Clarification to My Poetry-Readers
And of me say the fools: I entered the lodges of women And never left. And they call for my hanging, Because about the matters of my beloved I, poetry, compose. I never traded Like others In Hashish. I nev
john the raven 2
i love you you was a good friend but you left without even saying goodbye i miss you
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Our Past but My Heart
This is a sample of the pain and toture i went through and still feel when i lost my first and true love.
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death be thy name
death be thy name to harvest the darkness and the pain through sorrow and only for you i do it all in vain from the flames to a world that only ever rains death be thy name to harvest the darkness and the pain as far as sanity can reclaim death
Ask not of me
The creak of failure revealed his plan as he walked on forevermore with heart in head and head in hand. He had not the handle, but just the door. He could feel it's grip but see not it's hand, he could taste it rest upon his neck. For his head,
new ghost
two strangers out of control live life as they only know if i could fly to the moon and give her everything in this world but im bleeding and so blind to see love is gone for all time take me away take my hands to prey as i stand along the living
will always remember
will always remember the days we shared the times we had through good and bad will always remember the look you had when you were mad the look when you did bad will always remember the days you shook me when I didn't do something
immortal one
help me hold on to the tides because im drowning again my friend falling forever im in the dark im going into the red falling again immortal one hold on to me because im so very sad im very sad im forever taking it it gets so danm very bad my friend
Some one
Its just another sad poem
salt rain
my sorrow crawls across the floor
seven years
a million diamonds on a road to hell but god its all so danm real waking up under the bridge of life to damn lost and out of the fire out of dreams and burning through the cracks going way to far to find my way back im in this hell and your to
OTHERS REAL LIFE
I DONT KNOW WHY I WROTE THIS. I WAS AT WORK AND THESE THOSE POPS IN MY HEAD. I WATCH TO MUCH LIFETIME LOL. BUT I KNOW THESE IS A PROBLEM, WE ALL MEED TO BE AWARE OF.
Sob of the Soul
Pain enters in silent stream Mocks the ghost of future dream Mind numbed from seeking why Into the bleak the seagulls cry Moon creeps beyond the night Hurting clenches, hard and tight Shadow tiptoes in steps of sorrow Mourns defeat of joy tomo
Hope u like my poem!
What keeps me here If I left would you care Maybe you wouldn't notice I reach out to you Silently screaming in pain Despair encases my soul I'm trapped Can't cry, can't breathe Numb And so I must escape End my pain by my own hand It flows
In the shadow of the dark!
you never really know!
Dissonance Finale
I wrote this poem like all others is to express my inner feelings and I went with it in a new way by expressing most of my feelings in musical terms.
My Own Prison
I wrote this a long time ago during a dark time in my life
The Mask
This poem is about the mask everyone wears witch hides their true self. I hope to meet someone who I can be my true self, take the mask off, I would like the person I meet to be able to do the same. it's all about honesty.
blue sky fades
im sorrow im pain im sickness in vain through the lifeless soul im the rain im blackness maybe even insane today the blue sky fades and i go away
sour heart
you use to love me but now you don't im so alone im so damn cold my heart flames for life but iv only ever felt death my soul feels pain slivers of ice become my only being you are an awsome girl but i lost you my heart is sour my life is through jus
worlds cold
the worlds cold and so am i i fell to the ground my heart doesn't beat tonight its broken from all my dreams i am lost in the seams deaths poison in my lungs devils pain on my lips the worlds cold and so am i im running forever and forever against ti
in side the mind
Do i write the words of a mad man does love seek to steal my soul what can be saved what must be lost the world breaths down my back i grow tired of thought how does one rest a reeling mind warmth avoids me and happiness flees hatefulness has become
She calls her nightime ....day
Just some internal thoughts of another..if that makes sense...
Entangled..
Its what was inside,Its surfaced...!
Oppression
One word can cause pain.
Amelia in the garden.
No, I was not sitting in a garden in December! Changing the month was just appropriate.
WHY?
All my family has gone..they are all deceased..My children will not talk to me or acknoledge me....I walk alone through time without a purpose anymore..I go through the motions of life without rhyme or reason....
LYCANTHROPE
I like werewolves as well.
No worth
a simple free write base on my feelings
one war at a time.
the poem is not about cruelty, just the worthlessness that has been shown throughout the years, the promises and agony, that have been said flawlessly to some countries are considered to be a moral settback for future times, could have been with manners, could have been cause of various options, the fact is, do we people really know why certain countries would attack each other, and more importantly, if the full truth of certain actions isn't showed completely, why should we bother in the first place, and have the question who is right or wrong?
~Haiku~ Taken Flight
Prevailing and Trade Winds blow Ever engulfing above and below hemisphere split Amidst mercury now in reform ~Bentlee~
BALLISTIC MISSILE
BASIC NOT AS CREATIVE AS I IMAGINED.WANTED TO START OF SLOW AND END IN A BANG
king of darkness.
for some a weird fairytale, for other's a nice mythological poem. without causing harm to them who truly believe. I am a fan of history and mythology,religion and psychology. with this poem i try to give the question if the desolated one is a prince then who was the king of darkness, never the less it is a root line in this poem, I did not wan't to stir up anti-religious propagenda... but thanks for reading
~Haiku~ Take the rest of me
Inspired by Swan87's.......What do you want.
The Nightmare Man
The night was very dark and deep As I danced along the edge of sleep I grasp the knocker on dream's door And wait till I can wait no more Body and mind surrenders and slumbers And my dream self is left to lumber Perplexed, being neither here no
~it's been said~
Cheers
HIS PERFECT CUT
Your cut is deep like a knife You take deep cuts on the side Angling up toward the heart, your cut is deep Cutting away all ties, your cut is deep Cutting me was your thrill You cut so deep, it killed… You must be thrilled!
THE OTHER SIDE OF LOVE
My hate is real I hate what you did I hate what you did in me I hate you, you hear me, I hate you…. My hate is real My hate now has life, a life of its own It comes and goes My hate is real!
Shadows of Doubt
In the blink of an eye,you might suddenly feel That your world's been invaded by all things unreal. They slink up behind you, and don't make a sound, But there's nothing to fear... if you don't turn around. In the pit of your stomach there rest
Azathoth
Azathoth was created by the Satanic Occultist Aleister Crowley. It is a beast that eats the souls of the lost ones that can not find their way.