Forum: Poetry

The bright clear water washes down the gigantic cliff. Ready to sing a wonderful harmony that they heard the angels sing. They cry for help as it falls onto a pile of lumpy rocks but to everything else it sounds like a wonderful song. Then as it finds its way onto the hazel rocks they laugh and...

It is the secrets that posess us, The fire that overwhelms. Tears are falling, but baby, I cant keep her from crying. She's young, so young, Has everything left in the world. She's done, so done, Nothing left for her now.

Eyes a jade, a hazel serenade, Those which looked into my soul And the pact you have made, You have severed on this day Let my life un-whole The times we had shared The feelings we had paired, And the times which were tough All that meant so much to me

Art. Artsy. Kart. Mart. Write. Write on. Write off. Write in. Write out. Right on. Rhyme. Poems. Stories. Create. Destroy. Haiku. Poet. Poem. Draw intricate. Design fruitfully. Love art. Love to write. Stories. Poems. Outrageous lines. Talk about it. Type about it. Lyrical. Music....

The darkness from the moonlight The shine from the sun A broken heart was caused tonight A love has just begun Stars glittering in the black sky Clouds floating threw She’s crying, just waiting to die He smiles as long as he knew The moon is covered by the clouds The sun is gone, hiding...

The sun is rising, A more beautiful scene Has never been created. Hope springs from darkened hearts Who long ago gave up To their despair, To their hopelessness. Even those of us Who feel empty, neutral Feel a touch of emotion

Dreams Dreams are things that you hold in your heart and never let fall apart, They make you happy when you are sad and make you remember why you shouldn't be bad,

Earth with her folds, hollows, and holes She shelters us and releases us We reach the zone where we feel the whirl of the vortex Our being, almost utterly carried away by the fury of the storm It is not conscious One can not explain it From the air, sustaining forces pour into us Thou...

Let us pray to water moon The song you hear without a tune A pleasant wisp, a distant loon Who’s call’s a call To all but all Let us pray to water moon With boney finger feign to grasp With ever fiber ache to clasp In hand and smile

I look out through the windows, Gazing upon the flow of the river. Slow. Peaceful. I sit, watching. Waiting No expression showing. No purpose. Unwanted by everyone. My hollow eyes mask the hurt inside. No one knows me at all.

Improvise with the peacock earring Worn and bent by yesterday's baggage Turquoise, sienna, olive green Seep color onto naked skin Carry on, to the sun marked valley Of desert dips and waves Lower and lower, make the back arch With hands in clock-work motion Trace the contours, bring ocean...

It's seems that the need to remeber is gone, as long as the wind is strong. As long as my tears support your hatred or my fear inspires your courage and bravery. While I sit under my tree with broken wings of tears... someday...i will fly to you. I'm not really sad or depressed I just...

And now the moon is full and high A pearl reflecting in the sky And if you call to it again It will hear and bring to end All the pain that’s coming on Flowing waters break to gone And in the mist fog and drear You’ll find nothing left to fear The stars they glitter...

Warning please read A I am not a emo B I don't cut myself C this is just a piece of work not the way I live(d) D It's based on something but theres no need to tell what. E enjoy. =) Suffering A memorie of childhood A memorie of things I never could They are linked to each other To do them...

Ah.. helpful criticism appreciated. Dont all writters need some? Sweet roses of petals, How I wish you were liquid, I’d drink in your beauty, Oh the beautiful scents of nature. Spell Bound. Why must love keep me spell bound?

Spirally conjured like a satire, Spurring, spewing like a jetting fire About the core, the funeral pyre That signaled the one soul to retire That essence had forever perspired Every day about the one true liar One that even demons couldn't admire Whose fame would make the real minds expire...

Can these tears bring you back home? or can they heal all that here is wrong? Your perfume sails in my bed and I can smell it still, it makes me remember how you made me feel.

My sight is dark blinded by darkness Blurred by tears that fill my eyes I feel alone in this dark place I hear voices who sneer and mock me I cannot see them but I know their there I curl up tight and close my mind I try to ignore them to remember the light To push away the darkness that is...

A hold that links my arms to yours You’re away from me, but I don’t feel ignored. I’m trying to be the solitary me You’re chained to me, I can never be free. You should know that I care, True feelings are there I just need my own space Though I welcome your embrace..

This is who I am at times...A faillure with no hope of success. I couldnt forgive myself for my constient failures, what would become of me...? I have failed...over and over and over again in my life.... and that is why I succeed. Can you forgive in your heart...could you ask for...

As the flower takes a last breathe It slowly withers away to nothing, Turning cold adn dead. The last scream for help is said, But no one ever tells. Gray and black use to be red, As I said, The flower is dead, No more last breathe's, Nor any final words.

We are the enders. Can you feel their pain, of all those bodies left lain? We are the benders. Can you hear their cries, and do you see the flys?

As I saw you fall, your body beaten Your tears falling like drops of blood I could not move paralyzed by fear A mere shadow where you once stood As I saw you fall, I ran to catch you But in my frailty I lay holding out my hand As I watched you die your spirit fleeted Without you I cannot...

This world is Caving in Pour some more of that Gin Life was once a Butterfly Now all I want to do is die Paint black over the canvas of pure white Who ever said life was like was like flying a kite Was a dreamer with no sense of reality Feel the walls closing in Pump the water in see if I...

NO light shines here in this dark abyss Where I crawl upon the cold stone floor My candle's flame died days ago The cold walls echo "i can take no more" I am frozen in this tortuous chamber As water drips upon my head I have lost all hope and track of time To the world outside I am dead.

So it's late at night, and it has been a while since I've posted anything. Warning: Violent, I guess. Also, everything is true. Life is so very frail Delicate, like a flower And more fragile than glass. I scare myself sometimes; I know that if I lost control I could end a life.

Staring outside Looking out a window sill Wondering if I’m living still Wondering if I’m I Here I reside Between my idle mind And some new strand of time Softly asking why Talking my time

I wrote this in class on the subject "assisted suicide", which I feel should be legal (but should be monitored very closely!). Everyone has the right to life Yet no one has the right to die? My life is the only thing truly mine Why can’t I do with it what I will? If the pain is too much If...

Can you feel you’re nerves they’re singing Can you taste this moment pass Though all you’re head is ringing You know that it won’t last Those lips seem quite romantic Though they’re made of glass and sand They shatter their so perfectly And spread across the wasteland ...