hardly speak
And you, hardly weep

You'd wish time would stop
So that the sun won't fall
So the wind won't drop
And interrupt the whispers of all

Lets stop there
Because here...
Night would come
And so it may seem dumb

This is a happy place...

Phew...This was a poem i made about my happy place, just made it on the spot :) i just felt like writing that. Because i feel so peaceful right now. I just wish that this place was real, so i can take long strolls down that road.

Back in '93 hip-hop and rap was still about sex and drugs --they were just more eloquent about it I think. I like hip-hop that spits mad rhyme, haha. I want to be able to catch a verse and smile, you know?

I have a Samurai Champloo OST! I just haven't watched the series yet, I've been meaning too however. Yeah, it's a shame such talent had to leave us so soon. He still lives however, he's left quite a legacy. As they say: rest in beats.

You should just listen to all the albums :) They're all wonderful and so are all of his songs. I might start a share thread on the music board and I'll for sure put a Nujabes album up for you

So, a couple poems dedicated to the crazy weather we've been having lately.

Minnesota weather is a
wet, sticky, and messy affair.
Snow in April? Seriously?
And still never a snow day!

Snowing in April,
like the weather be trolling.
Thanks global warming!

Of course, it had all melted by the afternoon.

last Friday was the last day in school .This was the last time i see my school mates and friends...
thats why i wrote a poem to all my friends :3



Song of the sea

Oh tell me
why there is salt in the sea
because of the tears
you dropped for me?

or was it your anger and hate
which tried to rub salt in my wound?
how long do you want to wait?
Just take a look around
before it is to late

You will see nothing but water
can`t you realize that you are alone?
what are you after?
your soul and your emotions are all your own
So turn back to your beloved home

you can´t forget the song
which the sea is singing
but you know it is not wrong
for a new beginning

I am now part of the sea
part of all water you see
So i will be everywhere
but mostly in your heart
So turn around
even if it´s hard

And whenever you are sad or depressed
just think about the song
the deep blue sea is singing
For your beloved friend who is gone

how long do you want to wait?
Just take a look around
before it is to late

You will see nothing but water
can`t you realize that you are alone?

what are you after?
your soul and your emotions are all your own
So turn back to your beloved home

you can´t forget the song
which the sea is singing

but you know it is not wrong
for a new beginning

I am now part of the sea
part of all water you see

So i will be everywhere
but mostly in your heart
So turn around
even if it´s hard

And whenever you are sad or depressed
just think about the song
the deep blue sea is singing
For your beloved friend who is gone

i know its along one but this reply box wont let m show all XD

I always regret
the things I don't want to forget
cause that day I wish to tell
you everything but I can't

your eyes and your smile
paralyzed me for a while
damn you look so beautiful
on that regretful days

I took your hands and
ask you for a dance
you slowly took a glance
at me with a smile

Your thinking why
and your thinking how
your so confused at
why did I choose you to dance

your waiting for me to tell
something for you but
you don't know what is it
I wished to tell it but can't

I didn't tell it cause
I want you to be happy
I don't know
if it is right or wrong

Now the song ends
with a phrase
I can wait forever
but I can't wait that long

Now your wandering
why I didn't speak
then you asked me why
I whispered to myself
"I love you"

You asked again why
I told you
never forget me
you answered "huh??"

Now that we are apart
I still love you
even though it's impossible
you'll see my words as a joke

Cause now we only
had conversation on chat
even though I said it
I had the worst love life ever!!!

I am a waiter at a Taiwanese Cafe, that being said, I see a lot of people that walk by and come into our cafe. Me being a guy, I always am on the look out for cute and pretty girls. I have seen quite a few and it always motivates me to become a better server so I can impress them. However, the other week I saw the most prettiest girl I have ever seen in the longest time.

She as tall, long hair, such a beautiful delicate face, and her hands looked so elegant every time she would point at something on our menu. I was completely mesmerized. She truly was such a beautiful woman. Her smile still haunts my mind today. I was so awed that right after she left our cafe, I immediately jotted down this poem while the memory of her face was still fresh upon my smitten mind. And here is what I wrote:

Simple Admiration
beauty so profound

my heart to you is bound

such an innocent face

your smile touched by God's grace



delicate hands

eyes so devine

what is that I can do?

to someday call you mine?



mesmerized by you

yet you haven't got a clue

have I truly caught a glimpse of heaven?

how have I been so love-stricken?



just staring at beauty

this angel so heavenly

OH GOD! u all are awsum! (should we make a song from this poem? lol) jk.. just 3 word for u guys.. u are awsome! XDD

my life is in disarray
it makes me want to slit my wrist
it doesn't help the fact that im gay
it also doesn't help the fact that my uncle felt me up in the back of his lincoln

his dick to my butthole
i couldn't handle it
he was in so deep
i swear i could feel it in my eyelids
damn
sometimes i want to drive onto coming traffic
but im so pussy i just cut myself like im a maverick

Interesting...

Well I guess to each their own.

>>43
Very, er, blunt. Try reading some of late Donald Hall's stuff. You may like it.

Mine, written in January '10:

"behind in the cold"

the drips from the icicles
are to the beat of this blood
grey skies, hardened eyes
I woke up to a day already made
in ice and snow.
white-tipped branches
soaked in so slowly melting bones
breath warmth into hands
chilled by cold January bite
mist escapes your mouth—
you walker farther out
leaving the cold behind
escape to a new spring, dear
I’ll stay behind, in my mind
I’ll stay behind.

Sometime I wonder
after all these blunders,
will I be able to find
release to these binds.

Probably not,
with all these wars I've fought.
With all these blood debts to pay,
how can I ever feel gay?

Then I looked at my old service revolver,
my hand shaking as above the gun it hover.
Is this the release I was looking for?
not that I've not considered this before.

Is this the act of a coward?
Did I not consider things afterward?
A saddened family, heartbroken wife,
and my inheritance only brings about rife.

And then I remember that pleading Jewish girl,
her screams before the gas still makes my blood curl.
So I pull to my head the gun, praying for the worst hell,
as even that is better than this guilt I have as long as earth I dwell.

Bang.

I want to scream youe name
I want to eat the flame
inside my bursting heart
and I'll express this through art

I want to shout this out
and tell you everything
I want to run away with you
and If I had a chance I will go to you

I don't want to let go
I don't you to let it go
so please stay and bare with me
wait for me and don't betray me

I remember the day
you left me with a smile
I know that you are holding the tears
and you know that I am the most depressed

So you didn't say goodbye to me
I didn't say my feelings to you
if you didn't come back
I wish that I will wake without pain

If I were to go back to time
I will not go back to the time
when I supposed to stop you
going to the another country

I will go back to that dance
to tell you everything I felt
towards you my only one
this are the words of my heart

I LOVE YOU
I am not afraid
of waiting forever anymore
so please don't be lonely anymore

I'm asleep while talking,
Asleep while walking,
This is nothing more than a bottle of my morning,
Unspoken thoughts and deep held records,
Unleashed on the world, NOT to my accord.

I have some others but they are not finished yet =P i'll share some other time =D

Actually I have one more which is finished... just for the record i'm not a depressive guy but this poem is rather depressive lol.

I'm unusually depressed
My once free thinking mind quietly repressed
As I, As I sit here pondering a way I could possible regress.

I wrote a story version of this poem before I wrote the actual poem, but according to my grandfather, the poem is better. :/ I wrote the poem version for my Writer's Workshop exam this year.

Forget the Past

Please let the rumors fade,
Let me live the life I’ve made
Allow me to show you
I’ve changed.

Mon mind was changed
Mon bind to life
It’s not what it was
Now, I’m a father

And, mon enfant shouldn’t be told
That her papa
Was a skirt chaser
A ladies’ man

My past is old…
It’s been over told
And it’s covering my life in mold
I wish people weren’t so cold

These rumors cost me my wife,
My child,
My life.
These old tales anything but mild.

I made jail my home at one time
One time.
And that time only.

My trial, truly unfair.
They already knew my “story”
Before I could even tell
And guilty is what they found

Soon, the truth was heard
That girl,
Non;
That child confessed
She had lied.
I had never laid a finger on her.

Already, the damage was done.
I wanted to take that gun
And let it end
At my own hand…

…

Telephone ringing,
Mon cher, calling for me
I hear my daughter’s cries
And my heart breaks for her

“Angleterre…? What’s the matter?”
“Adalie wants her father.”

My child’s dear cries
She tells me her worries
And it leads to several sighs

She told me they told her
That I would “hurt” her
“Touch” her
Like the “pervert” I was

My heart sank
Mind went blank
They really told
Told her my life was not exactly gold.

Brilliant
Unique
Gorgeous
Smooth
90 years to young to write a good poem
7 years till i try to get a life

And that is my poem about Me!!! :D

>>1

Allow me to say that that was the most beautiful thing I have seen (the photo) and read (the poem) in recent memory. Thank you for that.

Take a walk with me to the other side,
Where my insides lie beside my bride,
Where her insides lie all open wide,
Where our insides lie all intertwined.

Take a walk with me and see what happens,
When I put this pen down just to challenge,
My mind when its on the fringe of passions,
Swinging on the hinge of these distractions.

- First two stanzas, keeps the real work safe.

why is most poetry sad?
I have yet to see a serious poem about candy or puppies.

Then you've not read much poetry, most isn't sad at all. Try reading from more sources?

Try riding limericks, those are pretty much the opposite of sad.

>>55 Shel Silverstein? He'll just make you chuckle. He's less of a poet and more of a storyteller though, IMO.

>>6
"I believe in love written in blood" O//O wow ..I really love your poem!! It's exactly the kind of poem I would go crazy about and read it all over again 'til my eyes hurt <3

>>55
>>57

I once had a puppy named Boomer
Whose appetite was his Undoer
At first fine and dandy
He ate too much candy
And developed a malignant tumor.

Little something i came up with one late night! Hope you enjoy

I never thought, id fall into darkness
I always thought I would stay in the light
Forever surrounded by the million glows of undying love
Yet now lost in the haze of shadows and faded to the back ground

What need I loose, before all is forgiven?
What need I loose, until all is well?
Always searching for your face
Lost in the crowd of people passing by

Looking for your smile to brighten my day
Looking for your friendship to fight the pain
But now lost in the shadows of the night
Where your face can only appear in my dreams

I’d give it all to be at your side and hold you
I’d give it all to undo the twists of fate
To relive the past and tell you I cared
Was the most important thing of all

All I wanted was to say how much I cared
All I wanted was to be your friend
All I wanted was for you to be happy
But without me, I guess your happy now

But why I keep searching for you I don’t know
In my dreams
In the corner of the street
All the places you couldn’t be

One more time, One more chance
Would be the words that lull me to sleep
Waiting for the fragments of your memory
To live once more; or die in our minds

And anything I could to stop this pain
I would seize immediately
When you live in my dreams in a lonely night
Who can I kid?

Each day the pain and hurt grew more
Like the dust that settles on the windowsill
Like the history on our mobile phones
Or the thoughts each day that it wont be the same anymore

I said everything my heart wanted to
And it did nothing
Amidst the lies, I found truth
But the truth my heart, settled not



I know one day the distance will pull us apart
Through the vast time and space of our lives ahead
To a time, where ill forget your face and your voice
And I wonder if I could ever stop that

I wished I could never of felt this way
And kept it to a time where we just had fun
Under the setting sun, under the bight lights of a summer night
And you’d never know how much I loved you
Cause everything seemed perfect that way

Wow this is a long thread xD Jearman, I love the rhyme scheme you have going for you poem (the first one posted up there), it's a really great theme you've got. I agree that it's a bit rough though - keep working on it!
Silver, your -High School Sweethearts- really touched me, I love it! And everyone else, there are too many poems to read all at once and reply to! haha So nice to see so much talent though, keep working on it everyone! Great job ^^

I'm (less than) perfect
You finish my (equation)
With you I can (function)
(Solution) to my life

Listen and (simplify) my problems
Ignore and (multiply) my pain
Please be my (coefficient)
You are the (square root) of my soul

I'll fill the (area) of your heart
We can (divide) our fears
You and I (equal) love

*3rd stanza between 2-3rd line




(subtract) everyone else

Observe as I mutilate the English language. :P

Once-time, a by-road pass on up,
Happened travelers two to meet,
And each other their way inquired of
As wandered-they on the lonely street.

“Who say-you you are?” asked the one of the other.
“A daughter am I of your father and mother.”
“Where say-you you go?” asked the brother of sister.
“To chapel go-I, wedded-be to a mister.

“Where go say-you?” asked the soon-to-be-bride.
“Go-I to the country, must-I away hide.
For thief-stag am I, on the law-hunt and chase,
Their hounds me’ll-devour, should win-they this race.”

“Then, thief-brother, me-join as onwards go-I!”
The blue-eyed bride-sister quite anxiously cried.
“Away now give-me, as our parents dead-are.
Down aisle walk-me to my dearest star.”

“Who the star-be?” asked thief-stag the brother.
“William the trader,” said sister, “no other.
Met-we in country, where go-you for hide.
Were-meant-we for each other, soon-as met our eyes.

“Me-tell, thief-brother, be-what crime your doom?”
“Steal-did-I gold from a man-corpse’s tomb.
A grave-thief be-I who robbed-has of the dead,
So-rests now the consequence-same on my head.”

“Oh, brother dear, me-join! The church go-we-to.
There sanctuary-be; safe be-will-you!”
As pleaded sister, a shout loud heard-she.
“The law-hound thief-stag hunt closer-draws to thee!”

Hunted the law-hounds thief-stag and bride-doe,
Till soon at the chapel found-they to have-go.
There wed was sister, away-gave by brother.
And saw year-next brother-uncle, sister-mother.

well, I hope it isn't too late to post something... so... here's my poem...

The Architect

I am the architect
I aim to please
Come to me for all your building needs
Sticks and stones can't break my bones
But words will always affect me

Buildings great and tall
Houses tiny and small
For I am the architect
I aim to perfect them all

Perfection isn't the key
But how much effort is for me
Are you writing this down?
You are here to learn and pass it on

We are the architects
We aim to please
Come to us for all your building needs
We will perfect it, we will do our best
You can design the rest

First task! Are you listening?
For you shall be decisioning
Design and build me a building that can resist an earthquake
And then, maybe we'll have a milkshake

Second task! Pay attention!
Maybe that will clear some of that tension
With eagle ears and focused minds
You will unravel the surprise

Design me a beautiful skyscraper
One that will reach the heavens
Use this here handy blueprint paper
Then I shall close the session

Here's my secret, I will never die
I will always be alive
Here in spirit, in your heart
We will never be apart

I have taught you many things
They will be useful if you were listening
Take them into consideration
For they might change the nation

You are the architect
You aim to protect
With walls of steel you construct to reject
All those who have broken your heart
Your walls fall apart

You are the architect
You aim to forgive
With a heart of gold you give
Steel walls of hatred and fear shatter and crumble
Leaving you to fumble

You are the architect
You aim to please
People come to you for all their building needs
You will perfect, you will do your best
And you will do the rest

I am your teacher
I taught you how to use your special feature
I am the architect
You will not forget
Here I lie, forever in rest

We are the architects
We aimed to please
People came to us for all their building needs
Sticks and stones broke our bones
And words forever changed us

This is a poem I made a while back. It's called little drop of rain.

Little drop of rain went pitter pat on the dry walkway.
I sit and play my Koto, harmonizing the tune with the drops on my roof.
Soon, we are in complete accord.
I drift off into oblivion as the rain and my fingers lull me. It's sweet tune in not interpreted as music but as a sensation in its whole self. That is what draws in the crowd.
I enjoy the feeling of being spread out into the crescendo of the volume.
Soon the rain stops and I glide to sleep.

a kick that cuts air
he sees sky roll into land
i whipped his ass good.

i want to see tits
although she flirts on facebook,
shes such a cock tease....

i smoked all my pot
maybe i should go to sleep
or write more haiku's

inhale cigarette.
clean hand of lotion and jizz
im ready for bed.

omg.

Haiku King is clearly the best in this thread, just saying.

I'm a writer by trade, but poetry has never been my strong suit,but I'll give one a shot.

They dance upon my wall
these shadows of discord.
Long has the light been extinguished
and only a thread remains.
But as they creep closer, I look to that thread
And my fear evaporates

I once wrote a poem about persona 3. It doesn't follow the story exactly, but I wrote it from my Drama class my senior year of Highschool. Will find it and post it if anyone is interested. I warn though, it's quite long.

I wrote this for English class so I hope you like it also any tips would be helpful
As I stand beofre you telling you my darkest secerts feeling naked and exposed you keep watching tv
please listen to my heart barely beating even through it's been busted into a thousand pieces
when you said that you loved me and wanted to show me how much and I paincked and broke down crying and you asked me what was wrong
please listen to my heart barely beating even through it's been busted into a thousand pieces

This halo will be
The noose around my neck
Slipping lower
To mirror the destruction
Of this mutilated soul

This mutilated soul
Will be all I have to show
For a life full of restraint
And near unbearable frustration

This fall from grace
Steeped in death and shame
Wont be silent
I'll cry out
To defend my case

I'll defend every lie I told
Every time I was a bit too bold
Every single curse I said
Every last wish for another dead

This mutilated, ugly soul
Is the only one I have
Let me build it
Once again

Wow, cool! A poetry thread! I've read several of your guys' poems, and they're all really good! Here's one of mine:

Burning eyes shimmer brightly
like fireflies in the blackest night
Coals glowing hot,
burning down to remnants of the passion for living
A cold wind blowing will extinguish the small flame
huddled against the growing darkness

Sparks flash, rekindling flames
bringing forth new life
The phoenix rises brilliantly from
charred coal and burnt ash
Its fiery wings bring comfort
to the candles gathered 'round
Its burning eyes shimmer brightly
like fireflies in the blackest night

What river flows to keep us going, and to meet us with the maiden in between the looking glass?
What must she do to keep the red strings of fate tied together before the waves crash down?
With the sun and moon her eyes, and the rain her tears, with every human sigh, she is burdened with another goodbye; she creates a barrier of her own blood to protect this world. Care, as she has done for you.

>>79 i like it. it feels deep.

Burning strong and bright, your fire burns through this world like a storm. You see all as enemies and you wont stop until all is as ash to your eyes. You burn forth only to be stopped by the strongest of forces, sadness made real in the shape of a tear rolling down the face of a child. As you watch, your fire dies and you crumble to your knees and start to weep. The child sees you, comes close and gently holds your hand. You reach out and gently hug the child as you both crumble to ashes.

I wrote this about a year ago when I was really angry at someone. It's a bit violent.




You son of a bitch,

We had a truce.

Now you've dug your ditch,

You've tied your own noose.

You killed the peace,

So I'll kill your pride.

Let your fear increase,

There's nowhere left to hide.



Get Ready, get set,

It's time to play.

This is no idle threat,

Now there's Hell to pay.

You said the name,

The forbidden taboo.

Let's begin the game,

Your pain is overdue.



Ready or not, here I come.

You can run but not hide, you worthless scum.

Speak your last words, say your goodbye.

Enjoy your last moments before you die.

When you breathe your last breath,

Do me a favor and say hello to Death.



I will carve out your heart,

You'll beg for it to end.

Your corpse turned to art,

Your coffin will not descend.

Your organs on display,

Your mouth sewn shut.

You have nothing to say,

Your thread has been cut.



Get ready, get set,

It's time to play.

This is no idle threat,

Now there's Hell to pay.

You knew the price,

Yet ignored the signs.

I'm through being nice,

Time to pay the fines.



Ready or not, here I come.

You can run but not hide, you worthless scum.

Speak your last words, say your goodbye.

Enjoy your last moments before you die.

3, 2, 1, time to end your life.

Time to have some fun, I'll go grab my knife.

Wow. O_O
Fucking AWESOME!!'

Never let go
By Sora Knight

It’s hard to start
It’s hard to finish
It’s hard to keep on going

It’s hard to run
It’s hard to walk
It’s hard to just sit watching

This is my poem of contradiction
Do not make any false prediction
Pay close attention to what I say
But keep your wavering heart at bay

Are you confused yet?
I would hope so
For if your not
I’ll not let go

I am your mind
Stay calm though
For you must keep living
And not letting go

This is my poem of contradiction

Are you confused yet?
I would hope so
For if your not
I’ll not let go

i wrote this a while back.... still not a hundred percent sure what it means lol

Darkness is saved by the light of the moon,
Gravity reverses in the rain.
Time can slow the forceful typhoon,
And ice-covered roses stop the pain.

Earth is coated in illusion 'til the end,
And the hottest fire can be fueled by a friend,
But lightning wanders alone 'til the day
That all of these simply fade away.

Orange Book by Unknown Apple

The air was cold
This day was getting old
Wanting to take shelter before you faced Monday
Waiting to go home looking for your way to home

Walking the way you thought was right a man gives you a small orange book
Golden writing on the front of the rough cover you gave it a look
Maybe you won't be alone on Monday

Waiting by Thurirl

I sat there waiting, listening, hoping
She said she would be back, shae said she loved me
I sat there hoping, listening, waiting
I almost stopped waiting...i can hear her, feel her, see her, taste her a smile comes but then it is gone
She was never there, my mind being jealous tricked me
I got up and looked around but then i sat back down
I sat there listening, hoping....waiting

Misunderstood rose by serj tankian
I can feel you far away your hesitation matching mine
Sadness left us as the residue of uncompromising love
Between the blind seeking adoration of bright doorways
And sweet melodic voices dispersed by the wind crested
In the park I can feel you far away with your earth blue eyes
Catching the waves of unknown oceans not born harvesting the sea
Of torn lullaby's in the skies your grief matching mine touching glasses
Toasting the totality of all time when lovers fought behind the
Lines of red wine pouring from the gashes left behind by the
Sweet pedals of a misunderstood rose

The dance the ancient dance that men and women have for so long as time began and I have two left feet in all respect one can.

Little thing, little black hared thing with eyes so big and heart so pure.

Is it you purity i seek?

No I'm not that monster though I have the mashing teeth and low growl I am humble not proud.

Little black hared thing with eyes so big.

The drink is spiced with what is, what isn't, and what should be and never will.

We drink it deep and the shyness fades little black hared thing with eyes so big.
Yours and mine.

You scoff the thing you call sir is shy but my dear you make me shy, you make me weak and bide time.

The Little black hared thing with eyes so big.

I'd offer you my parlor but we are not spider an fly or cat and mouse. We are the sinner and saint, heaven or hell and Id love to fight you.

Little black hared thing with eyes so big taste our bond but like I said we are neither cat or fly.

The night dims and repugnant sun chases us from our homes you cling to me.

Little black hared thing with eyes so big.

I taste you and you taste me and it's not the drink, the history or the blackness you taste but me sour but sweet.

I Am V from the movie V For Vendetta

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [laughs] Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me "V".

I had to write a cinquain for class, this is what I wrote.

Duke
Manly, Handsome
Runs, Shoots, Jumps
All out of gum
Nukem

I wrote a haikou

Life sucks doesn't it
High school is really busy
What the heck is this

I hold a piece of the old world
I hold a piece of the new world
the time seemed to freeze
little by little the old world was being taken away by the breeze

I don't want to let go
afraid my memory will leave
or worse deceive
I take a deep breath
well it's going to leave anyway
I open my left hand and the rest of the old world is taken away
It's easier now I don't have to hold the weight of he old world
but I will still remember

I wrote another one.

Today I learned that
Everyone is perverted
fu fu fu fu fu

Loss by Thurirl

I held you in my arms and felt your beating heart
I cleaned away your tears when you were sad
I smiled when you laughed...but no more
I sit here in the dark holding your photo
I cry wishing you were still here

you are gone and the world is lesser for your loss

I never really shared like this so heres something I wrote just for fun

I'm so futuristic I've already saw myself wining this game called life so theres no need for cheat codes
I'm so far ahead of my time I find myself waiting at the finish-line don't worry theres no rush
I see babies bow down and call them your majesty because I see them for what they truly are future royalty
you see I got that twisted mind set like the guy who made the wheel so he could leave skid marks on the time line refusing to be history
no longer wearing watches because I see patches of tomorrow and specks of next year I got this annoying habit texting friends saying thank you and they ask for what I say you'll see soon

"I am.."By Thurirl

I am the child in your arms
I am the crying boy
I am the center of all, the focus of none
I am the change to come, the wind that was
I feel as you do, yet we do not see the same
I am the father, the brother, the stranger.

Ego Sum Qui Sum-"I am who i am".

"Love"By Thurirl

When i see you, I am blind
When i hold you, I am weak
When i kiss you, I am breathless
When i hear you, I am deaf
When i smell you, I am entranced
this is my love for you put into word, but
love i feel is byond those words.

Ooh ooh

We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but
You're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

(Ooh, give you up)
(Ooh, give you up)
(Ooh)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
(Ooh)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)

We've know each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but
You're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

*this is a revision*
"Love"By Thurirl

When i see you, I am blind
When i hold you, I am weak
When i kiss you, I am breathless
When i hear you, I am deaf
When i smell you, I am entranced
this is my love for you put into word,
but the love i feel is beyond those words

*Riot~*

Let’s start a riot
Some place
Somewhere
Let’s gather the people
And spark some fun for a little while
Let’s feed our hatred with rage and joy
And watch as we get all excited
Let’s start a fire to burn the town
And dance as the ashes fly all around
Let’s create a panic
And watch with a smile
Let’s fill the world with chaos
And laugh the whole while
Let’s make life fun
Let’s make life entertaining
Just once more, please just once more
Even if only for a short while
Just to stop this boring normal life
From continuing on forever
So let’s start a riot
Some where
Some place

Your thoughts are oceans
and you're drifting,
a tiny buoy on the horizon.

You dive in to reach
the deepest dreams,
but you can't quite grasp them.

They're too far down,
buried by several leagues
of trivial things and

cynical seaweed.

Pieces

A trinket made of glass so clear,
No bigger than my hand.
An object that I hold so dear,
Few people understand.
I hold it out for all to see,
Expecting praise and grin.
Something I did not foresee,
Preparing to begin.

The pain, the sadness and the fear,
For every piece I lose.
Slowly each piece disappears,
Resulting form abuse.
The smears and smudges won't erase,
It's permanently stained.
It's too expensive to replace,
Its beauty still remained.

Pieces falling everywhere to the point of no repair.
Pieces missing from the whole as I am unaware.
Searching for the lost pieces along the path I take.
Keep it close and keep it safe so that it does not break.
A perfect match for what remains and hoping it will fit.
Must keep searching for the one so I must not quit.

Years go by as cracks take form,
The damage has begun.
Just the calm before the storm,
What's done can't be undone.
Trusting someone with its care,
He drops it on the floor.
The object that was once so fair,
It's beautiful no more.

The pain, the sadness and the fear,
For every piece I lose.
Slowly each piece disappears,
Resulting from abuse.
The pieces lost are gone for good,
And still he tried again.
It took more damage than it should,
Yet pieces still remain.

Pieces falling everywhere to the point of no repair.
Pieces missing from the whole as I am unaware.
Searching for the lost pieces along the path I take.
Keep it close and keep it safe so that it does not break.
A perfect match for what remains and hoping it will fit.
The risk of losing every piece I simply won't permit.

Locked away and sealed up tight,
Hoping to forget.
Nothing that I do is right,
I only bring regret.
I hide the pieces far away,
Forever they are bound.
Waiting for the special day,
The day when they are found.

The pain, the sadness and the fear,
For every piece I lose.
Slowly each piece disappears,
Resulting from abuse.
Slowly fixing what is broken,
Day by day and piece by piece.
Held together by words unspoken,
The damaging will cease.

Pieces falling everywhere to the point of no repair.
Pieces missing from the whole as I am unaware.
Searching for the lost pieces along the path I take.
Keep it close and keep it safe so that it does not break.
A perfect match for what remains and hoping it will fit.
The first step towards restoration is having to admit.

- Nightshade

Everyone has such amazing poetry! Here's a crappy one that I kind of like that I wrote for history class:
In times past,
‘Twas a stormy night
With a family of four
Hidden from sight,
The village of uniform rivers
Huddled in fear;
Dwelling in their cottage
Oh so near.
Content as clams
Were they at first,
Filled with tranquility
Unprepared for the worst.
Shrieking desire
Crept through the land
Emitted form a child
Lonely but grand.
“Where did he go?”
The child had sobbed.
“I can’t find him
Perhaps we’ve been robbed.”
A search was required
Through thick and thin.
A search through the house,
A place all have been.
They looked up and down
Throughout the night
Anywhere they could
With all of their might.
Alas it was decided
To give in and quit
Discouraged and humbled
At their last wit.
Doubt flooded in
The child wept
Until seeing something,
A secret that was kept.
There in the arms of a sister
The toy that she took
Over there she was
The recognized crook.
Rage absorbed the victim
As she tackled the sister
How could she do this?
How did they miss her?
At last, the conflict is solved,
All were full of Joy;
Except for the sister
The one who stole the toy.

Bump.

People, we have a thread dedicated to your poetry here. Use it, instead of constantly making new ones.

Wow, everyone's is so good :)

umm i have one, but its a little sucky

"The innocence of youth,
never treasured,
merely stated.
It was ignorance,
not stupidity,
that saved us
from our horrid nature.
As we grew old
ones who were older still
preyed on our irreproachability
and our protection began to disappear

They fed us lies

Influenced our minds
Destroyed our virtue
Let sin dirty our hands till they were no longer visible
The older ones who should have preserved our lost treasure
destroyed it
as the ones before them destroyed their''s

out of spite
maybe jealousy

the once innocent youths
are now beaten into adulthood
morality nearly gone
we see the younger ones
rejoicing with what we have lost

......and the old ones listen to young voices sing"

Ken's song "Blood"

Crimson nectar leaks from the wound,

Sap escapes from the trees,

Vampires come at night,

Bees come at day.

Piercing the neck of their victim,

They consume their blood,

Piercing the center of the flower,

The hummingbird takes it food.

Crimson nectar drips from her palm,

It stains the ivory floor,

Vampires come during the night,

Knocking, they're knocking,

At your door.

Invited in, like any guest,

They raid your home like ants,

Drinking, drinking,

Red liquid,

But first, you're in a trance.

Crimson nectar escapes the wound,

The scent intoxicating the dead,

Waiting, waiting for the chance,

To strike when you're asleep in bed...

-------------------

I know it's kind of short and weird,

It's not meant to be a song that's out there...

It's more like a folk song that children in a village would sing

While they play with each other.

It's more like a song that's meant to scare the toddlers,

and give the older kids a chance to laugh.

I got my inspiration by listening to the song

"Sakura Uta" that is sung by Enma Ai in the anime "Jigoku Shoujo" or "Hell girl"

It's really fascinating :D!

hey all, here we go
...

words quiver softly from lips made of silk
a weapon that's sturdy from the blade to the hilt
she whispers a requiem reminiscent of dream
the edge is so sharp and the cut is so clean

she wishes and hopes but i carry worth
a warrior by blood a genius by birth
some were born lucky i was lucky to be born
to her ill return and my scars she will scorn

and so i continue or so it seems
ill leave you this thought
heed much of your dreams
and now my friends i think ill depart
what now is the end may soon be the start

small, they are weak
many, individual beings
different, but all the same

large, they are strong
working, they all contribute
different, but all the same

"This is a riddle. Does anyone know what I mean?"

A peak into the realm (I wrote this because of Edgar Allan Poe! :D )

There was no lucidity,

For as they'd encompassed me,

I felt my senses leaving me,

They'd slit my wrists bloody open.

I've never given..

Much thought on the act of death,

I've never had a reason,

-Until now- to repent.

The darkness had swallowed me whole,

Imperceptible as it was,

Whence the suffered insanity

Had breached into my skull,

I knew then, that I was out of luck.

They tugged on the cadence,

Of my heart,

I felt the pain pervading,

All about...

It was hard to understand,

The monster's way of locution,

But oddly -Since I had no doubt I'd perish.-

I attained full appreciation...

I closed my lids,

Waiting to return,

To relapse,

Before it was to late.

I sighed beginning,

To accept

The act of faith,

Even if it was unbearable...

And... Insuperable...

I opened my eyes,

Staring into the eyes,

Of the bloodthirsty beast,

Waiting to be tortured,

Waiting to be eaten

Time to Forget

What is it like?
What does it feel like to watch everyone grow old and die right before you?
And you know in the painstaking agony that they will grow and live while you stay the same.

How does it hurt to see the one you love crumble and turn to dust in you outstretched hands?
And knowing that you can’t join them because you are bound to this desolate place we call Earth.

Crying as you watch the world turn to ash
And only you will remain,
Floating along in the rocky remains of a once thriving planet
Clutching your head in confusion as the voices whisper over and over until you must rip it apart to stop the screaming masses
And when it is over, you lay in the ringing vast silence
Gliding alone in empty darkness because everyone has already left the world

Suddenly time goes back
Sending you flying across the red, white, and blue streaks of changing time

Then,
The time stops
As you sit up in bed and wonder,
With just one thought
“Time to Forget”

I had a perfect nightmare on a starry torrid sea,
I am cast to prison at a crippled demon's plea,
The demon has 3 faces, all are laughing down at me,
The banker with his filthy lucre sets the game astride,
The general with raging might lets forth a battle cry,
The judge locks now the metal tomb where i am meant to die,
But vengeance is a brutal beast not held by any cell,
My wit is steel my blade is wet so sound the reapers bell,
Banker, General and Judge YOU ALL SHALL BURN IN HELL!

Your blood is red
Your face is blue
this guy is dead
oh wait its you. thats a lovely valintines day poem don't ya think

Bump!!! >;L

You all have great poems...... I loved them all. Great job keep writting them..

Man was never ment to love only hate. hate makes the world go round. hate makes the coldest rooms the hottest. hate shall keep us alive.

>>117
...No. No it won't.

It would be amazing to have a poerty board here "we're all just children who are playing outside,pretending to be monsters and trying to hide,you won't have to worry we'll grow up anyway,but for now just let us enjoy today"

My dreams and my life have become one, My life will never leave me, it my dreams will never fade. My dreams may once come true, but my reality will keep me alone. I wish my self would stop this madness. I need a baracade to bundle my dreams. For my dreams will never flourish, and they will stat where I can at least dream of them, instead of seeing them did let loose in the reality I wish I created..

Bump!

Heres part of a poem I wrote since its a bit long: I go around with my usual facade, the hero I act yet never will be. I look at you from afar, even if I am so close. The differences between you and me it seems is just to great. I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you said war was our fate, this world cannot change, and no matter how hard I tried, the way I tried just made the ones I loved cry. I betrayed and decieved you, and now I'm begging for forgiveness. I know now what you were trying to tell me. I know now....that the world of my liking? It's just too far away. so whatcha think?

Joyous sunny day
The air is fill with laughters
I am stuck in class

Nuf said...

>>112 Woah. That's intense. Wow

Crona’s Poem.

By Crona.

A poem…

It’ll be dim…

All I’ve known is the dark,

It swallows me like a shark.

Am I the predator or the prey,

I’ll never find out with each passing day.

I wish I was never born,

My heart is torn.

I’ve never known love,

So what’s the point of a dove?

They try to be my friends,

But I seem to scatter them like hens.

They cant understand my pain,

I might as well be slain.

I have never known happiness,

Because of my sappiness.

I’ve been treated so wrong,

For so very long.

I’m a slow dying flower,

In the frost killing hour.

I’m in the darkness,

Being swallowed by the sadness and weakness.

The others can’t reach me,

The blackness is an ongoing sea.

I hold my breath,

Waiting for my death.

I cry empty tears,

But they don’t end my fears.

When it gets cold,

I almost loose my hold.

Reality slips away,

No matter what I say.

There’s no point for them to worry,

I’m not in a hurry.

I still have my past scars,

But I feel no pain when I look to the stars.

My ghosts from the past,

Have come back at last.

My friends don’t know,

About my inside foe.

I fight everyday,

Always at the bay.

But I know I shall lose,

That’s the only bad news.

-Crona

>>127 NICE!~

Now I get why even Black*Star was depressed from reading this. You did an awesome job!!!

Life is an illusion
Focus and enter confusion 
Just try to leave
And you won't believe 
What the world really is
Trust me, ignorance is bliss

Reality is a lie
Sit back and watch by
As people show their true face
It's truly a disgrace 
Is this really human nature
Should we exist in the future
Is it amusing to watch
As a fire burns from a match
At the end nothing's there
But that seems strangely fair

Life is not real to begin with
It's nothing more than a myth
Why should we go on
Your just a simple pawn
To the big players in the game
Who play it without any shame
Why should we continue,
Why should we stay true
Maybe it's just to cope
But maybe there is some hope

I believe we can be that hope.

Do you ever feel it's too late?
And yet i wait and wait
For a moment that already passed away
Those three simple words i cannot say

Like a train that passes by
It's too late! It's too late!
Like flower that's all but died
It's too late! it's too late!

I choke on these words
I'd say it if i could
But i waited too long
Now the moment is gone

I see your smile that makes me red
Still 3 words i have not said
And your touch that makes my heart beat
Yet 3 words my lips don't meet

I love you
Oh how i love you
I love you
I wish you knew i love you

I choked on these words
And realized how much time has passed
I see your smile that meets another man
How my jealousy ran and ran

And yet I still wait and wait
For moment that has gone and passed
It will not come again
And yet i wait and wait

I see your smile that makes me red
And your touch that makes my heart beat
Yet three words my lips finally meet
"I love you," I said

The moment has gone and passed. . .

this is a sonnet that I wrote a while back... I have no idea if it's in iambic and nor do I really care

Your Dangerous Mind
I have come to fear your dangerous mind,
Once you knew the truth, now you speak in hate.
Turning back on the truth you have inside,
Our old alliance is now doomed to fate.

When we were kids, we would know when to stop.
I did not think that we could sink this deep.
Someday you will see how you grew your crop,
You’ll soon find that what you sow is what you reap.

In places we had come to fear the most,
Trying hard to hide what is in your eyes
Invited inside by an unseen host
Something inside you tears and slowly dies

Thinking back to the blue skies of our youth,
Your eyes are opened and you face the truth.

Title: Dead!

I slowly die inside
from all the times ive cried
you look at me
with your beautiful eyes.
you look right through me
like i was never alive.
I am invisable
i always will be to you,
for some reason i knew
I would always be like
this to you.
i wish you were missin' me
like i was missin you
but no matter what i do...
I Am Always Dead To You.


i hope u like it i was sad when i wrote it but it came from the heart

He struggles to find and answer to what he sees.
Only to to find that he doesn't agree.

How do I tell you?
How do I say, I love you?
How do I tell you?


When I see you, my bad day gets better
Your smile makes everyone stop and stare
Your eyes shine like the sun
Your amazing
Your personality is up lifting
Your voice is as sweet as honey and as enjoyable to listen to like a perfectly tuned piano
Your amazing
When we go our seprate ways, I try my best to still talk to you
Your amazing

This is a poem that i wrote not that long ago... I really just wrote it for fun and I know the rhyme scheme is kinda lame but what evs...


The Info Broker’s Love
The mafia hired me to ruin your good name
After seeing your face it put me to shame
After seeing over 200 camera angles of your face
I have become enchanted by your smile and all its grace

On the fifth floor of a parking garage I can observe
Your long brown hair and your white lab coat behind the glass of your office
Your voice sounds like silk from the bug I hid in your clock
You have no idea how easy it was to pick your lock

I must let you know I was hired by a violent man
If he hears about what I saw, he’ll send a hit man when he can
Even if I say nothing he will still find out
I suggest you leave your company and take a different route

I can protect you so it’s no mystery
As to why you should be my love or at least my secretary
Right now you should be fearing for your life
Unless you were my secretary or preferably my wife

He who wants to kill you would be the fool
And together this city we will someday rule

*I admit that the plot is loosely based off of Durarara so yeah... I wrote it after having a durarara marathon so I guess that is were I was inspired.

WHY AM I SUFFERING FROM THIS SUDDEN URGE TO WRITE? Ugh. I mean, I'm happy about it... but I wanted to procrastinate on writing. Well, here's a quick poem I came up with in this urge:

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These feelings,
Dissolved in scarlet blood,
Are flooding from all of the open wounds caused by
The cold blade you wield.

Bruises scar my wrists where
Your chains and cuffs embraced my skin
Like a beautiful metal angel that melted
Into my soul.

My soul is bleeding yearning for
Your entity,
Your being.

I'm calling to you.
Swallow me whole -
Digest my body and soul,
Heartless demon of the pathetic dreams
Which have plagued me since birth.

Drink me black -
Undress me and hold me close,
Disgusting pig which left me
The day the novacaine wore off.

The flowers are blooming from the
Dirt covering my decomposing body,
But they are disgraced by the hideous beauty
Of my sins.

Too greedy to steal you away;
Too lustful to be equal to the innocence ones surrounding you;
Too wrathful toward us for the hate that resulted from love;
Too envious toward those who you hold close now;
Too gluttonous to hold myself back from those who surround me;
Too slothful to rise from my grave and make you join me in Hell;
Too prideful to bring myself to your level.

Let your cold eyes pierce into mine like red hot needles,
And my needles into your cold eyes like their true identity,
For we have both broken the sacred promise of our innocent days.

Let us drown in one another's blood,
Soaked to the bone in guilt and moonlight,
A red mantle draped over me so that the bruises
And cuts are no longer visible.

Let the flowers and moss cover us both
Until we reunite with the death god
That will surely sentence us
Both to Hell for our actions.

Hurry, swallow me whole.
The sins are down to the bone;
There will be none left for you,
The sadistic bastard of my love.

Yes, come closer, honey.
And as you have naught left
Of me to destroy,
Let my soul turn you to ice
and watch you shatter with glee.

innocent ones*
Oh mai. I didn't notice all the grammar errors until I posted it... but I don't feel like fixing them right now. So, yeah. Forgive the misplaced commas.

>>139 no problem, not like it's an English essay :p I dig the poem, the elements are deep and vivid

Born of fires, earth and man
The world makes me what I am
Screaming thought trials of a burning forge
The hammer driving on and on
What leaves me living gives me strength
And in this enlightenment I shine: flawless.
But I scar from mistakes and troubles
Even the Stainless must endure
Man's flawed ways, and careless days
Allowing their efforts to clang on the floor
My enlightenment is soiled now
Buried deep inside my very ore
By the flaws, the sins of all mankind
Thank God, there's so much more.

>>140 I treat every piece of writing equally, whether it's for school or not. I prefer everything to be as flawless as possible with grammar and spelling and such. However, it doesn't always work out that way lol

>>142 haha I can respect that

An awkward silence,
All alone,
And yet more lonely still,
Lost in a crowd.

A wind sighs so heavily
And while my ears hears melody of whispers
The leaves dance and dance so merrily
For a while I feel at bliss

A cloudy mind can forgets to smile
We need to remind ourselves once in a while
Of the clear skies
That hides behind a teardrop

The sound of snow fall
Sounds like silence
They dance as the wind call
To blissful night

While the leaves crunch
beneath my boot
A reminder of a hunch
To another blissful day.

I used to be plain, inexpressive, another fly on the wall.
But now I am a person, unique, well rounded like a ball.

I used to be the kind of person to let my chance go by.
But now I am the one who takes it, even if I can only try.

I used to be adamant, completely sure of every decision.
But now I am more cautious, double-checking every division.

I used to believe I could be anything, an astronaut, president, royalty.
But now I have grown older, and lost that certainty.

I used to be a child, innocent, and wondering who I can be.
But now I’m nearly an adult, with my eyes opened, yet still wondering who I can be…

Just a random poem.
Theres a hidden message in this...

How are you doing this to me?
And how do you feel, when you're not around me all the time?
Yet, I can't stand without you by my side.
Again, and again, you pop inside my thoughts
Then I'm longing till I hear your voice again
Oh, how long do you expect me to wait for you to start listenin?
I, Can't hear anything else when i'm thinking of you
Loneliness is all i've known, and now I dont know what to do
Over and Over I hear it, the pounding of my heartbeat beating
Very fast, and I only hope that this will last.
Every thought i have is just for you
Yet every time you turn around, i've moved on to something new
On and on these cycles run in endless perpetuity
Underneath it all you joke "I know you love me"

And this is an original creepy poem for the hell of it.
((its seems cute until it gets REALLY creepy at the very end))

-The Serial Antics of The Castanalla Twins.

Welcome friend!
Welcome friend!
Wont you come and play?
I know you have worked so hard
to make it through today.
Lets play a game!
Lets play a game!
But what then shall we play?
The Miracle of the Dream Suite
Yes That sounds good today
Step inside our little box
and we shall begin
taking you to the Dream Suite
where every dream begins
Up the stairs!
Up the Stairs!
Many flights we go,
passing up the clouds which
are throwing down the snow
Hold on tight,
Hold on tight,
we're very nearly there,
oh here we are, lets open the door
and step out of this air.
Welcome to the dream suite,
where nightmares come alive,
I forgot to tell you,
You might not get out alive~
So come with us,
come with us,
The side room in the back,
Oh yay another victim for the both
of us to hack~
Thank you sir!
Thank you sir!
You've given us great joy,
we'll make sure your remains get mailed
to your seven year old boy,
Thank you much for visiting,
where every dream begins,
the dream suit playroom
of the Castanalla Twins~

My Muse~

My girl, my dear, she is my rose
She's the one who inspires me greatly
But for now, no I can't, I can't can't write my porpose
For my heart has to wait patiently

Its my muse, she's the one
Who sits near the top of my heart
She is there and she had won
She's the girl who will be all my art

She waits for me, so peacefully
I know she wants to see me everywhere
So I walk, to her home
As I do, I think of everything

You're my muse, you are my bride
You will be at the top of my heart
When I get there, by your side
The ring you'll see is my greatest work of art...

When I got there, to your room
I noticed something that I never knew
You were in love, with another man
Yet when you saw me, you knew it was over then

She was my muse, she was my rose
But she just broke my heart, ten fold
I thought today, that I'd propose
Though it seems our love wasn't gold

your lips on my nape
fingers twisting in my hair
its not love dear boy

um~ here are some short ones.

At the present time,
Since I could bring no offering,
See Mount Tamuke!
Here are brocades of red leaves,
As a tribute to the gods.

The cherry blossoms
Have faded now in hue–
Gazing emptily
Upon the long spring rains,
I too know what it is to age

From this world I think
That there is nowhere to escape.
I wanted to hide
In the mountains’ farthest depths;
But there I hear the stag’s cry.

From the monastery
On Mount Hiei I look out
On this world of tears,
And though I am unworthy,
I shield it with my black sleeves [of a monk].

Coarse the rush-mat roof
Sheltering the harvest hut
of the autumn rice field
and my sleeves are growing wet
with the moisture dripping through.

i hope these are ok but i did not originaly right them.

Yin and yang
Yang and yin
Two opposites,
Together forever , almost like kin...
But we r not kin,
We don't share blood or skin,
This is so much stronger,
So much deeper, so much better ...
Urges tempt me into lust,
My body says I must,
But my mind just...
I can't do this,
I have a life to build and fix,
Im too young for this
Let me have my freedom and life,
Please don't feel strife,
Util we meet again
My heart and mind will never let this end...

The Cauldron

The cauldron of forgetfulness
Rumored in the land of Fae
Can grant you your deepest wish
And take your mind far away

The cauldron of memory lost
Abandoned on a grassy hill
The price to see it is a cost
That anyone has yet to fill

The cauldron of seducing silence
Can halt the darkest of your dreams
It can brig a halt to any violence
Or tear the universe at its seams

The cauldron of blissful sleep
Is full of shimmery liquid gold
Never again shall you weep
For not one memory you may withold

The cauldron of forgetfulness
Rumored in the land of Fae
Can grant you your deepest wish...
Will you drink from it today?

I think we should make a public Dollars poetry collection with the better pieces in here :O Who else thinks so?

>>158 That's a great idea!! There's a lot of really good poetryon this thread, and some that kinda..Suck, to put it kindly. It would be nice to read fellow Dollars poetry without hunting for the good pieces.

>>159 Yeah, I agree lol The only problem is that we'd need the authors' permission, and most of them probably aren't active anymore >< Should we make a new thread specifically for it instead of picking from this one? That way, we can be assured that the authors agree.

>>160 Yeah, but then dont you think people who suck at poetry and think they're amazing would post on it?

>>161 It doesn't matter. Only the decent ones will be chosen, and we'll post those in a little ebook-type thing elsewhere and link it. Either way, the only use of a second thread would be that it'd say, "By post in this, you give us permission to use your poetry in the Dollars Poetry Collection, as well as permission to proofread and edit it if you are chosen. All credit will be given to the original creator. There is no promise that your piece will or will not be used." That way, we don't have to ask every individual for permission, and we're not required to accept the badly written ones.

>>162 by posting*

>>162 That sounds like a really good idea. You seem to have thought that through a lot.

>>164 Yeah, I may wait a bit to act on it, though. I was just curious to know if anyone else thought it was a good idea lol

Don’t hold it against me:

I’m illogical, stubborn, self conscious and rude,
Yet you always make me smile and put me and in a better mood.

You’ve tried to beat it in my head that I’m not alone
But there is still much that I need to atone

Because of this I don’t deserve to be near another human soul.
I’m just another freak of nature with no self control.

My sin is a simple one, the trouble that I cause.
The pain I bring to other with my presence alone breaks many laws.

I try to numb myself to the loneliness I feel.
I lie and say it doesn’t hurt, but it’s a wound that will never heal.

My heart was never broken, it wasn’t whole to start.
With every heartless act I’ve seen it’s chipped part by part.

I won’t deny that the hardest judge of myself is me,
But that is because I see what no one else can see.

I see a hideous disgusting creature with no right of say or life.
I see a soon to be corrupt soul whose attempts will end in strife.

I once begged of you to not give up on me, it’s all I really wanted.
But my curse has left you bruised and broken, my curse has left you haunted.

Haunted by your own kindness, your sweetness, your care
As I am now haunted by every smile and laugh we shared.

I won’t ask you to not hold it against me, I deserve the trial and jury.
I deserve to hear the gavel bang and send me to hell with all its fury.

But know that my make shift heart was in the right place
Know that there were no lies in that final embrace
You broke past my poker face
You made me forget my own disgrace

You’re one of a kind like priceless art,
You’re the only one who has filled my empty heart.

And for that my misery I’ll let slide
And trust in the future, even the imaginary side.

:D yayayay a poetry thread! :3 Thank you for this.
Oh, and >>127, I loved your poem, but for the sake of my admitted fandome....http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/194/7/6/Crona__s_emo_corner_by_Atikal.jpg

ANYWAY. Here's my attempt at a love poem :P
I'll love you for an instant
I'll love you for a day
I'll love you when you hate me
And can't stand to look my way

I'll love you while I live
And I'll love you when I die
My love will stand immortal
That shred of me I left behind

I'll love you when you're happy
I'll love you when you're sad
I'll love you to the point that
It's enough to drive me mad

I'll love you when you hurt me
Even though you swear you won't
It's a promise no one can keep
You could try; please don't

I'll love you til the stars fall
And even when they do
Darkness can't stop my heart
My love will keep shining through

I love you more than anyone
And this I know is true
Because even if you can't love me
I can't stop loving you

I'll love you no matter what
No matter what you've said or done
And I can't hold back a silent prayer
That this means you're the one

It's raining sunlight, did you know?
It's raining sunlight like glowing snow
It's raining sunlight wind cant blow
It's raining sunlight, don't you know?


There's gold on the forest floor
Liquid gold that you can't pour
But, oh! There's more, there's more
There's heaps of gold on the forest floor


There's glitter floating through the sky
The sky? I wonder, i wonder why
Sparkling, shimmering on the fly
There's glitter floating in the sky


There's a huge ball of flying fire
Ever glowing, ever higher
Don't worry, this isn't dire
There's a huge ball of floating fire

As i saw the night sky,
I couldn't help but wonder why,
The stars say goodbye,
Once the sun fly's,
Up,Up,Up.In the night sky.

Oh why shining stars,
Why don't you stay like a scar,
How come you don't stick to the sky like tar,
Oh why, Oh why, shining star?

So sad for the stars to be gone,
Like the ending of a song,
But they shall soon be back later past Dawn.

I know, they suck. DON'T JUDGE MEEE

~~~~~~~~~~

Late at night when I walk home
and it starts to rain, I
watch the falling droplets catch
the moonlight
to see the silvery light refract
shattered shards
that reflect
the fragmented sorrows
of my soul

~~~~~~~~~~


Take a chance, make it happen
Carpe diem
Blah blah
To be yourself is all that you can do

Injuries
Persecution
Scary
Relax, please
I’ve run out of plans, same as you

Helter skelter
I love you, I always have
The ghost of you is all I have left
If only you knew

>>168 BTW, Nae, I love that. It's ~awesome~

In the trenches

Lie corpses and mud.

For many a soldier,

Their future is done.



Disease, vermin, insects

Found in trench waters,

Killed many more men

Than cannon and fodder.



For many men,

This place is a tomb.

Little air, much disease,

No water, no food.



All of these people

Taken by Deaths cold hand,

Either died in the trenches,

Or in No Man’s Land

Darkness falls across the land
hiding secrets small and grand

Nighttime comes, bringing light
A thousand glistening stars glow bright

May I cling to that small hope,
Or must I simply learn to cope?

Moonbeams shining up above
Touching hearts without love

Shadows cling to every thing
what will night's next falling bring?

In this sea of empty faces
I flow with the current
So I don't drown
Words and footsteps melt
Scabbing over, desensitizing
My gaping wounds and memories

But your face is full of life
Radiant and blinding
I can't avert my eyes
Praying you'll meet them
And see my silent prayer
"Notice me. Remember me.
Let me know you know I'm there."

Recognition lights those eyes
Masked green wells of such depth
They swallow me whole
As you smile
Greet me kindly
Offer me your arms
A friendly, morning gesture

Turning my hourglass upside down
I step into your embrace.

Memories

Flow

A waterfall of sand

Through a piercing in my mask of glass.

The seasons flash behind my closed lids
Like a lifetime in an instant.

From the early spring
When you first took my hand
To a bitter winter
When I learned the truth of loneliness.
Summer nights
We exchanged our deepest dreams
The things that made us laugh and cry
I can't forget a single one
Of your words
The ones that gave me worth
And proved you had a heart.

Golden autumn noontime
Wafting through the fragrant pines
We sat at a children's playground
Idling the swings
We spoke of everything
We didn't even touch
But I'd never known this
Closeness.

Dancing in the summer's last storm
Our clumsy, crazy steps
Inevitably collided
Lips on lips
Drawn to each other like moths to fire
As the rain drenched us to the skin.

Wasn't I drowning then, too?
I never could breathe around you
Without losing myself
To the beat of your heart
So much stronger and scar-worn than mine
I kept my head on your chest
Lulled to peace by my favorite lullaby
And your fingers in my hair.

So many memories
That reawaken at every touch
An accidental brush
Of two strangers' hands
"Sorry," you say, and let me pass
Who are you again?
Who am I?
We aren't the people
Who created those memories
And the songs they compose in my head.

The sand trickles to a stop

You grin and ruffle my hair.

"See ya
kiddo."

My smile is hollow as I turn
The hourglass shatters
My hands are covered in blood and sand.

Gotta love the nightout on weekends, except Saturday for my anime shows.

>>175 What the Hell are you doing back here? Piss off, or at least learn how to post around here. That has nothing to do with this thread.

>Will post another poem I wrote later

>>176 I think he was talking about the picture the OP put up.

Some [attempts of ] Haiku:

A joyous morning
The man stare at the great sky
He is sick in bed

Small crimson droplets
Straining my fingers in red
Damn tomato sauce

One of my haiku! I write them frequently but they always suck~ QQ
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spiderweb dangles
from silver threads on branches
delicate strings hold

Aha, a haiku.

A cold morning here
Cherry blossoms fall slowly
I eat a hotdog

Yes I know, lame.

>>177 It's unrelated to the topic.

On the fast track, goin over the limit
Now’s not the time or the place to be timid
Gotta keep your mind focused
Keep your eyes on the road
If you stray from the track
You won’t ever get home
Now, it’s time to start, may the best man win
Rev your engines let the race begin

>>180 lol

>>180 Pfff!!

Having nothing emptiness surrounds me.
Everyone dying in the wake of my steps.
Love eludes my every movement.
Pulling me into the shadows of night.

My mind swallowed by darkness.
Even the heart has lost its light.

.I sit here doing mundane little tasks.
Why do you ask? Why do you ask?
Why are you only interested in me
To take control, totally.
Im not your toy, im not your thing,
I am a bird impatient to take wing.
And to the sky i will flee
Where you cannot follow me.

.

I'm actually doing some poetry in the final project for my literature class right now, here's one of them:

The morning fresh, the sun breaks fending off the gloom
And students gather around homeroom, we in the 50s wing
Earlier the gardener toiled, the hallway smells of grass perfume
The day draws near and soon will hear the tardy bell sing
But for now the chirp of birds and sigh of wind plays us a show
This is but the morning anthem, our eyes search not for air or fowl
Instead find the twist of leaves and tangled shadows cast by trees
Adjusting slightly to the flow, as north, then south, their figures bow
And urgent people pass us by, just on time yet still wear scowls
Pining for their beds to dream their dreams and snore – at ease.
Alone in such fair company exists no fitter place to be
Than tucked away against this wall, just outside to speak our verse
Sharing a secret in plain sight – a hidden plight – you stand with me
But in remote halls there lurks a coupling I’d describe more terse
A shadow clouding not our minds when we draw close to say goodbyes
Though later the thought troubles, whilst you holds me what then of him?
That boorish emblem of mine contempt, stripping away my heart’s content
So impudent to fail you again – no sorrow deserved were he to die
Still some recess deep within compels you yet to cling to him, but hope be dim
That he won’t break your heart again, this vile thing whom I resent.
But still to our audience nature plays the anthem of the waking day
Grass blades whirl their earthy smell, lost to loving pheromones
And still the chirping chorus, along tweets and twitters join the fray
Boisterous charms become banal as parting lips belay their tones
Shadows remain and witness bear to hushed goodbyes between us there
Figures graze past us no more, seems every figure’s found its door
And you yours, turning away forgetting now my keenest gaze
The tedium most unfair pulls you away from our warm snare
Some months pass, that hall grows lonely as my being you ignore
Our union recognized no more - nevermore your form my spirit raise.

>>187 It's meant to be broken into a new stanza every ten lines to stay in line with the Keatsian Ode Form, but I just copied and pasted from Word so I guess it didn't take.

I wrote a sonnet a while back in English class, so here it is.

The Dollars

Hey, the world is not as bad as you think.
I know this idea may sound strange to you,
but the world does not always have to stink.
Look deep within yourself, you'll find it's true.

The world is full of beautiful roses,
and people really do want to help,
once you learn, not everyone opposes
you, we will actually hear your yelp.

The Dollars work to fix societies,
work hard to make you feel safe in your life.
We can bring out all of the subtleties,
like someone who will listen to your grief.

A gang that will always be united,
loyalty that will always be cited.

>>189, why is everyone better at poetry than me?

>>190 practice? XD

>>189 This would work better as a freeverse.... The rhyme scheme is ruined by the choppy flow in the stanza lines.

Take the first stanza for example. It has an A B A B rhyming sequence, but since the number of syllabuls differ, it makes it choppy and not rhyme.
A 10
B11
A 10
B 10

A and A are good, because they have the same amount to syllabuls.
B and B differ, and make it choppy.

Also, your use of words such as "you'll" and "it's" detracts from the poem. Try to use "you will" and "it is"

>>192 Idea is two syllables. Every line has ten. Which is why, along with the rhyme scheme, and stanza grouping, it is a sonnet.

*only thing i ever wrote worth a damn*
the perfect picture of pure white snow
shatters as my blood begins to flow
down from my wrists upon the crystal floor
the perfect picture is perfect no more

iv been trying to write more for this for 3 years and still i ant think of anything to add, but its just to short....

>>193 No, idea is three syllables. I-DEE-YA. Found an article in case you're stubborn:
http://www.pronuncian.com/materials/podcasts/Episode_38.aspx

>>193 >>195 You guys really don't want to get into a debate about this. It depends on your dialect and blah blah blah... Basically, it can be "i-dee-ya" or "i-dya," like how the word "fire" can be "fi-yer" or "fiyr." To pronounce either word with fewer syllables does sound unnatural, but it is also correct.

>>196 I don't particularly agree. You can say "car" like "cah" because of your accent/dialect, but that doesn't make it correct.

>>197 It kind of does. In Britain, "cah" is the correct and accepted way to say it. In the U.S., "car" is.

>>198 Last I knew, we were speaking American English here.

>>197 it is poetry, you are allowed to say things differently to get it to fit.

>>200 As you must.

I'll put up another free verse later. I'm being lazy right now.

>>200 You may say it differently, but if its spelt the same way, it will confuse others.

>>201 i really think you should

I don't even. I wrote this last month or so. Reading over it, it's not that great, but w/e. I'm going to post a few that I've been saving.
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Our blood is black.

The iron bars of Hell are wrapping around us,
The living element strangling us in our place.
Afraid, we sit on our knees, waiting for the end.
The magicians who operate these chains
Which force us within this cage are
Happy, laughing down upon us.

Obey!
You must obey! Listen as they taint you!-
But I can't live this way.
I will not obey!

My weak little hands are wrapping around the
Electric bars which surround me.
So what if I am tainted? This black blood is my blood,
And this black blood I will bleed if I must!

I'm forcing my will upon this rusting iron,
My fists balled tight.
My bones are cracking as I pull,
But the bars crumble under my will.

Surrounded,
The demons are telling me to obey.
But I refuse! I will not follow your orders!

Even if you shove me back in the bars,
I'll break them every time.
I'm going to end up in the stars
Whether you like it or not.

Each time that I am thrust back into this cage,
I feel the stress and guilt and worry,
thinking,
"What if I'm not doing what is right?"

But this is my goal.

I will follow through! Even if it means the end of me!
Even if it means all will be left is
A puddle of my disgusting black blood!-
I will survive! I will live! I will move! I will become the stars you wish upon!-
I can't keep living this way.

I'm going to face my demons.

I know I have lived for your sakes for so long,
But it is time that I broke from this safe place.
I don't mind the demons living outside
If it means that I can be myself...
If it means that I can follow my dreams.

I am me,
And I will not obey!

I'm sorry for hurting you,
But it's time.
It's time that I move on to discover "me"
For both your sake and mine.

I'm tired of this cage strangling me,
Even if it is shielding me.
It will not understand where I am going,
Will it?

Will you?

I'm sorry,
But I'm not afraid.
It's my turn to turn the wheel of fortune,
And it's your turn to weep as your rusted chains are broken.
You've done your work.

Now, I must do mine.

Shadows!
Demons! Devils!
I am one of you,
And you are one of I!
Our blood bleeds black,
But it bleeds thick.

We will not forget the cages which protected us! We will move,
We will live,
We will not obey!

Let's embrace the Hell around us
And become a part of it.
Let's make our own Hell.
Let's be Hell itself.

It's our turn...
...to be the devils.

Sweet Insanity

I never knew how far away you were.
Your voice, echoing in the distance.
Were you ever really there?
In pain, you stood before me
With tearstained cheeks.
"Everything... will be okay,"
I chocking upon the very words that gave you breath.
My outstretched hand,
I came closer.
Alas, you disappeared the moment
I grasped for you.

Your body is no longer next to mine.
No, it never was, was it?
This delusion, it controls me.
My life.
But God, I, who never once prayed, ask for this one gift...
This one, this single, darling, precious gift.
"Give me one more day of this sweet insanity."
Thick as honey,
It feeds me.
Alas, God was far away from us
And my whisper was lost in the needy's prayers.

Silence,
Oh, this frightening silence,
Take me away. Blind me. Take my tongue. Swallow me whole.
Just give it back. Give it back!
I miss you! Oh, how I miss you!
To the sweet insanity I seem to have grown out of:
"If you leave me, I will never forgive you."

My peace, it has been disturbed.
The glass shatters,
Radiant light scattering to reveal the black & white & red background.
Is that the world?
I stepped slowly toward it, knowing there was no other future left for me.
Giving up. I'm scared, but I will not cry.
I cannot bear tainting this world with my sinful, salty tears.
"Take me."

One step, two steps. Three. Four.
The ground I thought was there...
Five.
...turned out to be a mere reflection...
Six.
...and the shimmering Abyss swallowed me whole.

Through the water, I struggled to breathe.
I struggled to see.
I struggled to scream.
I realized I could do none of these things.
[ 'Perhaps...'] I thought,
I groped about the darkness, finding something beautiful beside me.
It was you! Oh, my sweet insanity had been returned!
[ '...he was listening?' ]
Alas, you were different. Or was I?
My sight, voice, soul, and heart had all been taken from me
Just so I could see your smile once more,
Just so I could speak with you once more,
Just so I could love you once more,
Just so I could be one with you one last time.

I lacked understanding of how the things
I lose and the things I needed were related.
Even with you beside me, I felt nothing.

Oh, this sweet insanity... what have you done to me?

Mah Poetry
>>138 The Sins of Our Love
>>204 Our Blood is Black
>>206 Sweet Insanity
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Just so I don't have to Ctrl+F every time I come back to this thread for it lol

Roses are red
My name is Dave
Some poems don't make sense
Microwave

Roses are red.
violets are blue.
I suck at poetry.
Nice tits.

I said that to a girl and she said "Thanks"

>>208 >>209 Use Ctrl-F. Theres a "Roses are red" thread. Please post poems like this there. Thank you.

This coming from someone who isnt supposed to be here

>>211 We don't want a lot of Roses Are Red poetry on this thread, but it's perfectly acceptable every now and again. Poetry is poetry.

Seeing as I've been in a poetry mood..

Warmth and sun touches all things
The blossoms soon to bloom are on the trees
Life is on its way except..
The dark abyss steams with anger and sorrow
And I sit within it, staring up into the lands known as happiness.

I are bad at poetry.

The silver light reflects off the medal of my cage
looking out it seems so close
but when I reach it moves away
I only asked to be let out of the cage
but you said no.
You locked me in and threw away the key
The moon bathes me in it's light
and I am transformed.
I will be free
one day
I will break out
of this cage

A Random Poem XD

I once got Mii Outfit B,
On Mario Kart Wii,

If I were a poet,
I sure wouldn't know it,

But I'm a Dollar,
So everybody Holla!!!

ooh! I have a haiku, is it okay?

Breeze

The breeze is chilly
the birds go silent and calm
as the winds go strong.

I'm bad at poetry :p

　 ／l、
ﾞ（ﾟ､ ｡ ７
　l、ﾞ ~ヽ
　じしf_, )ノ

This is called "Terms" for slightly obvious reasons....

In terms of life im wounded

In terms of here im gone

In terms of God im forsaken

In terms of right im wrong

In terms of color im white

In terms of air im stone

In terms of direction im skewed

In terms of people im alone

In terms of up im left

In terms of night im noon

In terms of heaven im limbo

In terms of now im soon

In terms of myth im forgotten

In terms of money im cost

In terms of hate im anger

In terms of love im lost

i wrote this one for one of my classes

Light that never shines
A nightmare that never ends
To the end of time

No one ever looks at me,they turn their heads .I keep my head low not knowing where I'm going,I never cry never show emotions just the strange girl in the back.I carry no beauty with me just a disgusting face follows,in my mirror there is only horror on my face a ugly beast.I could put make-up on,but that would just cover me in lies,cover the beauty i can't find.My family and friends say I'm beautiful but i don't see it.I am blinded by my beauty,to only trick myself into thinking i am ugly.I keep telling myself that and soon I believe myself,That I'm blinded by my own beauty.Now I know others are blinded.

I don't know if this would go here but whatever...

this is sorta creepy but it i for a contest in my class


I need it!
The thought is over whelming
I need it!
I have to feel the cold sensation of that Sweet Dark Cherry Liquid
I need to feel the cold iciness of my switchblades handle
I need to feel the blade break to the soft flesh of my victim
I need to hear the Muffled whimpers of the person under my blade
I need to feel the energy run threw me
I need the grace of my knife cutting through them
Like a dance my blade spins and plunges in and out of your side like a skillful ballerina
I need it!
When you cry from the pain it makes me want to smile and scream in delight
I have to feel the blood flowing from your wound
I have to feel the Life being sucked out of there body
I feel your life seeping into my through my Switchblade
I need it!
I want it!
I crave it!

Love is the Sweetest Suicide.
Being in love with you kills me,
everyday it hurts more,
it's an annoyance, like a flea,
anger seeps through every pore,
But sometimes it seems like such a bore.
Although I'm not angry at you,
I'm more angry with me,
I feel like I've bitten off more than I can chew.
The cuts you leave scar so deep,
invisible to the human eye,
telling you is like taking a leap
into waters so deep,so I lie.
"I'm fine." I just say it,
though its a lie, you can see it,
as I begin to cry,
you kissed me,
feel as if I could fly,
"I love you." as you say that,
"I hate you.." I die.

The endless sorrow.
The failure, the pain.
The people I have let down.
As I walk this beach with no water, and think of all that I have done, none of it has helped anyone.
With a family that doesn't need me, a reputation that haunts me, and friends I do not deserve, I live this meaningless life.
Trying my hardest not to disappoint anyone else.
And yet I do over and over.
And each time I tell myself that it won't happen again.
Only to fail and not only hurt myself, but others as well.
Sometimes I think of what it would be like, to live a normal life. To walk a normal path.
Not one filled with darkness and betrayal.
Yet that will never be possible.
For my blood is black, and yours is red.
And that makes all the difference in the world.

>>225 Even your shelf.

>>225 Why would you do that to your shelf? That's terrible.

>>226 >>227 Whoa, I just wrote that since it came to mind, i don't really do that.

I was sort of in a depression when that came to mind.

The Reaper

Hello, good day, how do you do?
I am the Reaper, and i must bid you adeiu
For i am the Reaper, and as you may know
As soon as i greet you, then you must go

I come into your household with the night
And bide my time, hidden, out of sight
Im sorry, i truly apologize for the fright
But your ticking, ticking clock has stopped tonight

Dont worry, dont believe anything they say
I didnt kill you, im just taking you away
Look, see your body on that bed you lay?
You, my dear fellow, have died to-day

Im here to take you to a far away place
That is cradled in the outer reaches of space
Life, as you may have been told, is a race
And you have lost, in this lifes' case

Come with me, away, away from here
If you dont want to listen we'll play it by ear
And as soon as you have this place onto your mind seared
Call my name, call me, and i shall hear

>>228

The joke is more that you made the typo of "myshelf" as opposed to "myself"

So you betrayed your furniture. Which is simply barbaric.

yeah i know i typed that when i was not in my right mind either.

what is it that you love?
i love things that falls from above,
tears from the clouds,rain
rain is like paint
that falls on saints
one day the water will ring(come)
as i dance in the rain and sing

~ i made this up

My vision is dyed a bright white.

As if they happen to be silhouetted,
Black letters hide the light from my eyes.
Already in the middle of a game of hide and seek,
It doesn't really bother me.

I guess it's about time I do this.

A small flying saucer glides across the white,
Highlighting and moving the shadows,
Forming a new spell all together.
A great grin stretches across my rather pale face.

I can't believe I went this far.

My footsteps echoed through the dark passage.
The strange heart inside me was thumping exceptionally hard,
So I kept my hand over in case it was about to jump out of me.
I hope my rib cage holds up.

Fuck, I should be praying for that.

His face was like that of a great demon,
And he glared down at me with distaste.
I told the Devil what I came for.
I then thanked God because it only cost me a few leprechauns.

I guess I'm going to Hell now, huh?

This is the chance I need, though.

Armed with strong spells,
I ran far away from my borned world.
It is about time that I became someone new.
Do you mind?

Of course you don't.

You don't know me.

The bright lights look threatening.
I wonder if I'm going to die soon.
It's not time for that,
Though.

Now is a time for dancing.

I love my life.

Away from all that I once knew,
This dimension swallows me whole.
I do not try to avoid its jaws at all.
This is where I belong.

That's where I once belonged.

Not anymore, though.

The ice-cold blue surrounds me,
Devours my entire entity.
I'm finally going to...
Is it already that time? Time for me to go?

The world is spinning.

The screen is white again.

I'm not touching the mouse.

Why are the letters scrambling?

I'm scared. Mom? Dad?

...what's a mom? A dad?

Who am I?

I don't...

What is that strange thing on the white?

Such an ugly, simple pattern.

Why is everything blurry?

What does blurry mean?

I...

I think I...

/system failure/

Lost your chance.
You hate them when they want you,
But want them when they're taken,
Deep down it's true,
You know you were mistaken.

You cry yourself to sleep each night,
You want to find out what you missed,
What you did was not right,
Because now you just want to be kissed.

Even though you missed your chance,
You wonder why they changed their mind,
You want your chance to be their dance,
Because love is truly blind.

You waste your time,
Fighting for your turn,
But when you did the same crime,
you just watched them burn.

It is over now,
You will not get them back,
Because they just made the vow,
Your train has run its track.

~"Countdown"
TEN. The boy meets with his grandmother, of whom he happily embraces.
NINE. The two do almost everything together while he visits, whether it be catching fish or watching a film; they learn each other's flaws, and strengths. She tells him he cries too often when things happen. He just cries more in response.
EIGHT. The boy leaves, but he continues to come back. She always remarks on his growth and of the the earlier times they spent together, and how things aren't like they were in "the old days."
SEVEN. Carefree, the two enjoy what little time of the year they embrace, since he is here, and she is over there, and distance severs many relations.
SIX. The boy has grown. Not by much, but by some. She tells him he is still a child. He claims he is a man.
FIVE. He who thinks himself a man continues to visit, but grave news travels fast. She who would be his critic is dying of cancer.
FOUR. The almost certain death of family ties them together. Not only them, but many other members of their family as well, although the two keep spending time together, their smiles being the only real cure.
THREE. Time is not her ally, as her bones become frail as sponge, her skin like layers of sheet paper. He comforts her, and cannot help but think that the cancer is attempting to punish her for fighting back.
TWO. She spends half her days hooked up to an IV, and yet, he still comes to visit her, even when she doesn't ask. However, the doctors tell her and her family that the chemotherapy is over. It'll be a while before she fully recovers, but hope remains.
ONE.
Wrong.
In just over a month, she is again surrounded by white suits, no longer in pain. No longer among the living. And it is not the boy who cries, but the mother of the boy, for the boy knows that she who would be his critic would once again criticize him for being too soft. He still cries, if only a little.
ZERO.

Found this in a pocket in the back of the book I'm writing. Don't remember writing it.

I walk alone surrounded by shadows
No one around that I can see.
Hearing voices all around me,
singing songs of sorrow that comforts me.

The darkness steals my heart,
The shadows steal my mind,
The devil whispers in my ear,
but no one hears, does anyone care?

I fall to the ground
tears blurring my vision.
I move along the rocks,
To fall lifeless into the fission.

bump

Reality

Here I am, waiting again.
Precious moments for some,
But I suppose most are like me.
They waste this time because
they have no choice, really.
I think about, no I dream,
of hundreds of realms that can
only be sustained in my own
sense of reality.
Everything I have longed to say
comes out in these moments,
late at night with only
the glow of a screen lighting
my forgettable features.
I dream, dream of saying my heart,
spilling it out so I can show
the full matter of fact that's me.
But I stay quit back in the real time.
I feel it, and dwelling on the thought
brings an ache to my silent pulse,
Heard by no one because no one's
listening for my beat.
I flow back into myself,
dreaming time and time again,
of a phrase, and sometimes
speech so one or another,
would gently fall back away
from the current, from the
solid sense of their reality,
and into mine, where my heart races,
and they would hear who I am.
I float on in this time, and dream
of her or him or you.
I long for the presence we
sense is destained to fade,
and I restain from the path
that is sure to bring only pain.
But I want to try anyways,
it's what makes me human,
reminds me I am alive.
I want to try, even though I will fail.
I know I will fail, I am human.
Time fades and floats by,
you can hear it even now on
the wall clocks and digital
media devices littered in our modern homes.
How long has gone by just to formulate
this, which I feel every night,
into a practical form?
Don't drift away, float on to
new ways and difficult days.
Please stay, at least long enough
to breathe more than the darkness
which we all seem to seek.
Hear me, know I am more
than the perception which
we are allotted.
I am yours.
But only if you know that
one must be willing to have pain,
so new life may find it's way.
We are all so wrong,
just like hummingbirds
who are not willling to move.
It seems we've all lost the plot.

Paths That Cross


I ponder the course

I sway - the wind plays,

While you tread confidence,

You stay - the path remains.

Silent self holds me,

Captivity says shy away,

I do.

Words brew in the soul,

Spoil too quick - untasted,

Listen - body movements,

Silence a virtue a pain,

Golden actions, hopes.

Wind breeze cross

The laid stone way,

Passed through clouds

Carried to ocean domain.

Clocks - I hear

They splinter

But time rages,

You move forward,

I travel sideways.

Confusion like ticking clocks,

We intertwine - are torn,

Stone cold feels nothing,

Wind shreds into storms.

Confusion will never stop.

Patient

Footsteps echo from where you used to stand,
I've sat around just like I am still now,
That stubborn grin still tied across my face,
Hands still folded, patient and steady.

And I list the things I have not been,
And probably will never be even now,
My voice distinctly lacking any song,
Clumsy more than polite and right to say,

Here my view allows to watch the storm part,
It's burdens are past and the clouds divide,
Into smaller clusters of wisp and life,
Slowly fading into light and air and atmosphere,

Such is your sound and presence of soul,
An echo of the former that will haunt latter days,
As I see you, you're fading is held in place by hands,
Certain and sure in their warmth and grasp,

Shadows and glows define my rest and place,
Definitions and senses of reality or hope,
My joy is ironic and bittersweet bliss surrounds,
Let my chronicle be recorded, my foolish self pronounced.

The pen graces the paper with poorly constructed
Characters arranged into jumbled formations
Unpleasent to the eye and difficult to percieve
Even to the most well trained profession of sight,

These words are mine and will remain,
Although my mind is derivitive of truth,
At the end of the day regardless of sun or smile,
I still wait, sitting, as is alone my fate.

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Here I am,
Misfit among misfits,
Queen of the Damned,
and when I hear THIS, my spirit lifts,

Here they see me,
For the very first time,
Everyone's proud of me,
though I do not shine,

It's dreams of blood that stains these hands,
It's dreams of lust that keeps me trapped,
Trapped like a fish stuck on stray lands,

Sin is my secret power,
Sin is my secret a joy,
a joy on which I wish was like a sick flower
Rotting away, after being treated as a toy,

Never gave in, not once,
Never will, not ever,
but then again,
Never say never,

I WILL BE MYSELF!!!
I WILL FIGHT FOREVER!

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Oh, I love poetry and I do love to write poems, but all of you are so damned good; I'm a bit nervous posting my own works here!!
But, here I go anyways.
"Paranoia Masquerade"
Love is fear, hidden with an age old mask
Of deception and lies held within us
And we squeeze into the relentless Basque
Cloaked from the malevolent populous

And the ever-vivified vexation
Cast at us on the World’s stage of a play
Is why we faze in our hesitation
And why it took us very long to say

We mask ourselves from the hateful spite
We hide ourselves from the constant plight
And keep ourselves from the world lest bright
Locking ourselves in a palisade

Our life is a constant paranoia
Safe in our recondite Masquerade

Tried to stay true to a sonnet as much as I could, but I think it's more of a free verse.

The Petals will fall
The Temple Bells have rung
The day has ended

>>248 If that was intended to be a haiku, well, the second line only has six syllables.

The lights are ahead
They light up the street
The lights are red
And closer move my feet
But now I'm befuddled
And lay here slain
Guess that light in the tunnel
Was an approaching train

I'd love to get some opinions/feedback on this one. My friend said she liked it best of many I showed her, but idk why. Anyways:

As in the darkness we breathe,
So we seek.
Perhaps seeking solace in a remedy.
And so we move,
On one or two feet,
We stumble on in our minds wake,
Breaking rules that we set,
Lying to ourselves because,
The absolute reality that we won't believe,
Is the truth.
How can we, as stubborn beings,
Find our way if we won't open our,
Eyes to rays of light that shine,
Not from a selfish ideal, or
Even sentimental tribute,
But, to something beyond ideal,
An idea that extends beyond the potential,
Of our self-inflicted punishing lies attempting
To hide not the medicine which we
Take day by day to numb the pain until
The brake of dawn.
But what we hide is a cure,
Which our stubborn and dark ways refuse
To take for these things it will break.
We refuse because (It works) we don't want to believe.

Fall with me

"This darkness keeps pulling me in.

My wings are broken
My thread is torn.
My world shattered.
All of it...for not letting you suffer alone.

Warm light that sometimes
dares to peek in depths of
this forsaken place.

I can only watch it, feel it, but never reach it.

My wings are broken
My thread is torn.
My world shattered.
All of it...for not letting you fall alone."


This was something I quickly wrote as a description of the picture I made, so it`s not much... ^^`

So i was trying to write a comic book. And i thought it might help if I wrote some of the plot in poem form. Its not done just yet and idk if some of it makes sence. But Please tell me what you think. Thanks!

Society (Working Title)

My life was run by society's quest in achieving power and success.
I was pressured to work towards its quest.
But it wasn't for long I grew tired of working and decided to quit.
I was lost in the city with people souless and bland.
The world lost balence and started fly.
The city was scared and it lost balence
The fear spread like a imaginary disease
But yet i dont know why.
That wasn't untill i spot her standing in the stands.
She said she was from out of this world.
Someone who spoke of strange things.
We met when she was falling into the sky.
I saved her that day
She looked in to my eyes.
And her eyes was.....
But it wasnt untill I saved her I met him.
Some one unlike me who knew the city and its ways
And rebeled against the city
By not following it in its quest.
An enemy i would have made of him..
But a friend nevertheless...
We all live in the city
I had broken from my ways.
Now I had finally lived the way I wanted.

"Raindrops"

My life is filled with rain
I a person on the ground
Gazing up at the sky
The droplets people who pass me on the way down

Never knowing them long enough to love
I try to catch them
Hold them close
But alas you cannot catch the rain

(title in progress, give me one!)

laugh and i shall never fear
smile and i'll have not a tear
stay away, i'll always be near
scorn me you'll always be my dear

take the sunshine, i'll take the rain
have all the joys, i'll have the pain
on beds of roses i'll have you lain
the bed of nail shall b my bane

just be an angel so fair in beauty
i'd never hesitate to fall for thee
enjoy your all and everything you can be
for the price you'll pay shall be the body of me

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Fragment of Time

Fragments of time...
shatters without pause.
No one can find
the answer to this cause.
All it takes is one shard to make it end.
It was fated this way with no amend.

Our days are buried with us.
That one thought haunts me this much.
Embraced in loneliness, we know the meaning of losing each other.
Faced with only this, our hearts have no feelings for another.
With you, I felt eternity...
A lie...that is not.
The truth are our memories...
Even if this body rots.
No matter how many times this heart breaks...
When it shatters, I won't break...
For that pain I'll endure...
With time, that will cure...
But losing you is sorrow,
Like a vanishing tomorrow.
A scar that won't heal...
A nightmare that is real.
Don't forget...
In a dream, nothing will ever end.
These words they beget:
I won't lose you again.

I love silent night.

This not for the die-hard religious people... or any religious people. Not even the Satanists. xD So be wary~ (I actually wrote it for a contest)

"Satanic War"

A silent scream, a pentragam, its mark upon the wall;
Satan's here to seek revenge, he's here to kill you all.
Unjustly thrown from Heaven's peak, he vows to seek revenge;
Sent to Hell with unGodly might, his fall he will avenge.

Tormented souls that seek a solace where Heaven they're not bound;
To Hell they go for being different, to the place deep within the ground.
Satan treats them equally, his wrath aiming towards the God;
The God who shunned him, threw aside, the one who is so flawed.

Attacking Heaven with his force, Satan grows more strong;
Cause Satan knows that he is right, and God is in the wrong.
God has shunned and broken down the people who believed;
God is the murderer, the one who has deceived.

Satan will devour, destroying all God's might;
It will be a bloody bath, but Satan's will is right.
God betrayed his people, the fools who didn't know;
But now Satan will reveal their God, tis a bloody show.

Screams of agony and pure pain, a fire burns the town;
All the buildings they have built are finally crumbling down.
Fire lines the streets and blood has filled the sea;
But as we all have learned, nothing in life is free.

The showdown we all wait to see, has finally just begun;
And as you pray for God to win, I pray it's Satan who has won.
A bloody battle and many deaths, a God who is corrupted;
With all the forces tying in, a war of realms erupted.

And as the war goes on, our realm will be insanely clouded;
Midjudgements going on and darkness that has shrouded.
Our realm will be in chaos, blood will the stain the hands;
Of the "pure" and "inncoent" as their God demands.

So it's time for you to choose whose side you will defend;
You can close your eyes, but this is not pretend.
Will you follow God, or has Satan caught your eye;
You better decide wisely, or else you might just die.

Hey!! I'm going through stuff and am finding old poetry! I'll start posting it soon. It'll go on FictionPress too.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME?


what is your name?

mine is nothing

it's just a word
a word that describes something,
I'm sure

but does it describe me?

who's to say?
does this word I own
this word that's my title,

does it define me
or something greater?
something less?

or

does it serve as a lable?

does it define me?

that quiet girl
that will talk when she's spoken to
that girl with the chipped
black
nailpolish

that tall girl
that smiles and laughs
like she's normal

or

does it define me?

this girl
with a growing hate
for this world's
ignorance
errors
war

this girl
who acts like she's ok
when she's breaking inside

this girl
who is deeper
than any sea
any ocean
than anyone will ever know

so

does this
lable
name
title
define a person?

please

answer me this:

what is your name?

>>262 that was beautiful

BEING ME
I AM NOT WHAT YOU THINK ME TO BE
I AM OF THOSE HOW RE MISUNDERSTOOD
I AM OF THE GARGOYLE GUARDIANS
MISUNDERSTOOD AS SOMETHING THERE NOT
I AM A HEAVILY THORNED ROSE
ISOLATED FROM THE WORLD
FROM LIVING
FROM LOVING
NOT BECAUSE YOU MADE ME ASHAMED
WHEN I HAVE NO FAULT IN WHO I AM
DO NOT BLAME ME FOR BEING ME
BLAME MY PARENTS
BLAME YOUR GOD'S
BUT....
DONT....
BLAME....
ME!!!!

Love
Is
Eternal

Farewell to Childhood

Faded in the eyes the wonder
Sweetness and innocence gone forever
No longer can I walk in the meadow
Of fancy, fantasy and infinite forever
Adam and Eve out of Eden
Exiled. To enter, forbidden
It must be such sorrow
To watch the door close as they go
Like a phantom vanishes, dreams in tow.

How wasteful was I in my childhood
Search, search, search, unending searching
Learn, learn, learn, unending learning.
But what can I do, butterfly, Mayflower?
I wished to see the world beyond me
I wished to see true reality
Yet those around me I can't see
The light has gone from my eyes
I see everything in a new light.
Funny, there is nothing in sight

How I long to remember
What I had when I was younger,
But hope as I might I shall grow older
Let me offer this farewell then as a prayer
To my childhood gone forever
As I walk away
To the land of never.

the very perfection
the sweet perfection
of a first kiss affection

Time is not for mourning.
Lose someone? Move on.
This is my word of warning.

I considered this poetry. I think it's shitty, and would like for you to all know that I've improved, but I'm posting all of my shit (no matter how crappy).

i am FEAW and FEAW is the for elements
F is for fire i destroy all in my path
E is for earth i am strong and hold my ground
A is for air i can be there without anyone knowing
W is for water i am pure and helpful to all
there for next time u think of me u will think of FEAW because FEAW is me
and ALL SHALL FEAR FEAW

>>268 im with you on the old poetry, why not?

SEE LIKE ME

Lip gloss, heels, hairspray and pink,
Things that define a girl by what's seen
Cut, curled, and dyed in a wink
Things that define a girl by what's clean

No makeup, hair let down, shorts and a tee,
That is the "beauty" that defines me
Not curled, no frills, no heels, no spray,
Only flips and a tee cuz I like it that way

I’m not indoors like other girls,
Who sit with their makeup in hand
I’d rather be outside, letting the breeze tangle my hair in twirls,
Or lying on the beach, covered in sand
Instead of things like TV,
Watching a sunset and natural beauty
Wishing others could see like me

Dye not needed, no curls nor trims,
No machines or fake tans
Just the sun warming extended limbs
The breeze can dry your hair,
The flowers can hold your secrets
Trees can be climbed if you dare,
And shells kept as trinkets

Nature is a beauty that offers so much
Yet not all see it there
Girls trying to fit in with fakes and such


Lip gloss, heels, hairspray and pink,
Things that define a girl by what's seen
Cut, curled, and dyed in a wink
Things that define a girl by what's clean

No makeup, hair let down, shorts and a tee,
That is the "beauty" that defines me
Not curled, no frills, no heels, no spray,
Only flips and a tee cuz I like it that way

I’m not indoors like other girls,
Who sit with their makeup in hand
I’d rather be outside, letting the breeze tangle my hair in twirls,
Or lying on the beach, covered in sand
Instead of things like TV,
Watching a sunset and natural beauty
Wishing others could see like me

GIVE IT

Give me a pen, and a treaty, I will write
Give me a will, and for a futur, I will fight
Give me a book, and a dream, I will see
Give me hope, and imprisoned, I will be free.

To >>all the poetry posted

>>272 do you realize that poetry used to be a big deal, something people can express themselves through, but now we're losing it to bad music? same with art: people were skilled and freely expressed themselves. now there arent as many great artists. unless you understand the point of poetry, dont disrespect it. anyone can rhyme, but only true poets can hide a special meaning in their works. and as i can see here, poetry isnt too long gone. it will take time and effort, but we can try to bring poetry back to its former glory.

From start to finish I wonder why, The cuts look good in this messed up lie.
The blood that trickles down my arm, People all stare at the girl who self-harms.
"The emo" they call me I turn to my name, They act out slicing their wrists
I hang my head in shame. I can't help my feelings Of being alone,
I hide myself for the day Just longing to go home.
I sprawl on my bed With my razor in hand, And take myself away
To a much better land. I stare in the mirror And let myself cry,
Looking forward to the day That I finally die.

Cold kiss
I'm resting now
lost at sea
there's a heavy burden following me

I'm sinking now
Drifting away
wieghted by the memory of my stray
why was I to dumb to see
how God made you just for me

I'm laying on the soft sand floor
I know you're crying from the shore
It's not your fault
the blame is mine
it broke my heart to see your tears shine
they lower me now as you throw a rose down
our last kiss and it fell on my cold dead lips.

Moonlight and Sawdust
Hours of Sands
Tick tock, tick tock
Counts off Death's hands
A child is crying
In rivers of red
A young girl weeps
Their mother is dead
Out on the the streets
Lovers sing songs
With tears in their eyes
They have not long
A shadow descends
A man falls
The elderly vanish
Bhind useless walls
Wolves howl a lament
For the fall of man
For all who did stand
Not those who ran
A boy with scythe
Stands alone
Among all the bodies
The blood and the bone
Death approaches
The boy only grins
The curser of humans
The one named Sin
Sand dust and Moonlight
Hours of Sands
Death is now leaving
With the boy in hand

(I wrote this about two years ago in class for no real reason ^^; )

Life in Life
Dreams for Dreams
Nothing truly as it seems.

Sandy Ocean
Desert Flower
Constant changing by the hour.

Can you see me?
Am I there?
Are you sure?
Really? Where?

Lies hidden in dusty light.
Truth exposed with fearful fright.
Perceptions making both distort
But which is real? Which can you find?

Lies of Truth
Truth of Lies
Can one exist without the other?
Is there an absolute?

Worlds within worlds
Life unknown.
Do we need to look beyond ourselves,
To find a tale untold?

Life in Life
Dreams for Dreams
Nothing truly as it seems.




I actually just wrote this poem right before I typed it out here, and I wanted to know what everyone thought, if anyone actually reads these, or just post their own and leave. -shrug- Oh well, I got it out there.

i trusted her
blind with love
symbolism for dove
she played me like a fool
now i sit in my room
filled with doubt
all about leaving
whats this feeling
remorse
a course for me
to be free
and die peacefully

>277 >279
I really like y'alls poems they are really good(:

>>281 TOTALLY!

>>281 >>282 Thanks ^w^

Yet another old poem of mine (if you recognize it, you probably know my Fanfiction.net account ^w^)
A Heavenly kind visage
The one who stares at me
With those soft but cold ice eyes
I wish that I could heal the scarsYou hold in your heart
As pure as fallen snow
After the first winter's breath
But colder still than that day
Why do you look at people
So hatefully?
You have the wings to flee
But not the knowledge how
A caged and sorrowful bird
Locked in a darkness you
Yourself made
My angel, my love
If you need
Call to me and I will
Show you how to reach
The far-off distant sky

>>281 >>282 Thank you. ^.^

Well.. I guess if I'm going to post again I might as well include another poem.. After all it's what the thread is for right?

Redemption, Rebirth
A second chance
Mistakes, Failure
Reality's knife.

Never undone, Never reborn
What's done is done
Now face your scorn

You may be forgiven
But you can't forget
No matter what is said.

You may run away,
You may try and hide,
But you always know the truth.

So try and hide if you will,
Try to kill it if you must
But no matter what others say
No matter the new places you go

You are always followed.
You are always seen
By those eyes that are your own

Hung by the noose of your blackened mind
Light fades,
Swallowed by grief
Held down by the rocks you hold on to
Your executer is you.

>>284 I really like that poem! Its amazing!!

>>285 Thank you so much.

I'm actually out of original poems at the moment, due to not being able to find any old poems, and not finding inspiration for a new one. So I'm just going to post one of my all-time favorite poems.

Invictus
By 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.

find me alone
love struck to the bone
you find a love message on my phone
read it until your heart sinks
me thinking wow shes going to freak
but now i need to calm down
find a neutral place
luckily no one is around
suddenly a beeeep
i think the worst
o god theres only one of her
shes a black sheep
i pick it up and i realize
that my feelings is what i must keep.

hope you like this one, I wrote it myself!

FATE HATES NOTHING MORE THAN:

There are those who only speak of bad things;
of things better left unsaid;
of wars famine disease,
and perils no eye should see.
They speak of fickle, frayed fate
that no one can see or relate.
They dwell on things that won't change
and things that no longer exist.
They fail to see the present,
but they think too much.

There are those who only speak of good things;
things everyone wishes they could hear;
things that never seem to happen to "me";
of children, love, fate
in an entirely different way.
But they plan too much for the future
to keep things they can't,
and so they curse fate
when it doesn't go their way.
They fail to see the present
they don't think enough.

But as for me I think of both;
the good and the bad
the love and the hate
the luck and the pain.
For what is a man if he
has not proven himself with a few scars?
What is a women if she
has not shown she can stand during the storm?
If I do not stand
with the good and the bad
how can I say I am me?
When I look in the mirror
I can see the good and the bad
reflected in my eyes.
That's how I can stand up
and brush myself off
when fate gets rough.
Because fate hates nothing more than
someone who could really care less.

Just made this up on the fly so hope you enjoy it...

Cry its the only emotion i can feel
"go die" she said, this i can not heal
loneliness is a feeling only i can feel
then i think
what happened to the word will
well it disappeared when she said
my love for you is not real

Seriously, guys? If you're going to post your poetry, at least /attempt/ to spell check it. At the very least, capitalize your I's.

>>288 I really like this one :O

>>291 thanks. I'm trying to write some more but I have hit a dead end. But you guys are all great! XD

>>284, >>288, and >>283, THEY'RE SO GOOD ugh

I was depressed, so I wrote this. The only good thing about me being emotionally unstable, is that I become strangely creative.

Red eyes glowing
Shining faintly in the darkness
They see the blood of our kin
And the results of our sin
While we pray to a rotting carcass

Red eyes glowing.
Gleaming brighter than the stars
Creatures stir in the ashes
Licking the blood from their gashes
The battle unraveled in scars

Red eyes glowing.
Flashing like a beacon in the night
They watch over the gallows
While we nest in the hallows
The land has become a sorry sight

Red eyes glowing.
Burning like the fire in a hearth
The death is brought by human hand
Thrusting a plague upon the land
For the damage we have done to this earth

Makes the red eyes glow.

I'm going through some old stuff, and have found some old poems of different sorts. There's a found poem that I got a shitty grade for, but it's pretty good. There's three on The Hunger Games. There's others too. I'll post them here when I type them up. Would you all enjoy that?

>>294 YES.

>>293 Thanks. I like yours a lot too.

Well, I finally defeated the writer's block. Still trying to find other old poems though. So.. Here it is.

WHAT IS FOREVER?

Forever. Eternity. 
Time goes on and on.
Forever holding. Forever strong. 

Unbeatable. Invincible. 
A heroes feat. 
A light so strong. 
They can't be beat. 

Now, look into your forever, 
Tell me. What do you see? 
Elderly, crumbly, 
Too broken to be free? 

Maybe you see children, 
Love, Hope. Happiness. 
Maybe you see the end. 
Know it's all to good to last. 

Forever is never. 
Forever can't live. 
Everything ends. 
Everything stops. 

The clocks stop ticking. 
The birds stop cheering. 
The heroes fall and die. 
Forever ends.
Eternity falls. 

Heroes  are beaten. 
By time, or by fight. 
The sun stops shining. 
The baby stops whining. 
Love is broken. 
Never remade. 
Never truly renewed. 

Forever. Eternity. 
The unseen end. 
Ever Failing. Ever wrong. 

My bloodied hands show all my pain,

WHat is it you need to gain!!?

Through all this pain, this strife,

I will fight with all my might!

Despite your betrayal, despite the lie,

I care for you, and I don't know why...

You say I'm the bad one?

What have i done!!!??

What did I do to force you on this path?

Was it me, or my uncontrollable wrath?

It doesn't matter, it's obviously too late,

No matter what I do now, your heart is always filled with hate,

I know I might be a little late,

But, I love you, at an astonishing rate,

And I always have, despite myself,

The me screaming and crying like a little welp,

Powerless to change, to strong to let go,

Now, all I feel is woe,

A better word would be pity,

The fact that you think you can beat me is just silly,

Im not going to let you win,

No matter what my punishments are for my so called "SIN",

Time stands still, harsh words fly by,

Though why am I still wondering why?

Why the betrayal? why the hurt?

Your like fire, get to close you get burnt,

STOP!! Let me backtrack,

No longer will I hold myself back,

I don't know you, you don't exist,

Your identity in my mind, I will imagine...

it will be missed,

But right now, this must be..

Go on ahead!!! Beg, say "FORGIVE ME", love me!!! But, but you are now nothing to me

U look at me and expect me to start runnin
But bitch I ain ever gonna stop comin
My heart is true
It's pumpin
Urs is black and blue
So keep runnin
Ur cold and dead
I'm alive and well
Let me show you hell
I've got a passion and a will
Uve got no love
Ur done
THE END

>>293 Thanks, I like your poem ^w^

Next poem-Spur of the moment thing; it's actually two "voices" going on at the same time, one trying to comfort the other while the other is unaware of it until the end.


I found you and stayed beside you always
/I feel all alone and forgotten in this place/
When you smile my heart beats faster
/I haven’t smiled for so long/
And when you cry, I try to make it right
/My tears are all dried up/
They push you down
/I’m surrounded/
I pick you up
/I’m starting to fall/
They break your heart
/Why don’t they like me?/
I put it back together
/Why can’t they accept me?/
And when they come
/I just want to be accepted…/
I take my stand
/Just need one person to care/
I knock them down
/There’s darkness all around/
And make them run
/And yet…/
And make sure you’re safe and sound again
/“Who are you?”/
I’ll protect you from the bad guys
/…”Will you accept me then?”/

~“Always”~

First thing I want to say is I know this sucks. Second thing this is based of the ending of a story I'm working on. Third and final thing I want to say is I don't normally write poetry, but I felt like writting some for some strange reason.

Luc's Poem To His Father:

Never thought I'd see the day
that I would plead and
Pray
To you my Father, the Snakes head

You looked at me and asked with magnificent grace:
"Tell me son why do you pray?"
I look up to see your face
For the first time I saw your face clear as day

I hesitated to answer and thought:
"How do I ask him? Do I make him a bargain?"
My mind began to blur as anger took over: "After all I fought....
I lost her again..."

I made my decision on what to say:
"It's simple Father
the reason I pray
is because I want my lover."

A smile appeared on your face
You softly spoke and said:
"Very well my son but you must take your place by my side and 
your loyalty must be displayed."

I did what you asked of me 
and you kept your word
But I wanted true freedom for my lover and offspring.
So I helped them escape you by committing 
a sin used much in this world
In the end I was my own end it would seem to me

My Father, Satan, I hope you have enjoyed
your rule, but soon you shall be destroyed
Not by me nor my allies, the Demi-gods or the wolves
You will fall to those 
of my and my wife's blood
My children will sing songs
of rebellion and hope until they become strong and bold

To you my Father I bid you and your rule adieu
And to my children good luck I wish you.

Okay,here it goes

~For Rachel S.,if she Ever decides to come back and be friends again~
look me in the eye
and tell me its my fault
for beliveing in the good
of what cannot be bought
tell me all the lies
where worth the tears and crys
that the battle that we waged
was worth its weight in gold
and that my soul
is something of my own
and that youll come back home
where it is safe again
but you look me in the eyes
say that you dont want to talk
and like a blow to the chest
or a checkmate in chess
you have control again
and I am down for the count
crying
So look me in the eyes
and tell me lies
and say you want me back again.

Hear that heart beat
its just for you
perfect setting
to say three words
I Love Youz
who knows...
you might feel this way
about me too
or not
do fairy tales come true
tell me if you know
because this suspense kills me so slow
it surprises me that some men see women as in a lower row
there goes a pet peeve
like when a person waits till new years eve
to go green
oops i mean resolution
girl our love can turn into a fusion
now that's what i call a fantasy...
or making a group for poems and friends alike
to share your story or thoughts on this typing mic

Bracelet on her wrist
with the initials
to make it official
that were together
problems weighed to a feather
and when we get together
i let her know that she the one for me
my babyyy
no need to be shady
we speak freely
and when she see me
she blush indefinitely
man ill tell you
thats the cutest thing you'll ever see
wow
this poem is going great
but its late
so cyea

I was bourne unto a family broken to peices, people only took me for their own reasons.
No constants in my life.
People changed with the seasons.
I was with a mother on self-destructive path.
and my abusive step-father full of wrath.
I was only a child unable to comprehend,
all the bad things that happened to me around every bend.
Everywhere i went there were hard situations,
If it wasnt drugs it was sleeping at bus stations.
I grew up on the streets with nothing but me
I have completely raised myself since the age of thirteen.
I was Without my father who was always in jail,
And my mother trying to cope and turned to the needle.
There is light shining at the end of this tunnel,
Despite all the bad things I continue to smile.
Without a doubt ive had some bad experiences,
But I still have a reason to live.
I was pulled out of the darkness by a sweet voice,
The one i love dearly that gave me a choice.
Stay with her and swim in the light,
or go back to the evil where i have to fight for my life.
This isnt just a story that i came up with in my head,
Without the one i call my love i would be dead.

I posted this already in my own thread but i figured it would go better here. I wrote this one night when thinking about my life.

This is a poem I submitted for a contest one time. I wrote it a loooong time ago, in like 5th grade.

Everything so dry and so bare,
Thin skeleton tree branches reach,
Towards the slightly cool night air,
Hear rusty ravens screech.

The dry reed pond reflects light,
From the cloudy sun afternoon,
The lifeless leaves whirl in flight,
Beneath the wide-eyed moon.

I feel like submitting another poem so here you go. I wrote this after watching a Let's Play of the horror/puzzle game Limbo.

Limbo

Folded legs, Black, Misty surroundings
Flickering, flickering
Dirtied skirts and glowing eyes
Flickering, flickering
Dark winds and lost voices, Looking for you, I myself
Flickering, flickering
Picking flowers and gentle footsteps
Fading, fading
Settling forest, Silent hill.

Anyone who knows/has played the game Limbo should understand this more than a person who doesn't/hasn't.

Devil's Headache (based on a true story)

We knew he didn't have much time,
The world had taken it's toll.
But every time he saw us cry,
He shook his wrinkled fist more.
No one wanted him to die,
But then again who does?
He was the light in everyone's lives,
and without him we would be lost.
But Grandpa takes me on his lap,
and whispers one last time,
"'Smile little girl,
it makes the world bright.
Smile for me and remember,
it gives the devil a headache.'"

Bump~

A Poem for a certain group

In the final days of summer
When the air began to cool
You were lying so still
Sleeping like an angel

A pure and loving spirit
You never meant any harm
Only wishing to love and be loved
Smiling like an angel

You'd find your other half
And the days would be a dream
Living for the moment
Dancing like an angel

But darkness did descend
And your love was torn apart
By those who were cruel and angry
Nothing like the angels

They broke your heart
You were no longer whole

They took you down
Your cries fell on deaf ears

You pleaded, begged
Prayed to God above
What did you ever do
To deserve this cruel pain?

They laughed, they told you
That they were just
And all you could think
Was how was that so?

And when it ended
When they passed
You stared up at heaven
And wished to be an angel

(Were we truly tainted?
Were we not so pure?
Were we wrong to love and wish to be loved
By who we truly want?
Were we not to be?
Are we wrong in His eyes?
Can God truly not love us
Because of what we feel?)

In the final days of summer
Your wings were spread out wide
And where the grass was crimson
You were sleeping, a true angel

To Wish Upon a Starfish

To wish upon a starfish
Seems easier to me
Than to wish upon a glowing star
That i can hardly see

To wish upon a starfish
Who is oh-so closer home
Wishes would be faster heard
By a lonely star in foam

To wish upon a starfish
A brilliant, common thing
Is better than wishing to a star
That flies higher than a swing

To wish upon a starfish
Whatever would you say?
Wishing upon a fish or star
Is silly, i daresay

All Around the Fire

Come dance around the fire with me
It is terribly merry
Ah the joys of music
As you swirl and twirl
The colors will blur
And you lose track of time
As you listen to the nefarious rhyme
Everyone is magnificently beautiful
Cruelty at its best
The disgusting and the ugly
The disfigured and the terrible
All under the most wonderful pretense
Such gorgeous facades
Pretty faces lie
To trust one is to die

Our world

Everything we share..
For this is our world
butterflies and ladybugs fly through your hair
laughter and giggles echo through the air

This is our world
this state is just and fair
but in our world there is evil
so be-where
or not, im here
so let me handle things on my own
for this boy has grown

This is our world
it seems i failed my dear
this evil is screaming
quickly shut your ears

This is our world
we've came along way
but now we must part
for my heart is corrupted by our world,
and your the only one who has a pure heart...

What else can i say my dear
this is your world
and here you must stay

This is my first poem and I've never been much of a writer. It's probably not much good but I'll post it anyways.

On the verge of defeat:

As I rise from below,
I take another blow.

As I sink to the ground,
I feel forever bound.

As I lay in the dirt,
I am nothing but hurt.

As I lift my head,
I see everything in red.

As my friends fall,
I decide to stand tall.

As I rise to my feet,
I am out to defeat.

As my enemy is overpowered,
I see him run like a coward.

As my friend takes my hand,
I help him to stand.

A haiku I made while travelling...XD

Black is the sea from
end to end, no noise was made
but from gentle waves.

wow

Some of these poems are pretty impressive. I wish I could write like this.

I love poetry of any kind.
Here is one of my own:

You think you're so great,
but you don't have a clue.
All your time was wasted
on all those others that you slew.

Cutting everyone down,
that's all your good for.
Making others feel worthless,
other than that, you're just a bore.

You respect no one,
no a single thing.
Going your own way,
destruction is what you bring.

A bloody path,
and insane laughter.
Thay aren't worth it,
just lambs for the slaughter.

But hey,
isn't it fun?
Hearing all those screams,
even when you're done.

Sorry, it's a tad... disturbed and depressing. I'm no good with love or happy poems.

i like poetry but i can only write it when i try really hard

bump

Chrysalis hanging from the tree,
A warm snow, a cold spring,
Earthquake turn up the roots,
Fire char the leaves.

Chrysalis hanging from the ruins,
Mother Nature raging mad.
Gold split from top to bottom,
Wings unfurl, glory had.

Drying out above the flames,
Tongues of madness, tongues of shame.
Mother Nature calming down,
Winged creature above the ground.

Wings of purple, wings of gold.
Eyes of green, fortune told.
Fly away, not to return.
This Earth is mad. This Earth is still.

Made this up on the spot. Lawl.

Lets swap our shoes and walk a mile.
March for peace in single file.
We'll show support and stay a while.
We'll spread the love and share a smile.
We are colorless, but shining bright.
Anonymous, but in plain sight.
Through sun and rain, day and night.
We're here to stand for what is right.

>>321
Absolute beauty.

>>321 Amazing. That's all I can think to say.

>>322
>>323 Thanks so much guys~

Straight, black and swaying
A women's hair is her life
As trash, brushed strands fall

uhhh, hello.. i'm not that good with poetry but this is something I've had a long time ago and now that I think about it, it's for a good friend who's played the bass for me:

I had a dream

That I saw the universe from far away

I saw the stars conversing – planning our universal causality

Floating aimlessly into the unknown

I realize that there is thin air between me and… everything

Slowly enclosing ‘me’ within myself is a sound resonating…

A sound that occupies every crevice of space

A sound from deep within your soul

To hold onto my love


Your idiosyncratic brainchild

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