So suddenly the poetry guru, yes?
Yep. Lengthy. Wordsy. Completely average and unexceptional. I love it. I'm so done. Does anyone else get stupid at 4 in the morning? :)
clairevoyant
View this breathtaking scenery Fade all my senses again inhale the scent of beauty What no one wants ended over me But I have to go to my end Where the pain of my mortal remains To me it shows the turbulent path to my redemption
Your general sadness
pick up the pen and write!
Sandy Paper Wars
I thought this was so random and just different, I wrote is at age 14. I have to wonder what was going on in that teenage state of mind I was in., actually kind of interesting.
Name the poem whatever you like
I am Dalim with new ID
Name the poem whatever you like
From a very early morning I am walking and running through the mist.It was a mystery,dew usurped me.Cold of fragrance took me aside.I was wet and water,golden water,took me to the deep of my meditation.The flowers were nodding heads in the air.Childr
Always bade me 'good bye'
The very day I was born,the morning bade me 'good by' Till then I am in complete darkness The very day I was thirsty,the wide sea shore off from me Till then I am quenching my thirst with unlimited dew-mist The very day I went to the playground
Remnant of a warrior
The golds fell down from my tattered bag The diamonds rolled down from my empty pocket The irons teared down from my neck-socket Nothing remains but my soul-I lament Now I am a barren field -a deserted field Nothing grows here-no war is sheddi
Self Homicide(My friend died yesterday)
Self Homicide My friend,Joy,committed suicide the very noon of yesterday. We were not in the campus nor was he Its the rainy vacation that separated me and thee. The newspapers made an article,the magazines printed out special bulletin,the
sunlight
first light turns the upright of my nightlight into silver gleaming at the edge of vision opening the path to day birdsong flowers sweet and plangent hitting notes cut harshly by the awkward squawk of parrot in the distance bird on the run
Am I Crazy or just Alone?
I just wrote how I feel about this world and how hard it is to find real love, when most people these days are so shallow to even know what love is all about.
No entry
No Entry You are unwelcomed to this earth-city You are damned to this mudane-earth You are cursed of being a Human But you are blessed h
an inappropriate love
should one express their feelings? shall I lay my heart out bare? to one I'm not permitted to cherish is it wrong to say I care? I wish to only share my leaning yet my emotion's danger fraught how may I speak the words of meaning? a constant
nightmare
everything was like a dream come true, then one day everything was so blue. no one expected, no one even thought, the worst was about to happen. it happened so suddenly, and yet you fought so stubbornly. we all wanted you to stay, but your bod
Looking for love
Theres a black void in my heart, can it be fixed. Ive looked and looked, a tear rolls down my cheak. I fall to my knees, oh God oh God is there someting wrong with me tell me. Please help me.
sad poam
"Read me what was written by this young man recklessly exposed to the incident and was with him and remained his mother, Kathy, is alive and wrote the poem Here, ... EPCOT will not cry
Admonition
Admonition
Tell Me Please
When women argue there is noise and disdain,when men argue there is violence and pain, when countries argue there is death and despair, So tell me please does humanity really care, We look back and wonder what point to that conflict, what point of
Buffalo Hunter
Buffalo Hunter Buffalo move in my sleep each night, strong footed, pungent, innumerable. They are annihilated again each time I wake alone in this small room, I know there will be no remnant of strays in the kitchen, nor even one stiff tuft
An unlived life
I don't know where I got this one from, it just came.I hope I Don't get any more like this as it is quite depressing really.
Unremembered
Written in a moment of pain and longing to get OUT!!!!
Does anybody feel my pain?
I've been a widow for 16 years. Though I have moved on, now that I'm single again, sometimes, I miss my husband, especially late at night when I am alone. I think about the days, how they have passed, how much has happened... and how I am alone to enjoy them, mourn them, engage them and ignore them. Poems like this help me get through the notion that the moment his soul was set free, mine was chained to misery.
As Soon As I "Rid, My Heart"!
I wrote this poem some 20 years ago; it was not written only to reflect the relationship blunders of my life; but a friend of mine was on drugs and was in a serious car accident; she survived, but her boyfriend died. I went to see her in the hospital, and my heart sunk when I saw the condition she was in; so I went home and wrote this poem, because I realized that it was in her heart to do drugs, and she wouldn't be able to stop until she rid her heart of that desire.
I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW!!!!
Just feeling like a sucker...
Insomnia
Past midnight, in the black pool of morning filled with brittle silence, prayers slip and fall like stars just short of heaven- the delicate wires holding up my life entangle as injured ghosts rattle and stumble in the dark.
In the style of Ladybee42: As Darkness Closes In.
His hand trembles as he reaches out, Hair all thin and wiry about his head like a macabre halo, Yellowed teeth, sparse and crooked, What will he do, where will he be, when the sun goes away? I can't save him, no one on earth could, His shabby
this is a message only*
yesterday (saturday may 16), at some point I couldn't gain access to this site. Later, I logged on to this site and was bombarded by messages that multiple viruses had invaded my computer and messages advising me to click an area to remove said virus
Tumbling Through Space
Tumbling through space. A vast lifeless void. In an uncertain course. Like a spinning asteroid. Mini explosions, pepper my ship. My first voyage. An eternal trip. I'm a prisoner, in a self-destructing tin can. A pioneer, a hero, a l
The Four Seasons
If you think this is about a woman, it's not.
desicions made otherwise
There was a small village. Where happy people lived. But when the vikings came, causing pain. ransacked a town left burning but condemned by rain. A youngster came along. saw that all happiness was gone. buildings blackburned and hidden zombi
Beautiful Sad Green Eyes
Her eyes Were their greenest when she was sad.
THERE IS NO END...FOR LOVE
an emotional poem i wrote for myself....i can't understand how good people are taken away from us so early in life,or why disease takes our loved ones from us....how many of us have said....WHY...WHY..WHY.
I want to know
I want to know how your skin feels, and your lips taste. Even though, You only exist in my mind. You are so beautiful, tall, and misplaced. inside my head, you're quite confined. I want to free you from the grasp of my imagination. i
Help me
I am trying to earn some money. Please take a look.
Imprisoned
The bars of steel that hold my heart wont break or bend or fall apart, there's nothing left that can get in ther're marked but strong from where they've been,, Nothing now can penetrate this ring of steel that I create, their substance, the
Street Life Crisis
I have never given up and never lost a fight Is this all i can ask for in this god forsaken life is there more to me that i have yet to see or is this just all of me a fearless boy from the street Will i learn will i grow up or is this all jus
Lost Glory
It popped in.
The Rain
I still get angry when I think about my ex and I just needed to vent that with writing. It's a bit sombre and for that I apologize.
After the Rain
I don't feel this is one of my better poems: it's more personally directed towards the subject (an ex who I felt little towards) but it's very personal so that in and of itself may be worth merit. Oh, and don't worry about the ex: I disregard her because frankly, she was verbally abusive and I'd care not to reflect further on it.
she who must be obeyed-end of an era
the end of cigarettes and beer and cheeseburgers and ice cream and all those things that I could ill afford when younger and now as a diabetic with high blood pressure, discovered that once again, I could ill afford them...
if i had one...
a lonely moment in time brought it to mind and well it had to be written for my own pleasure thanks all have nice day
Separated Together
He in from work, sits down, she pass's him by, a frown, she's on her way out, it's her mate, she's called, needs to see her, can't wait, He opens the fridge, finds a meal, purchased last week, special deal, Chicken Tandoori with rice, cooks