Forum: Poetry

I found a mirror on the ground, it was very old and damaged, abandoned and lonely on the waste waiting for someone to come. The image reflected on it was dull and blurry, I wasn't surprised when the story it told me.

Do the people at Microsoft realize the full extent of the stress they have created in my life? Each day my computer has a fit

Update the first version had no real end I tried to make one and here it is. Enjoy! Dark Street Walking in this dark street The aura it has binds my feet I can't even walk nor breath Blood dripped everywhere the street got red

Each day is a test on my patience, and my mind, and my stomach, and my heart. I have known these emotions for only

I arise, and the volleys begin. I am reminded of my follies, my sin. I refuse to take note of the things that I see. I refuse to admit the things I shan't be.

~Ray Of Light~ For every shinning star There is a ray of light Shinning down, giving people hope As they dance throughout the night For every ray of light There is a shadow forming darkness Building up while trying to fight

Gods and binoculars Drift in the webs that the make Snaring little flies See how they quiver and they shake Will you get caught to Will you drown like a mermaid in a lake Or will you find free Dreams echoing softly in the cage And the red night girls

ZOMGZ, I'm posting a freakin' poem! I decided that this forum is filled with way too much crap. And, I also feel that poetry is filled with way too much code. So, I wrote this in like an hour. I know it sucks, sthu. Sweat on my forehead and strain on my back It’s hard to love you; take...

~Beginning of the end Life is unpredictable for most For me it is typical Waking up each morning, dreading what happens next This marks the beginning of the end We can go through life never knowing Never finding out what happens in the real world Knocked down and being ridiculed is...

Turned I've seen the crumbling light Then I saw the darkness What a nice and pure sight Thousand souls entangled with loneliness How nice Hearts frozen in ice I bringer of shadow

Okay this piece I'm about to show you is a 3 part poem, meant to tell a story about the forbidden love between two beings. Hymn To Her Time has changed.. Yet the passion for her has stayed She is the light that brightens this dark heart The Hymn to Her Waves of euphoria strike when I...

This isn't mine, it's something my slightly disturbed uncle always sings to himself, and it's crude, BUT IT RHYMES! YIPEE! LET THE REJOICING COMMENCE! Oh, birdie, birdie in the sky, Why did you do that in my eye? I won't scream, no, I won't even cry,

This is one of my personal poems of how great our country is, and we should never give up hope. Here it goes. Don't judge on it too hard =P. Freedom, hope, and death.These are the major things in one life as though another's life. The major influence is hope. When the war is over another one...

A lake opens up its darkness And at the bottom I do see Some vagueness of form That looks a lot like me It bends and ripples softly As I look from the bridge Each moving of the heron Makes on it another ridge

...And so it begins. A thunderous stampede, with all clustered in an amorphous group, dashing to a place known only to each. They swirl and switch amongst themselves, seeking a coveted arrangement...

...Dreams... ...One can dream... One can dream of fantasy, desires, goals, past mistakes, future triumphs,

STILL NO RHYMES A scale gives substance to matter. It is honest, and honesty is valued. And yet the scale

I DO NOT MAKE RHYMES. SO NOW YOU KNOW. A piece of chalk wrote calculus. A piece of chalk wrote physics. A piece of chalk wrote chemistry.

WARNING: NO RHYMES! There are many ways to do things, both tried and untried, both thought up and recieved, many separate paths to many destinations, from many ports and harbors, both alike and unlike. But the map is useless,

NONE OF MY POEMS RHYME; PLEASE DON"T POINT IT OUT. Life is a struggle, a fight with no end. Every day is a battle with no outcome. Each hour that passes, my mind is warped. Further and further it contorts;

DISCLAIMER: NONE OF MY POEMS RHYME, OK? NONE. Wherever I travel I see fools, running to please their kings. They know not what to speak of and they know not what they say they know, and they know not how to say it. I am surrounded by fools, approaching from all directions.

I'm your helpless doll tireless with me you play. My reality is very dull but I can't help it anyway. In and out from me you walk just like strangers on the bus. Your memories my mind stalk and in me they make a fuss.

Soft singing girl whose voice Drifts in the night Dripping from gutters and sweeping Through streetlights Across weak and hunched forms Of dying ghasts Ghosts that huddle far from joy And future’s past I hear your screaming dirge Your requiem

Just one kiss I'll steal away and your face I'll miss right after this day. My heart is torturing me for it a kiss that sets me free. I can no longer live without it no matter if you agree.

Robert Jordan died yesterday. I met him once and it seems silly to be so sad about someone you only met once (and then only briefly), but I am. It's the second unexpected death I've had this year. So I had to write about it. Note: Some of these lines are supposed to be indented. I couldn't...

No name The frozen moon is covering the lands The shadows in the forest all stand The wind blows softly in the cold darkness It's the flow of my heart it are the good things I miss And now I walk the lonely path No time to be sad

Here's another try...hehehe ------------------------- Nightmare I am your nightmare, Here to give you a dare I’ll be in your dreams Bringing you screams

Life I Have Lived Gazing into the blazing fire I reflect upon my life The joys and the hardships I would not be here without both

I'm kinda nervous, putting this on here because I think it needs a lot of work. LMK what you think. The foundations are gone, Eaten away, By all that makes us human. Peace, Justice, Freedom, They are merely words now, No longer ways of life.

// Warning this is a graphic poem of mine it may not be suitable for all viewers to read // No not this I crave what I shouldn’t and mustn’t because you gave it to me after you had you’re way with me. I wouldn’t say it was fare, but since when where you ever fare to any one for that...