Hey there fellow Dollars! Some of you may or may not know me, but I'm MrWolf. I'm fairly active on this website, giving advice, ideas, etc, but I am also a poet. In real life, I am someone who is always seen as tough and scary, and no one knows I write poetry, so, I thought I'd share some here using the anonymity of the internet. Feel free to post any poems you wrote, or poems you feel a connection to here as well. This is a judgement free zone!
Poem:
The Mirror
Your image is shrouded from the steam,
Therefore you can be whoever you dream,
But if you wish to be yourself again,
Simply clear the mist and look at your reflection.
Thereby looking you are filled with pride,
And shall never again wish to hide,
For if you are feeling sad or alone,
Simply go to the place where your reflection is shone.

*slowly claps* bravo, bravo...

Nice poem!
Reviving the chain with my own recent poems:

America the beautiful, like you have never seen
Soaring o’er vapor trails and spit of seawaves green
Spirit patriotic, Bishop, steeple or machine
Hope and spirit bursting, every person, at the seams

My darling was a deaf man, out of hubris, so I deemed
A drummer hitting hard at salty liquor in his ‘teens
Getting caught together in the shower, in the schemes
Picking through the ashes just to try and find the beans

His father was a goner, from his golden days he’d weaned
Got himself away from all the pleasure and the screams
Even now it haunts him, somewhere hidden in his dreams
The voices of the jet engine like prayers they had seemed

Sitting in the cockpit with his heartbeat in his grip
His spirit in his throat and his pistol at his hip
He tells himself that this is everything he’ll ever be
America the beautiful, like you will never see.

Here’s another one:

Father Time he had a son and lo his name was death
With moon-white scythe and bone a-step he cashed in all man’s debts

For yes, all souls succumb to death
The noble, gross or poor
Through eager means they face their threats
And soon, in time, obscure

When death was one in younger years
All pale and spry a thing
He turned himself to father’s ears
And started querying

“Why must I be designed, milord
For suffering and strife?
For all your creatures’ eyes are bored
To fear for end of life”

“Father wise your products fear,
And loathe me!” Cried the son
But father simply held him near
And said “continue on”

“Your mission is a noble one
O son of favored breast
Although of others there is none
Who to this may attest”

Now death has seen his many moons
And served his purpose well
No longer flinches, blinks or doubts
When all are crying hell

His fathers words emboldened him
Advice he’s closely kept
But deep within, full to his brim
He holds the same contempt

To take away the gift of life
Is not an easy task
But death, though grim, holds tight his scythe
And does as father asks

A Moment

Aim up high!
It boomed - then bloomed.
A transience magnificent.
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Nice pomes! Right now I’m currently doing pomes in school, so these are a few I wrote! WARNING!!! These will be BAD!!!

Haikus:

The water falls down,
Over the rocks and the clift it goes,
down into its new home.


The cold outside, it’s
Chilling but warm at the same time, when
snow falls down to the earth.

Tritina’s (not sure if I spelt that properly):

Together

I wonder if he’s still alive I think as I stare into the starry sky,
I wish we had come here together,
And snuggled in this blanket that’s warm.

I need him with me here so we can be together,
Wrapped in this blue blanket, oh so warm!
I notice that the night is slowly fading away into the new mornings beautiful sky.

I see the familiar sunrise that’s always so warm,
Greeting me as the moon tells me goodbye before it disappears into the beautiful morning sky.
I notice the trees swaying in the light wind together.

I hear the birds chirp to each other, going to fly into the warm sky, together as I slowly go inside.


Chocolate

I want that sweetness!
No, I need that sweet messiness!
It is my life!

That goey tasyty messiness,
That beautiful sweetness,
Which is for what I am worth, which is my life!

My life,
Is this delicious messiness!
I was born to taste this amazing sweetness!

This sweetness and messiness which I refer to is nothing less than chocolate! After tasting this gooey messiness my life in now whole! Compleet!

Guys this is incredible.
Here is my own: A poem from hell.


Going so high that you seem to fly,
With a smile so wide that reaches your eye,
I stretch my hand but there is nth to grasp,
Only your shadow is left behind,
But could i give my self that right,
To look for whatever there is left of you to find,
After everything i am the one to blame,
For you thought my life was a game,
I played by the rules but seemed to forget,
Tyhaty every way with you is a dead end,
Tge player should be hated after all,
For yoy didn't cause only my fall,
But made me the reason for everyone else's,
A burden that i couldn't bring my self to hold,
But one cannit run from his fate,
Even after this i couldn't bring myself to hate,
The one who left never to look back.


The end...

For whoever will see this. This a poem I wrote a bit of a while ago.

~When Two Ends Hope~

Until the glorious day comes
Until it ropes me into its awaiting arms
We’ll keep bearing our rotting fruit of injustice
And flaking away, we’ll still carry on

Each passing day resembles an avalanche
Waiting for the quietest of sounds to kill
Sharpening our blade we pander by
Our time has no patience for this will

Passing us so unaware we pause
Our knowledge had no worth on its knees
So where is our black and rotten cross
The writings on their wall disappeared with ease

And though this dim and starry night lasts
Our search for the sun never seems to end
This sun that fills this our world with life
This sun that is said to never land

So where is my black and rotten cross
This writing that never tends to stop
That glorious day that comes to kill
The avalanche waiting for my will

Where is it where is it
My darkened sky
Where is it
The sun that passed us by

Red Rose (Couplet Poem)

Grey mist shrouded the train in chaos and lies
It was then when innocence came to its demise.

The yelling, screaming, and separating of a mother’s hand,
Only made this hopeless terror among us expand.

As the sisters we were, we clung to each other tight,
Baring through a long and dreadful night.

The train was lead to an unforgiving gate,
For this was yet to be our tragic fate.

Pushed and shoved, we were to throw away our shoes,
But she was the one precious light I couldn’t lose.

It was then we came face to face with the Angel of Death.
The little courage I had in my heart had now given up and left.

Blood was spilt, needles were injected,
Some ended up cast away and disconnected.

Our hearts were slashed with pain, being once so pure,
Now stained with an illness that had no cure.

Through the depravity, her soul soon wilted like a rose
I saw my precious light flicker, look there she goes.

For that rose matched her killer’s flag and her blood soaked clothes.
How something so beautiful could be the same color as those, God only knows

(Josef Mengele, known as the Angel of Death, was notorious for his experiments on twins in Auschwitz).