Forum: Poetry

It soothes you, when you're too warm, it gives you, a fresh cool breeze, that makes you think, about a lot of things, the air loves you, it tries to cling to you, but you just go through it, the wind can be a positive thing,

Is there really such thing? Such thing for “perfect”? I don’t know, I really don’t know… Sometimes though, Some say they are perfect… They can’t be though, Being “perfect” is impossible… It simply is… I guess that means...

This light in me, it's so powerful, it has changed me, ever since from the beginning, I was weak, and couldn't do anything, until one day, this light aura gived me, the right to fight the dark, and take away the person's hate,

I will be strong, you won't stand a chance, I have now a strong heart, that sends the dark in fear, because light has shown me the way, it gave me the chance, to fight back, you may think I'm weak, but inside me, I'm strong, Hurt me once,

I won't give in, I thank you for hurting me, but don't you know? I'm actually learning hope, and what faith is, I'm getting stronger, my heart is strong, when you hurt me, because it learns more, about life and attitude,

You hate me, but you havent realized, that you're not awake, open your eyes, and wake up, I know you're mad at everyone, I know you hate them all, but still I know, there's a special thing, that makes it all go away...

It's over, it's done, I can't bring you back, I have done everything, but you just won't talk to me, you try to forget me, by deleting my love, then I give up, I cried in the corner, with the darkness,

If you think you'll die, then you let others die too, but you don't care, you just don't understand anything, but you don't care for anyone's opinion, you don't care for your friends then, if you die, so do I, just to let you know, that I'm with you, wherever you go,

Gladly, I thought, I had the best day of my life. Until, one thing, the thing that seprated me, and my loved one, is this force you called death, why is it, that you think about this? You don't know how much I feel, the feel of what you call pain,

We are the used, The abused, The tortured, The hurt. You are the loved, The liked, The wanted, The best.

This love could never last, It's all part of the past, We were happy and great, But, It just wasn't fate, We aren't right for eachother, Soon, we will find another Another that we will love, We will once again believe, they are from above.... _____________________________________________...

I'm falling to pieces, Faaaallling, All alone I shall fall, I can't stop falling, I'm always falling. _____________________ I know, I know... It sucks, But thanks for reading.

Nothing is the same without you here, I know you'll be gone the rest of the year, But we are all gloomy today, There is few things I can say, I don't understand why this happened to you, What did you ever do? You are such a good guy, If I could I would take this sickness from you, You...

My love for you is great I can't imagine how great it is, it is beyond the love scale. "I love you" is not really good, but my signs of love wiil sure work, because I love the way you talk to me, it also brightens my heart to see you, and every time you're here, it makes my heart so strong,...

To have and to hold, Where's the difference? Having is to own something, To hold is entirely different To have is only own you for so long but be taken back, To hold is to keep you forever.. To let you go is the hardest part, To let you go knowing I still love you is worse

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Again, I'm generally not a poetry writer. No longer. This is another poem that I deemed "okay" enough to share. Going Hunting Pools of blood staining the autumn ground, Unspoken words: "Good work!" when the deed is done. An empty shell, -still warm- With eyes of shimmering gold

I'm generally not a poetry writer. Not anymore. However, I dug this one up while going through my desk and decided it wasn't terrible. So rather than throw it out, here you go ^^; Awake Again (working title...) Awaken mornings Snow White Hair black as pre-roasted coal; Skin white as a...

Okay, this is what happened one night in tux chat. EVK: Why do people write poems in chats? Blank Valentine: As gifts, to those who plagerize and steal poems? EVK: No one cares, they could give a rat's.... EVK: Line after line of flooding displeasure EVK: Only the rants of my friends...

Vancant lots, Hollow alleyways. Something doesn't seem right, Might be the smell of decay. Sun's starting to shine, People awake to the day.

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