"I can't see the light.
I can't see you.
Why has everything gone dark?
This is no way to live.
Someone, open my eyes!
I don't have the strength.
I can't keep crawling
1. the use of irony,
it's ironic, don't you think?
sarcasm, ridicule, or the like,
sarcasm means I can ridicule you with wit.
in exposing, denouncing,
exposing lack of skill is an easy thing to do
or deriding vice, folly, etc.
While you are probably really great,
Don't take offense that I don't want to go on that date.
Saturday seems fine and all,
But that's when the kids are around to bawl.
While children are fine in small doses,
Saturday seems like a bad idea. (don't you quote this.)
It's not the company that I...
... Starting the begining ...
... Finishing the ending ...
... Always there ...
... Missused, abused ...
... Typed, never spoken ...
... Emo attention ho's ...
... Always overused ...
A pain so sweet
The broken promise I still kept
And here in this shade
I buried myself
I felt the grief in my conscience
Trembling like a thief
A more serious love poem.
My first wish is simple, subtle, and clear..
I wish for joy to come out of the thin air..
Feeling positive is all so good..
But not enough for me as it should..
My second wish is much harder to get..
I wish for wealth beyond upcoming regret..
I'm so excited because I'm starting my Poetry course soon, which means I'll be writing even more and posting more. So I hope people keep on reading and if you see something off about my poems, please let me know. Because from now until the end of my semester these specific poems will be for a...
Distant barking dogs... stop barking in my face.
No sleep for hours. Don't want to get up.
Sunlight, burning blight on my face...
Leave me and my spinning bed be!
I hate my loud neighbors.
Where is my wallet.
My head is on fire.
I need to pee.
What did I do?
I thought I wouldn't be able to write another poem for a long time but here I am about to write another one. After this one I have no idea how I'll feel or if I can write another one for a long time. It's not that I don't want to. I do want to very much it's just that my creative side is dwindling...
This is a experiment please let me know what you think!
More of these will follow I think!
I've come here to search my escapement
To sever these chains that hold me
No shame nor pitty in my heart
I've came here to search freedom
Ok here I tried my first Free style... Since I've always had the feeling I rhyme to much...
Death is dining on my table
Whe're feasting on my soul
We need a new man
There's nothing left here
The air I inhale poluted by society
Just thought I'd write another poem. I hope everyone likes it. ^^
Behind A Lie
No salvation from this lie
All I can do is keep wondering why
It doesn't matter how hard I try
All boiled down, I'm about to cry
Metallic picture frames, along desolate walls
Wet footprints line the smooth cold floor
A sign of past intruders, friends, and souls
Empty passage ways roamed by nothing at all
The engine starts and the greasy oil moves
Combining physics and electrical surges
This lonely ship begins a slow...
This is a very old poem but I just thought I'd post it.
It's the only poem in which I rhymed words in the begining of the lines and the end. I remember it taking me forever, lol.
Closing your eyes,
Disposing of all lies,
Seeing all the good,
Believing more than you ever could.
This is the first free verse poem I've done in a long time. I wrote it in school today because I figured it was time to see if I'm any better at free verse than I was before XD soooo~ time for the poem o.o; I hope everyone likes it. ^^
Walking alone down this endless road
Would you ?
When all disolved
In the blink of an eye
When I can't break away
Not without straying away
When I'm slowly fading away
When time is stabbing me
When all is crashing in
This is a poem regarding Boromir in the first Lord Of The Rings film.
One more flies through the air
Searching for it's patented mark
No compassion, no more fear
Cutting through air like a shark
It find's it's mark hard and fast
Plunging inside a strong beating spirit
Cutting short his...
Her howling laughter pierces the air,
Her huge smile sparkling through her teeth,
Her skin so delicately smooth and fair,
Her comely appearance she shines with.
Who is that girl with the big shiny teeth,
who doesn't care what people think,
who doesn't cry and doesn't sigh?
I thank my friends who offered solutions to my trouble of not feeling up for writing and I thank those who posted such great poems because when I read them, I realized, I'm not going to stop writing. I can overcome anything as can everyone else so I'm not giving up. Have to get out of this funk I'm...
From this fight
In a dark room
Where I forget who I am
I smell the incense of doom
Was my mind one big scam
I can't see a thing, I'm blinded
Doubt is all that resides in me
I recall the happy time, But I feel the wretched
My future is cloudy
The mirror in my room
The pencil on my table
I smell a scent some nice perfume
This was before I ran into peril
The knife that cleaved my skin
The miror that hurts my soul
The power that drains from within
My heart replaced with a black hole
She’s conected together by her will power,
A vast blue world fulled with wonder and excitement.
As you slowley stride in, remember that you are a visiter in her humble abode,
Never disrupt her current, Crease her seabeds or disturd her inmatesm.
She will attack
She is. . . The diva
A recycled child
this is what i made me
money and alcohol leads to ciggarettes
the taste in my mouth is familiar
the smell of a recycled childhood is
strong in my nose.
ive allways ried to escape my reality
to just watch quietly
This is COMPLETE free verse, no lines were turned down none were thought about for more the five seconds. I'm trying just to put my emotions at the time on paper and if you can follow it... you are amazing... still... I might write more of these if people like it...
Oh I am floating cross...
A poem in life...
Who are you...
A child who is...
Hated, unloved, alone...
Or perhaps a boy never meant to be born...
You're hated by nearly everyone...
Your mother, and nearly everyone in school...
Even other poeple use you like a tool...
Why are you alive...
THIS IS A SPECIAL POEM SHOWING MY SPLIT PERSONALITY OF A DEMON AND ANGEL IN MY BODY (or how I felt at least)
I AM... A FIEND OR A SAVIOR
I CAUSE UNHAPPINESS...
I LOVE PAIN AND MISERY...
WHY DOES...THIS HAPPEN TO ME...
I ANSWER CRIES OF HELP... BUT TO A LATER ON "GET OUT OF HERE LOSER" COMES...
A poem on friends...
A beatiful enity of life...
With friends life is perfect...
When you are falling into despair...
Friends are there to lift you up like burst of wind...
when in dout they push you along to follow your dreams..
when you feel bad the flow through the toughest...
To be misunderstood
To prefer to be alone
To fail the way to manhood
My life is my own
Yet they all say I do nothing
Yet they all say I'm useless
Like dogs they are barking
It's spreading like a virus
The clear path has been lost
So I walk trough bushes and thorns
I want to get trough at any cost
I know I'm getting weak
And I realise I'm losing my spirit
What is it which I seek
I've ran out of plasters
Here I am at the mercy of thorn bushes
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