Forum: Poetry

I thinked to change my style of making poems. But good news for those who like it I continue to rhyme. So i hope you like it. Exiled Im turning around Where lies my bound Those invicibele chains And whenever it rains I stay struck

({}) To start off the night we see a black screen saying some of the stuff you'll see is mean. Then comes the clip with the quirky remark, white text with a screen that's dark. Now futurama comes on at ten, and then we see it one more time again. Next the only family guy. This show seems to...

Sullen but sincere Quiet yet content Lovely in all ways Though her ways are bent She never crys at night Never sheds a tear For she holds No one dear She feels no pain Even though shes sane She pulls the trigger

Sooty soul, Frozen solid From the coldness of my heart I can not feel I do not kneel down to a leader I deserve a crown For I have no emotions To slow me down

Its a poem about my ilniss/decise. In my joints it wont go away. It had a break but came back. It can less but never wil go away I guess. It stil left some damage. In my joints so I cant write well. And stuff prety stupit. But enough of this. Hope you enjoy my poem. Poem Pain Wats in my...

Poetry Sub-forum By: Nate (Alias-Revolution) Total w00t-ness, this is so cool... I first saw it during school... We petitioned and the people were heard! Besides... Fan-fic was getting absurd. Sound out your voices and turn speakers high! Blast out your music and let sound waves fly!

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Ashlee Simpson I work at McDonald's, I take the bus there. Making 5.15 an hour, Isn't too bad to bear. I shop at thrift stores, I live at home with dad. I bet you wonder why I think, This isn't all that bad?

(This is my edited version of my poem because the previous one didn't make sense. I accidently put them in the Introduction section. So here's my new version!) Twin Souls. Love flows from your heart passing over your sensuous lips so long we have been apart I long for my hands upon your hips...

Can you fix me, instead of playing tricks on me, I don't want to feel a thing, I don't want to be anything, its hurts to walk anymore, no more talk about gore, or how much you think you rot, but to me, baby, your pretty hot. Can you fix me,

My Winter Wonderland I walk through the blinding light I sweat in the blazing heat I strip my clothes to a scarce few Just like they all do In the summer days Yet I don’t laugh in the light

Do I have to write my thoughts down Clear without even the subtlety of clowns Chisel it upon the stone tablets on the ground So that every on can see the maggots without sound Or are there dancing sunrays singing through the screen A holy specter that I did not...

I am always tossed in to these situations im always in, none of them I can win, I could never win your heart, nothing can describe you not even the greatest piece of art, so heres to another round, of us never being together on any battleground, even when our fates are together bound, at...

Look Away Look away, I do not want Your eyes to see. Look away, I do not want

I watched your shadow shave itself onto a marble floor The rose that it was clutching fell and landed in my core And I just stood there staring at it as it went for the door With a ring of light around it, it was threatening to poor Out itself upon me, standing there so numb

The silver surface seems sweetly pristine Severing me from a whole world it seems And I can hear as the forms starts to scream And I reach out and touch it with my hand

I'm lost in the darkness, with no where to go, then I see this light, with a bright white glow. So bright and holy, like it was God, "come" says a voice, I said, "yes" and I nod.

Will you hear when your words start to fall Collapsing in with the scent of a pall As the days you have spent start to sing and to call For the dreams you have left ‘neath the gaze of a doll Will you hear it?

Maybe You Just Forgot “I will be waiting here for you, so don’t forget to come.” Among the bitter nights of sitting underneath the Willow Tree, The icy winds that struck me through, And the slightly warm cup of nothing that was once hot coffee, I remember my first thoughts about you.

Only way to go Are you crying Because I'm dying In the moonlight, Tonight?

Seven was the number As it floated near me So lecherously soft So beautiful and free

Goofing off and using school time to make your poems on this site, seems kind of fun if you do it just right. But it can be dangerous, oh yes it can. When the teacher sees your exited hand dancing on the keys more than it should. She says "Stop goofing off if you would." What if I won't?...

Internet is going slow im working on a other one. Its almost finished i think i hope i can post them. Poem Betraying We were having fun. Together on the run. We folowd a road. We traveld by boat.

All I believe Is wasted when spoken Like summer-fed dreams Which glimmer like tokens In my pockets which cry

So much pain and loss, mist of confusion clouds my brain Agony lances through my heart as tears stream down my face. why? why has it come to this? Why is it so hard to trust, you or myself? I do not understand . . . I wipe angrily at my face, too many tears I'm so sick of crying ...

this was alot of fun to write... i just sang into a recording device and then typed it up when i was done And I wanted you to take me now what can we do as you sing sweetly from the waves as they crash into the bay and i know what you were doing but it couldn't be that way as...

I look at the street, where it is above my feet, the weather was sleet, where I'm supposed to meet. The place was cold, like my soul was sold, it may look like gold, only radiant and bold. Now I have to wait, what is there a saint?

Saturday Nov 4, 2006, 1:27 am Okieeeeees!!! After a long hiatus of dying under the weight of schoolwork I hath returned!!! Well...For one more poem at least! This is dedicated to BloodyOrchid-chan and Daima-chan, two of my most faithful fans! Thanx for the support guys! Everyone else too as...

In the mortuary morning of a now late afternoon I was thinking of your singing, how to make it out of tune I wanted your essence your soul as it zooms I wanted to eat your halos and your wings and hands As you sang to the purest chastest man

I hope this thread doesn't get closed, I read the rules and Jack Skellington's thread *you should probably read it too if you keep getting closed* This is one of my poem I wrote for Alter and I don't know if he'll even know I wrote it for him. I hope I followed the rules....here it goes. ...