Halloween special - Hooded chair
Now which one would you think would be the infamous chair that even Napoleon sat the night before his defeat? Trivia. . . its a real story and rumours has it that it is sold to a private collector for 100,000 pounds in the mid 19th century Had a special poem just for Halloween,but i don't think i could get it up coz still not even half done yet,so this is a good ghost story for this trick and treat night. . .. Happy Halloween to all Poets from Ancient Bullman
All Hallows Eve
another thought for HAlloween
halloween
Faces masked Costumed figures Appear Walking in the dark cold air knocking on doors With buckets ready Tricks or treats These creaturs of the nite Face painted Some masked Vampires fangs bloodied blood dripping Fangs eager to
Faces Of Emptiness
The initial title I gave this piece was "Soulessness" which refers to a lack of sensitivity or the capacity for deep feeling. It focuses on deep emptiness which stifles the soul. This may be the outcome of factors other than loneliness. I am re-titling it "Faces of Emptiness".
Awaiting
I can hear my beating heart In my ears so deafening Racing, pounding, like a wild beast Today must be the day of reckoning The day had started, like any other Into the depths of earth descending We were here to dig for diamonds No idea that
Mixed bag of Emotions
More of a rap than a poem
He left.
He left and I'm sad about it.
She Couldn’t Save Me
Its about pain you cant see... "Nobody" is a reference to me.. How only we can save ourselves, but how we think others can.
The Monster Inside
Behind these eyes you do not see What’s really in here hiding If you knew, you’d die of shock And pray to God for deliverance Blood red splattered walls As the knife slowly slides in you From groin to throat the flesh parts Your insides wet
Memory of a past lover
Slice of life...
Before...
Been a minute...miss you all...heres a new write on old things...
"out"
Unkept promises, all yours my memory keeps count. but my heart don't care about šum or the amount. Each time you say "I promise" it receives your empty words without doubt Naive be this heart but the mind has figured you out!
Betrayal Rise
Betrayal Rise Betrayal Fall Betrayal Ire Watch your back !
Betrayal Fall
Betrayal Rise Betrayal Fall Betrayal Ire Don't look back. .
Betrayal Ire
Betrayal Rise Betrayal Fall Betrayal Ire Time for a Rain check! ! ! Pay back
Darkness.
This was from a time when all i wanted to do was hide from life.
Depression
Just a brief feeling of being alone for a couple of days..
pain
My bags are packed Do I want to stay or go Pain in my chest I have felt for a while It comes and goes like a fantom in the night one minute there the next its gone A tightness like pressure on my ribs trying to get out To bed I go to rest m
days of color
Its rare to have a day of blue Sunshine hot summers day Cloudless sunny skies Radiant heat My days mostly cloudy dull And rain Some time cold maybe ice and snow Very rare fog Snow storms and gale force wind and rain Most days I see re
Seeking Guidance
A poem reflects One's inner struggles. A poet never outright says how they feel. It is left upon the reader to obtain their own interpretation. This poem is a reflection, as the writer, of my past struggle with suicide, of how it makes me feel everyday since then, of the pain I still feel. During this time I felt alone, stranded, hungry for a chance. But no matter what I did I always failed. The 1st side-affect to failure is blaming those around you. The past me felt that everyone could help me before it was too late, it never entered my mind that they were unable to, it was as if something was blocking out rationality. The present me only wants to tell my story to anyone who will listen and give me the chance to be heard, the chance I never had during this time. The past me always seemed to reflect on that day every-time failure was consistent. Old habits die hard, right? So please do not misjudge me when I reflect upon the past me. A little saying that I chant constantly, "The Past Should Always Remain Yesterday, No Matter What It Was, Let It Remain Yesterday; For Today Is The Present, Today Is The Only Day That Matters, Today Is The Day You WILL Accomplish Your Dream & Soon Tomorrow, Our Future, Will Shine Bright In Our Eyes As We Look Upon Our Achievement With Pride." .. If that quote was confusing here is a simpler version: "Yesterday is The Past, Today is The Present, Tomorrow is The Future." What we do today reflects our future. What we did yesterday...it doesn't matter if we can ALWAYS do better today, and we can.
Victory
This was maybe the 2nd or 3rd poem I have ever written. I didn't change anything so forgive me for any grammar or spelling errors.
The Hole
I wrote this during a creative writing class last year.
Anger
another thing I wrote during secondary school english
HATE
Hate! A poison that festers in the heart and passed from person to person,country to country. A cancer spreading,seeking in persute of distruction. It hides in the guise of love,and lives in the hearts of the destroyers of trust and morale. Braker of
With in a Dream
Twas the twilight creeping in thru morning The linge
A Small Girl So lonely and Still
This was wrote one year ago. I don't know why. I woke up at 1AM and wrote it.
~~Within Myself~~
Just a word of weird thoughts
~~Ways~~
Just in the mood to write tonight and to share if I may
Crossroads
An arrow points in directions unknown Perhaps I'm following the seeds I've sown The high road or the low road is a mysterious path ..who can tell Tis a choice my friend between heaven or hell..
Broken People With Smiling Faces
Broken people with smiling faces Cracked sidewalks, crumbling buildings Desolate winds howling through barren wastelands Searing hot, this blood red sun baking All that is beneath it’s rays And I, my fingers tearing the flesh from my face How
A Bout With Depression!
One of those moods that precedes a full moon...
~~Silent Prayer~~
Some may know back in 2007 I lost my son Nathan to a bad hunting accident . He was only 20 years old at the time this month he would of turn 27 so my heart continue to hurt and linger on hard with unanswered moments and this is when my writing just pops into my head and here is another example of what happens in my writes and hope you all can enjoy this one as I am missing my only boy I have ever had. R.I.P. Nathan Wayne
Despair
Life is nothing but a dreamers paradise, we all strive to obtain an existence in parity, too much poverty, too much avarice, our minds full of fears, hard to get clarity, We plan our future with some sort of aim, sometimes things go the right
A Yellowed Page
a poem about mortality....
Nobody But Me
Parentage that could not love me I legacy that set the tone of my life Painful memories are my legacy From childhood to stage I became wife Every time someone wants someone to use My doorbell is sure to ring day or night Being the victim I ju
no will
Well I'm tired of living because I'm tired of dying I cant keep breathing yeah I just want to stop trying Now the music is over sorry I started Its to hard to finish when you already departed How much longer I really don't know are you
“In check”
Poem # 91
The Eternities Between Moments
Yes, I realize this is the Poets Corner...and while this story is grim...and you will wonder why I am putting up what appears to be a "war story"...and some may even get upset and immediately want to take me to task for posting this here... please be
lonely this christmas
cried in hurt on christmas alone slowly i will take my poetry of site you have all been great friends i will answer everyone i loved your company but my heads not in the right place happy christmas everyone and have a wonderful new year love liam
Why!
On the Darkside Just a simple why?
burning love
dedicated to someone who holds the key with a smile who brings light into darkness happiness will rain in laughter to hold an angel with love took every ones advice the pain inside burns hope it subsides
When will the nightmare end......
When will the nightmare end, when will you see You say you will, you say you might When all our words turn into a fight, Everyday grows darker still, calm waters turn to raging storms I try to reach those deep feelings that lie dormant inside