hey you guys i am back to writing poetry again sorry for the long wait i wrote this poem to show women that they should be mad at the men for cheating on them instead of the women they cheated on with lol when i was writing this poem i was thinking of a twist off of romeo and juliet lol i hope...
I have grown strong, I have changed, I may be the same, but something new happened, something great, it has made me, feel like an angel, because I have cured someone, and I feel so good, just helping someone,
The rain falls but I feel nothing. The thunder grows louder and so does the pain I am afraid I will never be able to feel again Ever again For I am broken
The Difference I got up early one morning, and rushed into the day; I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have time to pray. Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each task; "Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
I am not good at poetry or art, But I have decided ( for the first time in my internet life) to post a poem. I am always interested in how people think up their screennames for forums and such, and about two years ago I wrote this poem and then later on it was the inspiration for my screenname....
I cried in tears, until I can shed no more, because I'm having, such a hard time, true love can be painful, it pierced through my heart, making me cry for pain, I cried and will keep going, when I ran out of tears, I get blood,
poem/song:Life is a knife What is this so called life There is nothing for some of us And there is something for the rest Life is like death Going through everyone with his scythe
Sitting alone here and there Sitting alone....everywhere Talking to noone As I sit here..... To Shy to talk To Shy to listen Being Shy is what breaks me Being Shy is what kills me.....
*Hello fellow readers! Once more I have found myself pondering the "darker side" of my creativity..While scripting my most recent manga creation (paitent pending) I was pondering the theme of it which is "What if we never really existed? What is 'real?'" Kind of like my characters who are facing...
You tell me you’re leaving, So I said goodbye, You tell me you miss me, And I said so do I, You tell me you care,
Well I've been kinda shy about my poetry till now so here it is My legs turn to jello I go googly eyed Will you ever notice You cast me into embarrasment Never has someone been so insightful about me yet so ignorant
He looked back to her with his eyes slowly bleeding And said “there are some coins of knowledge you will be needing as you well know a lost my field for seeding she was taken from me by a cancerous feeding of the whole process I try to be brief for this is the beginning of grief ...
This feeling from within, It derails all hope, Skinning it like a coat, Piece by piece,
Durring the day, Red grass fields, Stretch around me as I go, With black flowers, That has yellow gold pollen. Pink tree fruits, Purple cotton candy clouds, And a pure white sky. Same blue ocean, Same golden sand in the sea beach.
He’s sitting there with his guitar as a shield And his eyes down turned to the ground Breaking the silence is a bird of the field And a slow quiet sobbing sound Beneath him is the tide and a whirlpool Which ebb together in passion and pain And, undulating, write on the chalkboard a rule...
Well first before the poem I would just like to say I wrote 3 years ago for my Great Aunt Marlys after she died. Here ya go: Life is a rose. So beautiful while it lasts. Though your life has been full it seems that you died to soon. Your years were wonderful. You understood my problems. ...
Innocent eyes which are floating in black Do you see the things of the world? Do you see the quietly praying girl As she makes love to your image and twirls With your picture held against her heart’s sack What as speech gently flows from her mouth As she screams in a ...
POEM Imagination sets in. She - Dreams to win. Hopes to find love. Heavenly white dove. Painted wings. All treasured things.. Late night tears.
The lights on the boy as he sings out his soul to an audience that he doesn’t know And he cries while the cold wind blows And the candles are toys In his eyes they control Him glistening on tables white as snow And he screams out how he wants to go
Don't say those words, I've heard them before. They hurt me too much, So just say goodnight. Baby, it's late, And you're leaving for good. I'll miss you terribly, If you only say goodbye.
Another late night with no sign of sleep. One more day that made me weep. Not much has been very inspiring. Yet, I haven't stopped writing. I sat down to write this last night. Took out some paper and dimmed the light. I looked at the pen in my hand with a faceless expression. You were...
Truth is on the spot, nothing is always perfect. Smarts or Beauty? A different world, being pressured to be perfect. "Your hair is lovely, but your feet are ugly." Different is good, only on Mondays. Skinny is overrated.
About this poem: I wrote it one year a go on the 7th October. It's my first one in English. It was supposed to be a homework for English classes, but I think it's still somehow interesting. What do you think about it? All comments are welcome. Here it is: How do you feel Gliding up...
So your there in your neon maze of glow So your there and gently you do blow While you have left others that you know Watched them cry as you tore free from their grasp Watch the ticking hands of the clock you sleep below You hide your tears of joy and of sorrow While...
Let's just end this, no one loves me anyway, not like anyone does, but still, they can kill me now, just kill me now, I don't want anymore pain, I just want love towards one person, and I know I cannot be forgiven, and I know I will get hurt,
I walked amidst the dark lands She among the waves of sand I slept with a pillow of my hands While she had a mattress soft and warm I came crying to her, from the pitch black storm I sold myself for dark power And alone I built a tower Of sweet things that turn sour
I have now feel, something different. Like the past mistakes, are gone and I feel, like there's no more mistakes, I feel like avoiding, or knowing, those mistakes and begin to avoid them. I will never look back, I will look at the sky, and say to myself,
well, i posted another poem a while back and got some good reviews on it. if you're new to me, it's called "Cold". (sorry, it's a little long) Life: Desire and Dissatisfaction I search for my life. Whether in my home with family or in the virtual world of Super...
When I was born in the flower of a town Cooing softly in my diapers to the melodic sound Of jack hammers and the crane on the ground Would carry I-beams to build a future’s glow Way back in Cyan, Idaho How the youth clubs seemed so innocent like churches And the...
Why do you run? Because I want to go home! This game is no fun, I'm all alone. Then why did you come, Because you thought you could stand? Just run home, This is...
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