Forum: Poetry

Throttle Take me over the edge Bash through rivers rage Throttle me across the floor Treat me like an animal It doesn't matter Doesn't matter any more No matter the torture

Due to the fact I’m a girl, most of my poems are from a girl’s point of view. But, I thought I’d change it a bit, and make the narrator a boy. In doing so, I may have completely ruined the image of a man. So, if I did, I apologize. Anyway, thanks for reading, and again, I apologize to you guys out...

Our mothers are the sweetest And most delicate of all. She knows more of paradise Than angels can recall. She's not only beautiful But passionately young, Playful as a kid, yet wise As one who has lived long.

OK this is only my 2nd poem and i think it is a bit cheesy but hey what can ya do? Day by day he would shadow every passer by, Hoping to find someone in pain, In sorrow, He would follow then for days, Waiting for the moment to come, Waiting for the pain.

Im sitting next to you Im basically touching you However, you seem distant from me You seem so far away I talk about my day As happy as you may seem Your not really listening to me You take my hand to rub it gently When I cry and make a fuss Want to know why the tears never cease?

So Bizare Come one and come all! To So Bizare! The Amusement park of Weirdos! You'll see hair weirdos Normal, eh I'm just a weirdo Weirdo rides Our most popular is Wacko Twirl

Grum Nots OH MY GOD! Not again Not another one gone Children Children This is urgent Look under your bed There may be some Grum Nots

so i feel this gental breeze upon my skin,these eyes now water the tears now run yet my face shows no signs of compassion i am empty i scream in my head hoping it gets out hoping the universe shakes as my voice echos threw it , and maybe just maybe some one hear me

Leading Lady My Lady Eloquent You come down in that vivacious dress and that dangerous smile That leads men to your ethereal trails My leading lady tonight you're looking like an extra special jewel I'm not sure what it is

(well i just make this poem , really fast Oo". I hope you all like it*nervous*) In this lifeless world , in which we are living There are hands which takes us down and make us figure out But you know what you all can do for living? Take down the hand which feeds you and be a god yourself ...

Darkened Memories Stalking in formless shadows, Of memories, not illusions nor dreams, There I walked in lonely lanes, Of hopes that turned to despair. Gazing at sinful pasts, At results, not guilts nor mistakes, There I screamed at painful scars,

Mr. Spaghetti Oh yuck! Oh ew! Ow! Mr. Spaghetti stuck on my plate red sauce he bled all over my plate Tomato hearts and organs all over Mr. Spaghetti carnage and now I have my fork

Scabbed and lifeless My heart is dead Careful I'm trusting you Can you bring me back to life I don't need this death Death of my heart

My second attempt at a poem - Criticise as you please:) Forbidden Underneath the skin This wound grows Reminding me of this sin As a blanket of guilt begins to sowe There is no name

Goodbye I look into your eyes, your heart, your soul, Did you really love me? My love goes deeper than I ever imagined it could or even would. Love is a part of life, I know. So is the pain and the sorrow, along with the smiles, and the joys.

this is the first poem I ever wrote. it's won contests for me, so I really like it =D I kept my heart in a box And threw away the key Hoping nobody would ever find it What would become if me? The pain, the blood, the tears I locked it all inside Funny how all these years

To Be a Better Man I tend to always miss the opportunity to be a better man and I understand why because in my heart I'm still a boy playing I'm just a boy acting to the part of a man I'm just a boy in my dad's clothes and wearing fake beards I'm so afraid of being a man because the truth...

Well im not a poetry writer in the slightest sense, but you guys have inspired me to attempt something, with your great poems. This is something ive started but not finished, please tell me what u think and if u have to how bad it is, i will accept any criticism... This Demonic presence is...

Autumn Bliss The cool and crisp autumn air caressing the gentle curves of my face as I grace the halls of forest delights. Trees sway to the rhythmic dance of the four seasons metamorphizes their covers to an exquisite array of warm hues. Their bold red and purple and gentle yellow...

Anime Tanka The basic technique of writing a Tanka poem is that it has 31 syllables with 5 lines.The order of the syllables are 5,7,5,7,7. This is how people in America write Tanka poetry; however, in Japan it would be written in one straight line. A well written Tanka usually consists of...

Umm . . . I don't really have much to say about this poem. It kinda just came to me. OH, yea! By the way, the name Chris doesn't have some huge thing to do with the poem, it just stuck with me. So, I hope you like it, and thanks for reading. *Tsuki* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...

Well I wrote this poem after hearing a very romantic song and it just inspired me to write. :laugh: I hope you enjoy and I know the intro is a bit awkward but I had no other things coming to mind. :(As always, comments on how to fix it or make it sound better are always appreciated. :thanks: ...

Note: It's hard to come up with a title for this one, but if I ever add to this I might eventually find the right label. Thank you for reading. ------------------------ In flickering, nocturne shadows race Between the lines we hope to erase, Where human 'want' runs rampantly true, Under...

I wrote this after one of my friends from my Regiment died fighting in Afghanistan. Alone the soldier is.... Alone the soldier is... lying on his bunk in a unfamiliar land thousands of miles from home her picture at hand his thoughts...

What art thou? I ask of thee, what art thou in thy life? Have thou seen the magnificence of life? The beauty and elegance of nature's delight, What art thou in this undiminishing light? I ask of thee, what art thou in thy life? Do thou know the value of precious life? The flesh and...

Closure Your life is your life My life is my life You need to live And I need to live You have other places And I have other places But sometimes I need closure

Goddess of the Sea Like the elegant goddess Zambezi The goddess of the sea has two wonderful sides, wall walking on her roads of water she is wise and slow and as she meets the edge she awakens with a mighty roar Her hair is the curling of the waves her whisper is the calm voice of her...

Here is the poems I have used for my creative writing class poem portfolio: The Other Raven The heart chambers echo Nevermore and the picture of the fair winged angel burns delicately

Well, I was thinking about apples yesterday, and then I thought of the saying, "An apple a day keeps the doctor away." So, then I made a poem about it. It takes a more depressing turn to it though, you may even call it twisted. Or, you can call it stupid. Whatever you think, is accepted by me....

oh street lamp phoenix who stood in the shade of fire pillars of your dreams for which you were paid as the Calypso women around you do play the death-dripping you used to say pulled of course by the killing of time and the vanishing pleasure that flowed out like wine in the factory floor...