I lay in the dark, all alone
the ground is hard, as cold as stone
In my ruins where i wake
my life is here give or take
Father God, i come before thee
Hail oh angels, come and save me
I am falling so far down
As you sit and wear your crown
As we watch our falling kings
I lay in the shadows of your wings
The hard, sore irons of my shackles
Are nothing in your tabernacle
I come before you, with my broken heart
Sins cursing, ripping it apart
The tears of joy, then tears of pain
To see your broken body slain
I try and spread my wings to fly
Only to fall down and cry
My fears of broken dreams
As i think of hell's firey streams
But you're there to wrap your arms around me
I am the lock, and you are my key
To open up a new life
To throw away the bloody knife
Now no one can kill me
I'm already dead unto thee
My life is all to you,
Father God...i'll see you soon.


I'm a sucky poet, i kna!!! i just know wrote this to get this thingy started.

Well... I have this (http://fzort.org/bi/u.html#radical_poem)... and this (http://fzort.org/bi/soapbox-2005.html#0314)...

Wow, that was a beautiful poem, AsianSensation_wow! I'll share mine, too I guess...

But first of all, a bit of background on my poem: (You can skip this if you like)
This poem is a sonnet. Yes, a sonnet; you know, William Shakepeare wrote a lot of them. Sonnets have to follow a certain ryhme scheme (though I think there's a few different rhyme schemes you can follow for a sonnet). Sonnets have 14 lines, each consisting of 10 syllables each. So, it's not always easy to write one. I had to study poetry in English last semester, and we had to write a sonnet for one of our assignments. I usually never write poems, but I was somewhat proud of this one. It's not the best, but here it is:

A Hero No More (written by me, Elf_Hikaru17)

A hero rides alone. Thinking, he sighs.
He had lost those that he had held so dear.
The hero sits alone. Thinking, he cries.
For all he lost, he shed a lonely tear.
All the suffering, and hatred, and pain...
Everything he fought for was all a lie.
Everything he fought for was all in vain.
The hero thinks. He may as well just die.
For this hero his life has not been fair.
His life as a hero will soon be gone.
For him, everything's ended in despair.
He is a hero no more - he'll move on.
He leaves this world, going on a new quest.
He's a hero no more - it's for the best.

Poetry... I love poetry! :D Nice poems so far! Time to get out my old poems...

One thing: Poetry and Prose (http://forums.ichigos.com/index.php?showtopic=3493&st=0). ?_?

nice way to tell them that this is already a topic zucriy

:sweatdrop:

here's one i wrote a long time ago for my dad's birthday. i made it up in like two seconds cuz i didnt' have any money to get him a b-day present...(it's really corny)
Teenage years are kind of rough,
though you tell me to never give up
there will be many tears
through my years
but you'll be there
to wash away my fears
you convince me to give everything 1 more try
while i skin my knees i forget to cry
and i know you'll be there to help me up when i fall
to spread my wings and fly my all
just knowing that you'll be there
making you proud my only care
it breaks my heart knowing that
someday you won't be there
please just hear my call
i did my best i gave it my all
my nose is bloody my knees are skinned
my emotions undisciplined
i can't get up although i try
please don't be upset if i cry
though i can't fight what i can't see
please, just say ur still proud of me

That poem's actually quite nice! :D I like it! See how poetry can be a good present?

um yeah :/ ...thank you! :D .

Although there is already the Poetry and Prose thread, I think this one can stay. :D

Here's a poem I created right now! I'm bored, so I might as well make up another right now...


Every time you call my name,
I get a feeling inside;
And every time I play this 'game,'
It reminds me that you cried.

You lost your parents a while ago,
And I was there for you;
We held hands and never let go.
For a while, I thought about you.

You're so pretty and cute when you cry,
But I feel your sadness as you do.
I feel better as you cry and
That I am crying with you.

With you in my arms, head on my shoulder,
Crying as you did before,
I remember when we were younger
And that you wanted to live no more.

When you changed your mind
And stayed with me,
You were kind
As you used to be.

Every day since then,
We loved each other.
And now from the pen
I write this poem love letter.


I tend to get longer with poems! :sweatdrop: I just created this one while I typed. I now changed my mood from happy to...just sad. Do you know the true power of poetry and music and what it can do to a person? It can change a lot...

I've written several, but there is no way in hell I'm typing them up at school.

i never knew...

i never knew love could hurt so much

people, there IS a poetry and prose section. this can just be merged with it, no need to have to separte thread of the same thing, we need to keep the forum NEAT. so we will wait for one of those with modly or adminly powers to merge this with the other ;)

oh sorry... couldn find the other one ><" so i just threw it here...
pretty sucky poem eh? :heh:

見ること: あなたの中心で身に着けている孤独な時間の アダムMolenda の低下は誰も苦痛を知っていてが, それから星を 見る平和あなたは時間この広大な世界でだけ太陽によってが雪に caped あなたの調査が行くためにどこに否どんどんと見始めるが , どんどんと住んでいる激しい精神生命とのあなたのための1 つ を見つける地球のまわりの前進半分の方法は感じ山を上がる暖か いライトの最終的に見つけ今あなたが古い滑らかな太陽ライトの soaring の感じを愛することを1 と全ことを前方のどんなうそが の仕事であなた自身とするために終わることを行くあるかあった 最終的に何を心を育てる

Looking On
By: Adam Molenda

Drops of lonely time
Wearing away at your heart
No one knows the pain
But then peace

Looking at the stars
You find yourself not alone in this vast world
Finally some time in the warm light
The sun comes up over the snow caped mountains
Your search begins

Looking on and on
No where to go but forward
Half way around the globe
Finding the one for you with a fiery soul

Living on and on
Life feels whole
Now with the one you love
The feeling of soaring in the smooth sun light

Finally growing old
What to do with yourself
Mind at work on what lies ahead
Were is it going to end


that is mine japanese and english i just felf like doing that :shifty: please tell me what you think.

Hate
by sensasian

My fate lyed in your hands,
Yet you let me die...
These tears are not of my fate...
but of yours to come...
Death to you all...

(i have nnooooo idea why i wrote that. :blink:)

nice poem shaft

The Battles
By: Adam

on and on they go
night then day then night
misguided to believe the wrong
but to no extent do they stop
good and evil light and dark
the battles of the worlds
no escape but death
on and on they push





Reflection
By: Adam

nothing else but you
standing alone in the world of none
thinking of darkness and not the light
all alone
no were to go but the wrong path
Missing out on everything good
left with nothing but a thought of revenge

these where some that i made a while ago meaning like i was 12 when i did them so i don't care if you say they suck just give me your opinion k later! :heh:

wow...i love poetry. i would ut some up buti dont have the ones i wrote with me

Craaaaaaap where is the old one??? I had a song in their that was only saved here cuz my dad redid my comp... if anyone knows please tell me

By the way this is a song i made!!

Swift
It makes me feel baby
How you keep it so real baby
So swift so swift too swift yo swift
You give me such a lithe deal wit it really
Its not like im just feelin ya cuz you be stealin me
So swift so swift too swift our swift

The way we make ya have to move to the flowin that’s so smooth
How them words make to prove that expressin this is enough to make ya groove
Don’t try to stop just keep the pop until ya knock and feel ya knees lock
Cuz the way we’ll rock’ll shock ya docks make da shy talk and erase ya clock

It makes me feel baby
How you keep it so real baby
So swift so swift too swift yo swift
I like da way you be usin ya skill and see
The way you got me movin be healin me
So swift so swift too swift our swift

Im getting swift wit it
As my lord lifts from it
Showin feelins try not to drift a bit
So fast but not to fall off clffs or get
That we fall into darkness level with a rift admit

Baby lets express
How we feel unless
You fear confess
Cuz art is suppose to press
Emotions that we profess

So ya gonna go?
You gonna give a show
Cuz baby we need to let the world know
How we feel with the swiftness and then we gotta let it flow

It makes me feel baby
How you keep it so real baby
So swift so swift too swift yo swift
I been having these feelins lately
I wanna get swift wit it baby
So swift so swift too swift our swift

pffft... mine sucks, but here goes..

Shine then Rain

Laughter heard by the sea
Children playing with happy glee
Chasing each other upon the sand
Seeing nothing but sea and land

Two by two the couples walk
Along the sholine in happy talk
Two by two the couples run
As happy as the shining sun

Dogs are swimming in the surf
Thinking nothing of the turf
All the joy is in their mind
The sea to them, is all that's kind

Turtles climb upon the beach
To lay their eggs where none could reach
But, alas, foreign creatures come
To steal the eggs of unborn young

Year by year the waste does creep
Bestow the land in painful weep
Year by year the sands no more
And along with it the pure, clean shore

Happiness gone, sadness comes
Past, present and future, all is one
Gone is laughter reality no more
To become a legend, a myth to adore

Look around you, look at what you've done
See what Mother Nature haas become
Do you feel guilty? Do you feel sad?
What you have done is worse than bad

Hear the land cry out in pain
The sky that shined now turns to rain
Hear me monster,
Shine then Rain

....:heh: i hopeit isn't too sucky...

That feeling.... that lack of fulfillment, the need to hold, so badly. The deprivation of comfortedness enraging like a starving child, or the striving petal reaching for sunlight.
An intense instilment upon which your body must merge with that other, be held and to hold, knowing that they, too, are being surged to grasp to the life that is their other half, you.
Being completed, whole, the warmth and life force grasping until...
The desire is filled and yet.... there is something.
Something that your very soul can't let happen. Fears beyond fears strike at boths hearts horrendously
horrendously because, you see, there is just something, the worst part of a hug.
The worst part of the hug rushes and stabs your back "Et tu Brute"
You hold on and still that crashing wave forces you to gasp repetively.
The worst thing about a hug chokes you and immerses you into the drowning sands.
You see, the worst part of a hug...
is letting go

(Gee Vincent stop making fun of yourself)

Everybody can't do anything alone.
A leader is the one who must lead.
But he cannot do anything without anyone.
He is the tree,but his fellows are the seed.
What can we do without anyone?

(This one is even worse! Stop Already!)

Days come when you have to be alone.
Those days passes and your life goes on.
Like the three musketeers.
Who all suffered and shed tears.
Companions must suffer one's misfortune.

(Oh great here comes Vincent's tale! OH GREAT!!!)

I tell you a tale
Of A hero that everyone always hail
He is a young hero, great and bold
That his tale was never old
His tale was famous and unforgotten
All his stories were never rotten
He wields a weapon a shield can't stand
A sword he pulled from an old stone in a mysterious land
He slayed a dragon with his godly hand
The dragon breath no more for the blow was too grand
Centuries has past
And his story hasn't last
For this hero I speak of
Is me.....

(Gee Vincent stop making fun of yourself)

Everybody can't do anything alone.
A leader is the one who must lead.
But he cannot do anything without anyone.
He is the tree,but his fellows are the seed.
What can we do without anyone?

(This one is even worse! Stop Already!)

Days come when you have to be alone.
Those days passes and your life goes on.
Like the three musketeers.
Who all suffered and shed tears.
Companions must suffer one's misfortune.

(Oh great here comes Vincent's tale! OH GREAT!!!)

I tell you a tale
Of A hero that everyone always hail
He is a young hero, great and bold
That his tale was never old
His tale was famous and unforgotten
All his stories were never rotten
He wields a weapon a shield can't stand
A sword he pulled from an old stone in a mysterious land
He slayed a dragon with his godly hand
The dragon breath no more for the blow was too grand
Centuries has past
And his story hasn't last
For this hero I speak of
Is me.....
Nice poem =D

THANKS YoU!
ARIGATO!
(Gee look Vincent gets a fan for his moronic deeds)
(NO!!! Not another one Vincent NO)

This is for Akemi(who has Aeris as her picture)

Do not come to my grave for I am not dead
I am sleeping but I am not dead
So do not weep
I am not laying down on a crypt
You just can't see me,but I am with you
I am following you watching you and guiding you
I am the air that you breath
I am the water that you drink
I am always with you for I am not dead
I will save the planet and try my best
And protect you while you rest
For I am......Aeris.....
(Great,Now i have to save Vincent from his dirty work!)
(Fades Black)
(I sure saved him!)

<3 Aw!
It's so cool!
I seriously wish i could write like that
Vincent!

"Puddles of blood"

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hymptnotized by the wirl

I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks
Im your one way street

Im a tree that grows heart
one for each one you take
your the ground i feed on
we're the circle no on can break

Im a whisper in the water
a secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows
When i beckon you near

Life is a necklace of fears
your uncried tears on a string
our love untie them come here
Loveing me is the easiest thing.

Poem thing for Vincent
(im sorry if it sucks T T;)
"Thoughts"
These mysterious thoughts i think
Can be of pain.. Or happiness..
I just want to know what to do
how i can make you happy,
How can i make you smile again?
How can i do this?
I want to help you
I want to be able To hold you
I want your smile

(Not Bad Akemi!)
(Crap,He'll just never learn his lesson will he?)
(No,Not the One About CARING!)

Ok,how about this one?

I care for you
And no others
Without you I am nothing
The thing that everyone needs is in you
No others but you
How can I live without you?
No I cannot live with anyone else except you
I am crazy about you
I can't stop thinking
I can't stop caring
And I can't stop Loving you
What is it that you have
All I want you to do is
Walk with me
Touch me
Care for me
Love me
And talk to me
But Where are you now?
You have passed like horses in the valleys
And Water from the Clouds

oh what about this
" Lost Memories"
Lets go back to the way it was
When we always smiled
I want to go back
to where you always held me
I could feel your warmth
I could sense no sorrow
I want to be happy
With you

This one is about the Final Fantasy VII:Advent Children movie
(Is it about forgiveness? Gee This doesn't even sound like poetry!)

Someone I love died
And I did not help
Why didn't I help?
I was lost
I was having a nightmare
My mouth was dry
My ears were tingling
My eyes were burning
I want myself to be forgiven
But can sins be forgiven?
I do not know
Once again I am lost
I just wanted to be alone
To be solitary
I can't forgive myself
For not being able to help
Alone in the darkness if It must be
This is my punishment
Why is it that I can't just move on
For that memory
Was a stabbing pain to my heart
Yes,It is a wound I cannot remove
A wound I cannot heal
This wound is my sin
It cannot be removed till I
Am forgiven
Will light show me the way?
Will it remove the darkness in path?
Will my wound be healed?
How can my sins be forgiven?

(Read Vincent sig if u can understand it.)
(He mispelled some of the words I think.)

( ^^ hehe..)

The pain you bare, the thought
of you suffering
Please, Let me help you
Forget about your Painful sins.
Lets pull you out of darkness
let me help you up for once
ill be there, Like i promised
So take my hand and hold on tight
For you are
Forgiven
(<3 yay )

(ooooooo pretty)

I am forgiven
Never Lonely
For that somone is with me
She is not dead
She is not in her grave
She is with me every second
Every minute
Every hour
And every day
She gives me life
And removed my wound
The stabbing pain is gone
Though I do not smile
For I cannot see her anymore
I can talk to her,but she won't answer
I cannot see her smile
I won't see her get mad anymore
I try my best to live for her sake
With her with me I shall never make a mistake
For I thank her for everything she has done
She gave us light more than the sun
She saved me
Saved them
And saved us all
We all thank her
For she will never be forgotten

( Aw It's so cool Vincent! ^_^)

I know now that i can finally
rest in peace...
Knowing that he Will never forget.
Iam sad to know that i could never
hold him tightly in my arms
But i could watch him from afar
With a slight Smile on my face
I will be with him
I will heal his Wounds
And Take away his pain
Beacause i....
I love him.
( This is fun, Vincent you need to add me
on Yahoo ( kairi0005) )

I suck at peotry. But it's fun to read. I really like your poetry Akemi.(Not to dis on anybody else)

Thank you ^_^
I like Vincents poetry more than my own
though..

At last She and I are together
And I hope this moment will last forever
For She And I had horrible past
And together our relationship will never last
This moment will be our best
For She and I have past the test
Together we smile and laugh
We are done crying at last
Our smile never faded as if they were never melting ice
For never shall we mourn for those who have past
Because they are now in a paradise

Iam so happy now
I can finally be with him
We want to be happy
i want to be by his side
We will never cry over these things
Iam not afraid anymore
I will never let go of him
He is my sheild
He is part of me
He is my everything

GAAAA!!!! *points to Akemi* TRIPLE POST!!!!

wow...since when was the last time someone posted in my thread? :blink: i thought it got deleted XD

EDIT: nice poems everyone!

Triple post?She didnt post right after she made one nd then
made another one after that.

><; Le gasp TRIPLE POST
Im sorry!

Tis ok! ...um...:mellow:...carry on.

Um.. alrighty? o.o;

Mostly glad
Though sometimes sad
I face the truth for nothing can be done
But I will still make sure that there is the rising and the setting of the sun
I will survive today
And live the others in a happy way
The sun shall then give me light
Travel the world and see the most dramatic sight
She's always with me and she would never go
Always there to help me when I am in a sorrow
I can see that She pity me
And I don't like it when that happens for it is her I pity
It is her who suffers my pain
She would cry and cry and make a heavy rain
So I put my arms in her shoulder
Making sure that she will only be with me and no other
I pity her and I would always sigh
For It is her who always cry
I wipe her face with my hand
And her skin would feel like a cotton,smooth and grand
I promised her that she will never cry again
And that everyday my sorrow shall lighten

I would always feel bad..
Crying Almost everyday
I would try to hide it from him..
but he.. He cares
He Loves me
So i will try my best not to cry
I will try to be strong
I will try to be as good as i can be
I will not cry anymore
because... I have him

Whoa my bad i barely noticed that
you were trying to add to my poems
I barely noticed it when u said He
And i use the same thing only i say She

xD! actually at first i wasn't trying to match..
it was really just an accident.. and now i suppose iam
trying to? I dunno. I just type whatever comes into my head at the time
:heh:

...you two should pair up XD

This is one i just made up...i didn't want to be off topic soo.....

The skies are sad and grey
Wishing the pain would wash away
Stupid names, hurtful cries
All the rumors, all the lies
Because of it, you had to go
But you had to, that i know
Now i'm sad, lying here alone
The ground is hard, as cold as stone
You came back, the sorrow left my hurtful demies
My eyes cleared up...and so did the skies.

That's awsome!
I really like your poem, it's great
Actually Vincent and i Are paired up xD!

The heart a prison
And the mind a strait-jacket
But for now I sleep

Pulling this out of my arse....

Dreams come and dreams fade,
Waltzing about in a serinade.
The Mist arise,
And the focus dies,
The color white arives.

The dew drops and falls up,
Serching of an ever deep cup,
"The simplicity of complexity!"
It says to me,
When the thought leaves reality.

The rising sun, and falling moon,
It seems like an everlasting June.
Darkness arrives in the brightest of days,
Leaving a maze,
That one cannot a-raise. (doh! that word doesn't exist...)

The white and black turns to grey,
The music whispers to dismay.
The Mist dissolves,
To reveal a grand hall,
That exists for all whom falls.

*Conga Roll* The end.

Wow That's Really good Mies!

You are a failure
And with that I am sure
Even though you are poor
And have crossed not a shore
You still have a friend or more
Which is what everyone is looking for
You dress like a peasant
And you smell very unpleasant
When you saved a prisoner from danger
Everybody was full of anger
You make mistakes and nothing more
Just seeing you makes everyone's eyes very sore
You never made anyone happy
For you act stupid and very crazy
Once again you are a failure
And With That I am very sure

(Hehe i bet ya "HE" doesn't know I'm talking about him,hehehhe.):lol:

What the hell do u think u r,
u don't know me,
u never will,
don't u judge me,
by ur f*****' views.

u lie and cheat,
u steal and feel,
u hate and judge,
how about if we judged u?

u think ur cool,
yet bitch every second, every day,
u act all nice,
copy my work,
then stab me in the back.

back off now,
i've had enough,
keep this up,
and i'll teach u,
don't try me now,
fuck off now,
and don't ever let me see u here.

u lie and cheat,
u steal and feel,
u hate and judge,
how about if we judged u?

u fake a mask,
u fake a look,
u flirt and pose,
u think ur the rose.

done in hell is where u be,
don't come back,
stay down there,
best hair award?
more like popularity fake award!
get over urself, we've had enough!

u lie and cheat
u steal and feel
u hate and judge
how about if we judged u?

how i long to be the one
to drop u on ur bum
to take away that marble stand
and watch u fall right down
i'm disabled
too soft at heart
but i'd love to watch u fall

ur lucky now
i can't toss u
i'll just watch as u fall
i helped u when i shouldn't
i saved u when i shouldn't
now, payment's due
so i bid thee adieu

As I fall to this,
Bottomless pit,
I fall through dark,
And silence,
No comfort here,
No feeling here,
No hot or cold,
No fear.

I feel nothing here,
I like it here,
No worries,
Pressure or hurt,
My tears are none,
My hurt is gone,
Yet happy,
I am not.

Family cares,
Not present at all,
That family,
Mine yet not,
A place to stay,
Nothing more,
A roof above my head,
No love is there,
But fear is there,
The anger,
Hurt and pain.

I’ve left it all,
And now I fall,
No feeling,
No sound,
Silence.

Actually Vincent and i Are paired up xD!

....i knew that.

@stormchild: *points* ga! double post!!!

( x3...)
I now feel pain i thought i never would
This pain... This sorrow.. It hurts me so
I try to think of something else.. Something...
But nothing works anymore.. Can this be cured?
Can My pain just Disappear with a mere thought?
Could i just Smile and make it all go away..
He says that he will cure my pain i have in my heart
He promised he would help me get through this
I do not think he understands.. but.. he might
What is this pain that iam feeling is what he asked me
I felt distant from him.. Distant from everyone
because of what happened that Dreadful day..
So for now i will keep my distance
And wish that everything will be okay
and the pain will go away

You think of one
All alone
In the dark yet no one cares.

Cry all you want.

No one cares.

All that matters is if we love each other.

I miss you, but I know you miss me more.

In death, I am still with you, our hearts together, forever...

Wrong Time
After all the events,
The incidents and hurt,
You'd expect me to leave,
Leave my love for you behind,
It's easier said then done,
I see you everyday,
A constant reminder,
Of what I tossed away.

Wrong time, Wrong place,
Yet love you, I still do,
Wrong time, Wrong way,
My love for you won't die away,
It was all the wrong way.

I was stupid to let you go,
Though it was the wrong place,
The wrong time and way,
Everything that happened,
Was always at the wrong time,
Through stupid mistakes I made,
We lost the chance,
To be something grand,
If only i had paid attention,
We'd be together, a dream.

Wrong time, Wrong place,
Yet love you, I still do,
Wrong time, Wrong way,
My love for you won't die away,
It was all the wrong way.

I remember when you held my hand,
You held it tight,
Like you'd never let go,
And I held yours tighter,
Because for you to go,
Would mean my death,
But now you've let it all go,
And I'm stuck in this river,
The same bend,
Unable to move on,
I'm stranded, stuck in sand.

Wrong time, Wrong place,
Yet love you, I still do,
Wrong time, Wrong way,
My love for you won't die away,
It was all the wrong way.

We were one...
But now...
Your gone...
And I'm still here..
I love you

Trying a free verse this time:

To the slumbering night, for it echos outward her young cheeks rest upon the honey of life. Gentle pleats trace down her body, the clothing creating an extraneous skin that seems so natural, so pure, that the simple touch would invoke feelings of a pure euphoria, nostalgic of the sweetest sour; bitter yet truly sweet; a sour, but filling; like the wind that flows through her hair. The hair that archs and contrails the gentle and slinder body that could be a twig on a tree, dancing about, looming over the watcher as he lookes up to it; brittle yet still holding the sickingly sweet fruit of desire. A fruit in ones eyes that ends in the deeper pools of black, but not just a black, but of a deeper shade that is not visible; yet it is plain as day as she lay there, smiling gently, tickling the pillow to a deeper slumber.

It's amazing what happens when you read some truly brilliant literature and then write somthing.

your my past
i was wrong to believe
we would last
we both did our share
dont think you werent important
you werent aware
of how much you meant
but its over.

just remember
dont hate the player
hate the game
so get yourself in check
you knoe the problem isnt me
its you
you were too busy for me
through my eyes
i didnt even knoe
why i was there.
so is it true when they say
love is blind?


dont even knoe how many rumors i hear
and all i need to know is that its not true
can you say it?
i'll believe your not lying...
because i trust you
i dont want to hear it from anyone else
but you
so tell me..Is It True?!?

Great poetry everyone! ( Sorry i haven't posted in so long, Ive been away)

My guardian angel.. my heart
you will protect me wont you?
Protect me from the darkness..
Protect me from the pain
I can sometimes feel your warmth
Your arms wrapping around me gently..
I like feeling that iam protected
i enjoy being in your arms that watch over me
I wish you could hold me like this alittle longer..
Maybe even forever.. for..
I can not last forever.

They tell me that i'll die
They tell me that it's true
They tell me to stop hoping
Hoping for you

They tell me that you'll never come
In time to hear my words
They tell me that you'll never come
To see me at my worst

They tell me that i'd better stop
Stop wishing you would come
They tell me that i shouldn't want
For you be the one

They tell me that i shouldn't trust
The prophecy of my death
They tell me that it's all lies
That i'll never see you before my last breath

The prophecy of me death, they tell me
Says that I'll see my one true love
But only when i'm dying,they tell me
The i'll see you, love

They said that you would never come
They said that it was fake
They said that you were never real
An illusion which i should break

Yet I hoped that you would come
And my hopes were not shattered
For here you are, my one true love
Whom i met at my most battered

I knew that you would save me
I knew that you would come
And just as the prophcy said,
You are the chosen one

It said that you would save me
It said that you would come
It said that you would save me
It said that you were the one
The one to save me from my death
The one to love me all my life
The one who I can trust...

I knew you were the one...

Your smile, your warm embrace
In shows up in my head all the time
Im happy to be with you
Im happy i decided to stay with you
The feeling of knowing that you are there
Makes me smile on in the inside
I too, get sad whenever you get sad
I will hold you tightly in my arms
And guide you through the pain

hehe.. i'm such an amateur....

Not my own work, but I feel it's approprate to post it here.

"I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate
Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate:
Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass
Hang all the furniture above the grass,
And how delightful when a fall of snow
Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so
As to make chair and bed exactly stand
Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!"

A-ir that i breath is you
K-illing is not what you do
E-arring is what you always wear
M-ath is the subject you hate
I-am the one you always care for

(Vincent is running out of poems,trust me!)

( Haha xD Thankies so much for the poem <3
@ Sunny kimiko - You're not a amature! I think it's very good.)

( Haha xD Thankies so much for the poem <
@ Sunny kimiko - You're not a amature! I think it's very good.)



Its ok Akemi---
@ sunny kimiko----
!!!!!!!!!!:blink:U posted a poem that great and u call urself an amateur???

here goes....

There's a time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

A time to fill up, a time to breakdown
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
And a time to gather stones...

And the time to do ALL of those things,
Is the time when i'm with you
We will do all of those things, together
In our garden of paradise... ~KIMIKO

( Yeah! I agree with Vincent)

I want to be with you
So i could Hold you tightly in my arms
and snuggle with you
And smile with you too
I could Just picture us together
Having fun and flashing smiles at each other
Each time i hear your name
that picture pops into my head
I can't help but smile whenever i think about it
It makes me happy

(sorry it's so short! I ran out of words!)

Every morning I think of you
And in the day I am still thinking of you
Also at the night I'm still thinking of you

Every wants to be with you
You are hotter than a boiling stew
Im very hungry for you
When you feed me everyone else says,"Oh me too!"

You are cool
That we always drool
If you don't talk to them they'll think you are cruel
Don't worry because I won't add fire to the fuel

(I didn't get what you mean by I won't add fire to the fuel)

Here's a little something of mine:

You
TRAITOR,
I'll have my
REVENGE,
and
VENGEANCE
will be mine.
TRAITOREVENGEANCE

TRAITOR[EVEN]GEANCE
We're even.

Would that count as poetry?

xD!
Uh.. -Thinks-
Well.. Yeah i guess
@ Vincent: Nice choice of words xD!!

hehe, well i am an amateur compared with all of you ppl...

Love is in the air
There are couples smiling everywhere...
I turn and look for you,
But everywhewre i turn,
I see that love is in the air.

It hurts me so much to say
I miss you everyday,
I know i'm supposed to be strong
But how can i?
When love is in the air?

I turn, I look around for you
I search every corner through
Yet i know that you will never come
Back from being the chosen one...
yet still... love is in the air

It hurts me to think that you died out there,
All alone in that monster's lair
It seems strange that i use 'monster' to describe war
But that's what was waiting outside our door

I feel that you are by my side
10 years now, and i must not cry
When I think of you
And I remember you
When love was in the air

Yet the cruel world spins
And the days still come
The moon still shines
And the stars still burn
And love... is still in the air....

~KIMIKO

God.. i made all these poems up on the spot... Save the first one i posted

You're not a amature compaired to us ^_^
Yeah whenever i reply i think of things to put down

God... nobody ever lets me get away with calling myself an amatuer...

At least you're very modest, though.

^^ But it's true, You really are good.

Hope.. love.. peace..
That's what i think about
I wonder if the world
Will stay the same way it is now
Will it stay Peacefull?
Will it stay at War?
I ask these questions
Because i do not know the answer
I want to know what is happening
I want to know if people are smiling
And Laughing like they should be
Are these people gonna stay happy..
No of course not.. people do go through pain
That is how they get stronger in the heart and spirit
But one can only go so far the rode only leads them one way
But My rode is a peaceful one
( This poem came out of nowhere..^^)

Cleaning this thread of my poems.

I know that you died for me because you loved me, but did you forget that I loved you? Did you forget that there are other people that love you too? If you did then I am sad, but if you didn't then I am glad. But if you did or if you didn't I just want to let you know that we all miss you down here, you know, the people that you left to morn for you. We all miss our Little Joker. My poem isn't really good, and it dosen't really rhym, but its based on true events. Little Joker was real. In memory of Little Joker who died saving me in a drive-by.

I like it. It was Nice!

I haven't been posting for awhile,but I'm back now
(Vincent tell em the Mcdonald one.)

Ok les see(clears throat)

In Mcdonald a fat guy was buying
But after a minute,Mcdonald he was sueing
I think he is crazy for what he is doing
He thinks he is great for how he is looking

The manager came out and talked to him
And told him he is so fat he needs to go to a a gym
And get muscles and be slim
For he is fat as a space ship in the outer rim

He is conceited as he is fat
And made noises when he sat
When he got the money his dad gave him a pat
He is proud of him for not being flat

(I found this funny when I read about it in the newspapers!)

I wonder if anyone gets the Pagan Lone DOve part...

Ha! I do! :vampire: I vill suck your vlood!

Hey thats a cute picture
He eat nuts lol
Yeah i got that pagan thingy septer

I know that you died for me because you loved me, but did you forget that I loved you? Did you forget that there are other people that love you too? If you did then I am sad, but if you didn't then I am glad. But if you did or if you didn't I just want to let you know that we all miss you down here, you know, the people that you left to morn for you. We all miss our Little Joker. My poem isn't really good, and it dosen't really rhym, but its based on true events. Little Joker was real. In memory of Little Joker who died saving me in a drive-by.

A poem doesn't need to ryhme, and it is good... now everyone has caught my disease of paying themseleves out!!!

I haven't been posting for awhile,but I'm back now
(Vincent tell em the Mcdonald one.)

Ok les see(clears throat)

In Mcdonald a fat guy was buying
But after a minute,Mcdonald he was sueing
I think he is crazy for what he is doing
He thinks heis great for how he is looking

The manager came out and talked to him
And told him he is so fat he needs to go to a a gym
And get muscles and be slim
For he is fat as a space ship in the outer rim

He is conceited as he is fat
And made noises when he sat
When he got the money his dad gave him a pat
He is proud of him for not being flat

(I found this funny when I read about it in the newspapers!)
XD ROFLMAO I liked this one. It was funny.

He tells you he loves you and you belive him, then nine months later he sayes ,"Fuck you bitch, I'm leavn'!" My friend Clarrisa made this up, I think it's funny and ture, in a sad way.

There once were some thieves from limerick,
Who hijacked a van just for kicks.
They opened the back,
And filled up their sacks,
With shiny but useless handheld bricks.

A poem writen to comemorate the stealing of 200 PSP's in Limerick

( Very good poems everyone! i like them all <3)

Well u made great Poems too Akemi

Here's a silly poem I just wrote:

"The Back of Her Head"

There she quietly sits
Right in front of me
Always facing the teacher
Never turning backwards

Day after day
She diligently works
Day after day
I stare at her head

At the back of her head

I'm simply mesmerized
By each hair strand
Layered to perfection
Dancing with each sway

She's got a lovely head
As far as heads go
I do think it's nicely shaped
So I've fallen in love

With the back of her head

Alas, I must write a test now
But while everyone's distracted
Why don't I take a good lock
At her face for once?

And so I carefully lean forward . .
Oh hi there, Mr. Taylor!
No, I was not trying to cheat!!
I was merely staring . .

At the back of her head

@.@;;;;;;;
Yeah well.. - Fixes-

Hey! Vincent hasn't been going on and putting poetry here for a while. What happened to him Advent Princess Akemi?

Im not sure...
Vincent, Make up a poem for us!

Uhhh sure why not
(He is very close on losing poems)

Ok(gulp)

The many-----------------------Rei
The few------------------------Akemi
Slighter than a penny------------Me
Were those exalted two----------Me
The wealthy---------------------Rei
The poor------------------------Akemi
They were always angry---------Me
Fighting for the people who they should worry about more Me
Its White--------------------------------Rei
Its Black--------------------------------Akemi
Both were always right -------------------Me
But friendship is what they both lack------Me

I dont have a title for this one...



Sitting here all alone
Standing there all alone
Laying in the sand all alone
Running on the beach all alone

I look up at the stars above
I look at those gems in the sky
I look and wonder why you left me
I stare and wonder why

I loved you with all my heart
I still love you with all my heart
Even though I know you're here
Standing by my side

Your body is no longer here
It's washed out by the tides
Thought your spirit remains here
It's not enough for me

I long for you to be here
Holding on to me
I feel as though you left me
I'm selfish I know

But it's no fair that you died here
Though I'll always wonder if you really did
Maybe you survived
Maybe you got saved
Maybe you got stranded
Maybe you were....

Wow! i really like your poem sunny!

Cleaning this thread of my poems.

Your eyes are like fire
mine are like rain
You came to hold me
To burn away my pain

Save me from this world
Of which i shouldn't be in
It was so beautiful
Oh that hateful sin

I wash away the blood
Oh father, what have i done?
I didn't mean any harm
Look at what i have become

It's last breath
lied in my hands
I was the key
To that delicious turkey


something i just made up along the way.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Wow! i really like your poem sunny!

^_^ thanks

@ Asiansensation and septermagick: wow!! I like both of your poems!!!

It's grey inside and bleak
Somewhere deep within anguish
Which destroys sleep, Makes evil dreams
and leaves exhaustion in it's wake
Those dreams destroy my hope
My happiness and gives me sadness
Where do these dreams come from..
why do i have to have these dreams
I need you to guide me through this
I want you to be my light
The light that destorys all the darkness
Can we make it through this time?
Can we just go on living normal again?
All i want is for this sadness to end
So please.. make it all go away with just a smile
A smile That will make me happy again
That one special smile, Is my true happiness
((Sorry i haven't been putting up poems!
I have been busy lately with research papers ^^;
I shall post more from now on))

untitled.. but yeah.. here's my poem...sumthing i just needed to get out of my system =].

Things that aren’t clear
Are clear to me now
What was once confusion
Piece by piece
Fits into place
All along a delusion

A first in my life
The unexpected happened
Was it really I?
Who let it get the best of me
From the memory that burns
I remember everything
Live Love and Learn

My perception wasn’t tainted
It was all there
Though I didn’t bother to see
What lies ahead without a care
From the choice I would make
And secrets I would create

Everything comes to an end
What was then crazy
Is now nothing
A memory in my head
And nothing more
Its over

Action draws consequences
Choices makes things happen
We all get over it
We all relalize
Its life
And we keep going

Heres a collection of a few I have written (no names)...

Blasphemy destroys walls
but cannot destroy my soul
She shoots it at me
With cold fingers
And I take the lies
With hate in my heart
With the only thing being broken
Is my trust for her

---------------------------------------
Flagrantly defiling my soul
With terrible words
My heart is crushed
But can never be broken
For my wondrous girl
Has a special tool called Love
That can mend my heart
With the mere sight of her

---------------------------------------
And time stops
She stares at me with sparkling pools
And I swim merrily in them
Devouring every moment
And savoring every sweet flavor
Of her love
As if it were my last day

And she calls to me
And I call back
Always
Always

---------------------------------------
I feel darkened
Confused, dazed
I want to know why
But without an answer
And with a question
Is how I want it spoken
To know true love
And never to know the lover's favorite color

---------------------------------------
My day stands still
And without her
I feel pain
For I have stopped time
And I have no one to help me continue
So I wait
And cry
And pray for a girl of my own
That I have loved
And have been rejected by

---------------------------------------
I will never know her kiss,
Or the feel of her hair.
Although my time with her is bliss,
She does not seem to care.

I am tortured by her angel's wings,
Of which I do adore.
But all I want are the simple things,
Even if I fall to the floor.

I want her to be happy,
This is my one request
I do not want to sound sappy,
But her words I do not digest.

---------------------------------------
I cry myself to sleep tonight
Thinking of her
Wishing she were here
But I know that she is happy
And that makes one less tear fall

But I cry
And I wish
And I dream
And I live
Because of her

Lasts forever
Or not...
Very sweet
Ends tragically

wow =] admirerofnone i like your poem! ... and sunny kimiko i like your poem .. cuz it makes me think... lol . cant explain in detail but yeah, its very cool

Kill

Tear my heart,
Rip it through,
Hurt my soul
And slice it through.

Friends, arn't friends,
When pain they give,
No words of sorry,
No thought and regrets.

No saviour for my soul,
No healing,
No mercy,
Take me all away,
Take me from this life.

Nice poem stormy!!! ^_^

^_^ thanks

@ Asiansensation and septermagick: wow!! I like both of your poems!!!
THank you! ^^

I love your poem, Al! XD

Having said what I said to you
I hope that you understand
Having said that I love you
I hope that you'll be the man

The man to help me
When there seems to be no hope
The man to make me laugh or cry
Depending on your mood

I wish that I said that to you
When you were by my side
Now you're gone, a victim of war
Kill by that horrible blast

But now I stand at your grave
Marked by my hand alone
I killed you supporting you
By waving you goodbye

And now I wish
That I hadn't supported
Your notion of being a hero
Your wish to make us proud

And now I stand at your grave
I pray for you to forgive
How I so enthusiastically
Waved you into war
Forgive me my love...
For I'll never forgive myself....

Nice poem stormy. I really liked it. And Sunny it was a good poem and all but I really think it was missing something. I like the little poem in your qoute better.

A few more of my poems...

Words are fleeting
And although the thing that I have cried over has stopped
I weep again
To know
That the one I was crying over
Is mourning
And I cry beside her
And she stops
And walks away
And tears run down my face once again

---------------------------------------
Beauty is in the eye
Of the beholder
And yet all behold
Her beauty
Many have died
In search of her loving kindness
But she gives it to me
As if it were pennies from her pocket
And I give her love
But am overshadowed
By the love that she gains from others
As all the women before her
Have left me
She will
But I pray that I am mistaken
And love will conquer
Over resounding cliché

---------------------------------------
Jousting with my heart
I gallop towards it
In an attempt
To win her over
And I do not know
If I have
But I shall know
Even if death must cast his shadow
Upon my unworthy soul
Her red hair
And name that rings
Although I cannot write it
For such holy a name
Must be written by a holy man
And I will become holy
In time
So that I may sweep her up
Into my arms
And write her name
Into my hand with blood
With no mistake
Of any letter
Any curve
Any line

Love in my hand forever

---------------------------------------
I smell the amber in the ground
I am lowered slowly
As I only see oak
And I think
Of my golden-haired angel
And how the heart
That she gave me
Was broken
And could not be used again
So amber passes through my nostrils
And oak fills my eyes
As I am lowered
Into sanctuary
From love
And its mighty gun
Named rejection

---------------------------------------

Incognito
The way I travel
Through my mind
But there is one
That need not travel with fear
For she
Is a beautiful spirit
She is a golden haired siren
Whose lips drip with tamed love
And she, only she
Is the one I allow
To roam my mind
Without a cloak
Even though she knows
Exactly what is in it
And I try to lead her
To the part
The main sanctuary
Of my conscience
The part of love for her
But that is the one thing
That she cannot find easily
And I can only lead her to it

I hold the key to that door
But want her to ask me for it
So the only thing to do...
Is wait
---------------------------------------
Pulsing is my heart
Destiny is an illusion
Only to make up for what could not be had
False predictions
Intimate lies
Flashing on the street of life
In large headlights
Until it comes too close
And runs you over

nice poetry admirerofnone

@ theviolinist: yeah, I thought it was missing something too

Lol, all my poems seem to end in tradgedy

Shine then Rain

Laughter heard by the sea
Children playing with happy glee
Chasing each other upon the sand
Seeing nothing but sea and land

Two by two the couples walk
Along the shoreline in happy talk
Two by two the couples run
As happy as the shining sun

Dogs are swimming in the surf
Thinking nothing of the turf
All the joy in their minds
The sea, to them, is all that's kind

Turtles climb upon the beach
To lay their eggs where not could reach
But, alas, foreign creatures come
To steal the eggs of unborn young

Year by year the waste does creep
Bestow the land in painfull weep
Year by year the sands no more
And along with it the pure, clean shore

Happiness gone, sadness comes
Past, present and future all is one
Gone is laughter, reality no more
To become a legend, a myth to adore

Look around you, look at what you've done
See what mother nature's become
Do you feel guilty? Do you feel sad?
What you have done is worse than bad

Hear the land cry out in pain
The sky that shined now turns to rain
Hear me monster,
Shine then rain

Wow Wow wow wow wow wow Shine and rain was an AMAZING poem sunny I really really liked it it had a very nice...umm...umm...I don't know how to describe, well it I really liked it any way.

These hopes and dreams that i admire
They stay in my head for a long time
Whenever im feeling upset
I think of these things
and they make me smile once again


I wonder where i get these dreams from..
My friends say they have the same dream
but no one can image it the way i do
no one can see the joy i see in it


That's why it is my dream
That's why it belongs to me
I dream these for a reason
It could just be showing me the future
or it could be a fantasy that ive always thought of
but you never know what secrets
lie within ones own dreams

I like your poem akemi... it made me think....

@ theviolinist: Thanks!! ^_^

I like your poem akemi... it made me think....

@ theviolinist: Thanks!! ^_^
Thank you! ^_^

Do you still remember
That one fateful day
That brought us all together
So our friendship might stay
As stong as steel, as tough as iron
That one fateful day

The day that we apologised
For all the sins we've done
So that we might still be together, as one
The day that we renewed our vows
To always be best friends
Yes, That one fateful day

Yet on that day we swore
One of us was fated
Fated to be no more
One of us would die
To save the other four
Yes.. That one fateful day

The day we had to choose
Which one of us would go
Which one of us we'd lose
Which one of us to sacrifice
In order to save the others
Yes, I remember that fateful day

The sad thing was
That all of us
Voluntered to be the bait
For the monster
That was haunting us
On that memorable, fateful date

When we made the choice
A part of us died
When we made that choice
We all got torn apart
When we made that choice
We all held on to see
What would happen if it was us
Who was chosen

We all regret that fateful day
We all wish it was us
Chosen to save all of our friends
We all regret that fateful day
And hope that we may die
To repay our debt to you our friend

Having told this sad, sad tale
Of friendship and of love
Having told this sad, sad tale
Of faith and of trust
I now can rest in harmony
To join the rest of my friends...

It alomost made me cry! 9.9/10

Thankyou

That poem did make me cry. It's too sad.

" The promise"

Don't you remember the first day we met
How we made that one special promise
Just between friends that we would stay together
Do you remember it?

That promise i keep very close to my heart
Just about everyday i think about it
I want us to stay together and be friends
But the moment i heard you say you didn't remember
My heart shattered into a million little pieces

I kept trying to make him remember
I kept saying the same thing over and over
But it was no use he couldn't remember anything
He could barely remember me for that matter
But just knowing this made me want to cry

I just wanted him to remember that's all i wanted
But he chose to forget this promise our group made
He chose to forget everything.. us.. the promise
Why would he do such a thing.. I don't understand
What would make him do this or even make him forget

That fatefull day i was sad for a while
But i made him make me a promise
One special little promise between the two of us
He smilied and agreed with me and i made him say the promise
He said it and i was happy he said " We'll always be together..
I promise" That moment i held dear and close to my heart
I hope he won't forget our promise
The promise that keeps me together and happy
The promise that is my life

Seriously, why do most poems have to be so sad?

well.. they dont have to be sad.. i just have this thing about sad poems...

A royal love

I knew you would accept
This special gift i give
I knew you would accept
My love that's mine to give

I knew you would not care
About my rank or my wealth
I knew you would not mind
How my father did not like you

But how was I to know
How many despising glares
Would slowly kill my heart
So that I wouldn't care

Care for how you loved me
Care for our lives together
Care for our hope for future
Care for our happiness

But just when I was crumbling
You were there to say
'They just want the life we live
And they want you to stay'

'And as long as we live together
Who cares about what they say?'
And with those words
you saved our love

I'm glad that I asked you
To recieve my special gift
For now we live together
In harmony, in peace
Together loving.... always

happy? a poem that's not sad for once!!

XD yeah it's a happy poem. It was very good to

here's one of mine ^_^ hope you like it


Isn’t Beautiful?

In this lonely state of death and grief
Where life is taken and death is given
Where darkness lies in disbelief
Which brings about our greatest fears

But isn’t it beautiful, the way we hold each other tonight?
In this memorial moment of fate and light
Reunited after all these years
Under the same magnificent star filled sky

Isn’t it wonderful, the way you move closer and closer?
Making my heart beat faster and harder
Then leaping into my arms
With tears of joy streaking down your cheeks

Isn’t it magical, the way we gazed into each other’s eyes?
Melting away our fears and lies.
With the wind blowing nice and fair
Bringing about our embracement in this majestic night air

Isn’t it beautiful, the way we hold each other tonight?
In this memorial moment of fate and light.
This event created by our two swayed hearts
Lasting forever under this same magnificent star filled sky

Wow that's pretty good Kings ^_^

Quite a bit of talent here, and I'm happy to see that people follow my type of writing as well (Prose/ Free Verse).

My newest work:

The Forbidden Thirst

Oh! Shall it be?

The truth shall ever hide in the face of future,
The dream yet to taste the fruit of youth.
The action repeats itself,
The waltz triples the fate.
The romance forbade, and
The lust shall be quenched.

An undying desire surges,
Feelings of remorse and greaf
Oceans the space;
A void that dreams full.
A cup of pure rapture.

Shall I take of the challase?
Do I step forward? Or
Do I cast my eyes down; standing
Still in a fractial of space.

The heart bursts. The frozen time
Fades in the night as the glimmer
Residue remains.


The Forbiden thirst calls,
And my body begs to answer.

lol reminds me of a certain book a certain someone around here obsesses over ^_^

I really like this poem. It flows nicely and the images you're painting fit the theme very well.

ill post a few others later and ill work on some new ones, its been a while ^_^, ill also post my creative writing works if anybody would like to read :D

" The Piano's sounds"

The sound of a piano
yes.. that's what i hear when iam sad
press a few keys they relive your stress
each key has it's special sound

Like how the wind has it's special feel
how the wind blows your hair around and calms you
The piano is the same the sounds it provides
the songs it plays is very soothing to the heart

The pianos songs makes me want to dance
Dance in the moonlight with no thoughts at all
I hear the music and i feel like a puppet
Just closing my eyes and falling asleep
in the moonlight is wishful thinking to me

Ah how i wish i could play those beautiful notes
I wish i could dance all night with nothing on my mind
And let the wind blow my hair around gently
I wish i could be like that forever
Staying at peace and having sympathy
Feeling this knowing it's out there
Makes me think of the calm things in life

It helps me through my troubles
It pulls me through and makes me forget
Oh those sounds that i love
Those beautiful sounds
They Descibe me in so many ways
The paino.. is playing my future as we speak
as i.. Dream of those notes that i..
That i long for

^ awesome!!!


Distraught in my own little room
Etherized and torn apart
All emotions fly away like a black dove
Thrown against my monotonous life
Having no one to love once again

The rushing wind blows in my face
The crashing tides of air
The ripping storm makes my hair
Go whipping everyowhere

Why is it that you left me?
Why is it that you died?
Why is it that you killed yourself?
When I depend on you to survive

My loving mother with caring heart
This cruel world tore you apart
But in my soul I know you're there
Watching over me
In the heavens above...

^ sad poem. Forbidden thirst reminds me of a certain book called Lolita :shifty:


Ancient ruins

We once stood almight
ruled over the lands
Joyous cheers of victory
played in our cities
We feed our people
wines, meats and fruits
Mansions were then common
No beggers littered the roads.

Peace was prevailing
Love in the air
Happiness seemed lasting
Commoners like heirs.

Yet nothing can remain forever
Even if no mistakes were made
We had our army,
weapons,
Our parading troops.
Who would have thought
Not men turn against us
But the fury of weather
flood down upon us.

So it all ended
our empire destroyed
The previous utopia
in ruins it laid
And I wept as I saw
our people die.
I wept as I saw
our people die.

wow, you guys are clever :) i like writing poems too, but they're all sad ones. I was thinking about publishing a book with them in it to raise awareness of depression... hmmmmm maybe :P

Lol, we should meet up, I hardly ever write happy poems.. sad poems just come easily for me

Have you found it?
The gift from above?
I hope you've found it
The treasure of love

The gift that the angels
Would cast upon our lives
The love that we'd share
The rules we'd abide

I thought that you'd find it
But now it's too late
The treasure is gone
You took the wrong bait

I saw you go on
With that popular girl
Oblivious of the love I gave
And I saw your love unfurl

And I still wish
That you could know
That I still love you
But you've pushed me down low

I hope that one day
You'll return my love
I hope that one day
We'll fly free like the dove
I want you to know
That I'll always be waiting
Waiting for you...

This is based on a true love that will never die, and I hope that my friend will finally get the love she deserves from the guy she loves.

Wow sunny you write such good poems, I wish I was that good. and I hope your friend gets the love she deserves too.

Life is like a candle
When you first light it, it is bright
then evently as time passes by
It gets smaller and smaller
and every now and then the fire flickers

Over time you will get to the bottom
and that candle light will slowly fade away
as you get older and older
The candelight flickers constantly untill it is no more
Untill it finally disappears

( Sorry it was so short)

I remember the day
The day we met each other
I remember the day
The day we became like brothers

We were the best of friends
Sharing secrets of our crush
Telling foolish jokes
Laughing as we made girls blush

Then the day came
How was I to know?
That it was all fake?
All just a show

You sold me out for cash
I cheated my trust for you
I feel this pain ful lash
As you stab me in the back

Even though you lied
Even though you didn't care
Even if you hated me
I still care for you brother
Always and forever...

A little short.. sorry to dissapoint

(Sunny Kimiko Take a Bite of This!)
(Oh and to let you know this is the reason why Vincent hasn't been posting.)
(Yeah he's been working on this poem since Sunny Kimiko posted poems!)
(I guess he wants to impress Akemi.)
(Good job Akemi and Kim and the others.)

"I Will Wait"

I am here
Still waiting
I just hope
That I am waiting for something

I hope it comes
I just hope I do not wait in vain
I will wait forever if I have to
I do not want to feel the pain

I waited all day
I waited all night
Till now I'm still waiting here
I am in the dark waiting for the light

I feel weak
I'm falling down
I need it now
To save me from falling

I will try to stay strong
I will keep waiting
I just hope it doesn't take too long
I just hope its not too late

I wonder...
I wonder...
When...
When you will come...

Lol, we should meet up, I hardly ever write happy poems.. sad poems just come easily for me

Have you found it?
The gift from above?
I hope you've found it
The treasure of love

The gift that the angels
Would cast upon our lives
The love that we'd share
The rules we'd abide

I thought that you'd find it
But now it's too late
The treasure is gone
You took the wrong bait

I saw you go on
With that popular girl
Oblivious of the love I gave
And I saw your love unfurl

And I still wish
That you could know
That I still love you
But you've pushed me down low

I hope that one day
You'll return my love
I hope that one day
We'll fly free like the dove
I want you to know
That I'll always be waiting
Waiting for you...

This is based on a true love that will never die, and I hope that my friend will finally get the love she deserves from the guy she loves.
You really confused me right there. On the poem you must have been talking about a guy and then on that other part you hoped that your friend which must be a girl will finally get the love she deserves from the guy she loves. That's confusing.

(Sunny Kimiko Take a Bite of This!)
(Oh and to let you know this is the reason why Vincent hasn't been posting.)
(Yeah he's been working on this poem since Sunny Kimiko posted poems!)
(I guess he wants to impress Akemi.)
(Good job Akemi and Kim and the others.)

"I Will Wait"

I am here
Still waiting
I just hope
That I am waiting for something

I hope it comes
I just hope I do not wait in vain
I will wait forever if I have to
I do not want to feel the pain

I waited all day
I waited all night
Till now I'm still waiting here
I am in the dark waiting for the light

I feel weak
I'm falling down
I need it now
To save me from falling

I will try to stay strong
I will keep waiting
I just hope it doesn't take too long
I just hope its not too late

I wonder...
I wonder...
When...
When you will come...
( x3 hehe. I feel luved <3. Very nice
poem vincent! I like it alot!)

(Why are we talking in ()?)
Nice poem Vincent.

(I know and its funny)

this is suppose to be children's poetry for my creative writing class, but it really doenst seem like one -_-, anyways i hope you guys like it :D


The singing Catch

I come from the haunted forest up north
If you dare challenge me, hence come forth
But know that I sleep by day and hunt at night
And give every unwanted visitor a terrible fright

I enjoy keeping to myself
And read a book from the shelf
However, when I finish to read
My stomach growls, while I must feed.

Then I run outside in a hurry
Even though it’s dark and blurry
I see someone coming closer and closer
But she is singing, is she a composer?
The wolves howl at the full moon
That’s my cue to attack soon

I run to the singing voice
But instead of hunting I rejoice
“What a beautiful voice”, I thought
I can’t believe it my heart is caught

A beautiful singing maiden has entered
With her voice has me captured
I finally met my match
To the beautiful maiden’s singing catch

I have a question for all the poets around here.

Have you ever made a poem that actually came from your heart?

Seriously I suck, but what the heck, here's mine.

Even if you go seperate ways
To you, you are always together
You are never far from each other
For you are one
You don't care
About what other peple say about you
You only follow what your heart tells you
You are inseperable
You'll fight for love
You'll do everything
To keep your relationship alive

I'll finish the poem some other time.

All my poems are from the heart

my "isnt beautiful one" is the other ones not really yet, depends on the moment ^_^

Yep all the poems i make come from my heart ^^

No one could be happy forever
Everyone has suffered in this world
Everyone has had to cry over something
Why do we deal with this?
Why do these things happen?

I wish that there was only happiness
I only want to see children smiling
Teenagers Smiling, adults smiling
I want everyone to be happy

But not everything can be perfect
In order to learn something good
You must first do something bad to learn
Equal Exchange Good is bad and bad is good

If love is able to kill someone...
Then isnt hate able to save someone too

( Sorry some random things... >>;;)

Some from the brain and some from the heart. Why all the sadness?

Enemies are your best friends
I like to justify
They say your clothes sucks
which is true even though you deny
So you take another outfit
they laugh at your hair
you change your hairstyle
makes everyone say you are cool
bascially they already made you look good.

Now when you are sad or angry
they come along
Jeer and insult you
You shout "**** you" at them
suddenly you find you feel much happier again
Now they even cheer you up.

When you are bored and have nothing to do
you can send hate mails
critcise them on your blog
write about them to a magazine
make plans to revenge
They provide good entertainment for you.

Then when you fail your tests
they show you their paper
to prove they are smart
you are so glad you get to a copy for corrections
They even help you in your academics!

Great! Then they vandalise all over the walls
they always write your name with a sucks
of course you can understand
they are not itellects
they always spell rocks for sucks
Now everyone knows your name
You have to thank them for helping boost your popularity

See, I told you your enemies are your best friends.

I have a question for all the poets around here.

Have you ever made a poem that actually came from your heart?

Seriously I suck, but what the heck, here's mine.


My poems are stems from my emotions. If I feel happy, the poem will turn out happy. If I am nastalgic, It will call upon nastalgia. If I'm lustful (which is most of the time), It will turn out that way. Same goes for romantic, mad, sad, glad, exc...

I guess, in a way, my poems are from the heart, and the other emotions humans.

You really confused me right there. On the poem you must have been talking about a guy and then on that other part you hoped that your friend which must be a girl will finally get the love she deserves from the guy she loves. That's confusing.


The poem is in my friend's point of view

All my poems come from my heart

That question was a funny question
Ask a great poet and ask him/her that question
Now what do you think he would say?

Btw ppl, i've created names for all my poems now.

In the order that I posted them:

True Love
A Time For Everything
Love Is In The Air
All Alone
L.O.V.E
Hero Of War
Shine Then Rain
Fateful Day
Storm Of Love
Love Always
Always Brothers

And the little poem in my siggy is called 'Eternal love'

Survivor

I'm walking down the silent streets
Nobody is in sight
I'm peering into alleyways
my heart clenches tight

I'm the lone survivor
In this terrible place
I just hope the enemy
Decides not to give chase

Japan vs China
Both my countries by blood
My mother and my father
Both killed by their love

Now I stand at my own front door
Battered and torn down
I hear some footsteps come
And I know this is the end

I walk towards the footsteps
Their rythm in sync with my heart
I stare at the enemy's face
It's hard and cold

I hear the bang of a gun
I brace myself for what's to come
I feel the pain of a bullet
I look up at the enemy
The last person I will see
Before I go to join
My family..

Not As Thought
By: Britney Fernandez

I thought I was over him
But I do seem to be wrong
A fire is rekindleing
Though, I thought it gone for long

I want to hold him, hug him,
To be with him once more
But I was never with him
And now my chance is out the door

Oh woe
Bestoed on me
My emotions are raging
For everyone to see.

This is of the boy in my first poem and a diffrent one from the 2nd and 3rd poem.

" It's just a dream"

It was all just a dream
A little dream that i have always wanted
I have wanted that dream to come true
That dream is my every desire

I want to dream about that dream every night
I want to wake up with a smile on my face
My dream is my fantasy that i have always wanted
The dream of my heart and soul

I have always wanted my dream to be a reality
I have always wanted it that way
I would give up everything for that one special dream
Just to make it come true
Just to be able to live that dream
Is everything i have always wanted

That question was a funny question
Ask a great poet and ask him/her that question
Now what do you think he would say?
Oh plz Vincent. Your poems dont really come from the heart. If it's really from your heart, you wont have to fix it. You always have to and you're not that great a poet. Some of ur poems r funny but most r just to impress the ppl in here, especially Akemi.

Edit: Ignore this Post

If it's really from your heart, you wont have to fix it.

I have to point out that is wrong. If you are a professional poet, you can't actually write anything that pours out from your heart. It requires lots of editting before you can actually come out with a good poem which expresses fully or more accurately what you are feeling. So you actually have to fix it. I am no poet, but this is something I heard from a poet on television.

I have to point out that is wrong. If you are a professional poet, you can't actually write anything that pours out from your heart. It requires lots of editting before you can actually come out with a good poem which expresses fully or more accurately what you are feeling. So you actually have to fix it. I am no poet, but this is something I heard from a poet on television.

Meim is right. Of all the things you can possibly write, a poem takes the most time per word on avarage. You shift around, delete and add until you've got what you want.

The heart knows what's right, when it's there, but you need lots of trial and error to find that. And even you if you like a phrase you've just put down, you never know whether there isn't one stowed away somewhere in the recesses of your brains that you like more.

Only incredibly talented poets get it right the first try. Usually, the line "It comes from the heart," is an excuse to be lazy and not edit.

Although, sometimes you might ruin your poem by editing, so never throw away the first draft.

To Meim & Dawnstorm - "Exactly,that's NOT my point."
To others - "This is going to be a debate,trust me"
But I'll tell u what ur heart is makes u do the poem not that u guys wud know

"Just A Dagger on my heart"


It hurts!
But I won't cry
The Pain!
Its killing me and I cannot lie

I gave you my heart
Yes it is true
You're the only one I love
To who else can I give it to?

Someone like you must be very hard to find
To me you are rare
You are my life and I live only for you
But For me you did not care

I have found something
The result of our part
Yes I have found it
Its Just A Dagger In My Heart

You ran away from me
I waited,waited,and till now I'm still waiting
I know you will come back
So I stayed here still hoping

Will you come back?
Come back to me?
What is wrong?
Have you found another he?

Come back to me
And I shall take you to paradise
We shall live and live till the world's ending
Come with me and live where our future lies

Help me
To remove this pain in my heart
No its not an arrow
Its Just A Dagger In My Heart

^^;..
Meim & Dawnstorm: Yep! wow you two are very smart cookies.
Every word you said is true. Not every poem will be a good one.
Like mine for instance, Mine suck, And sometimes i edit them and they
still suck.. But that's not the point.. the point is, is that not every poem you make comes straight from your heart either... i think. Well at least that's how it is with me.

.. This is turning into a debate.... o.o

How fun. A debate about this.


A debate! A debate!
We yelled and cheered.
About words and rhyme.
About heart and mind.
For or against?
You'll decide.
It will be fun.
No one can deny.
As we write our arguments
in poetry delight.

oki, i made one recently.. and yeah.. ill just throw it here ^^





i watch the falling stars from the sky
how they are misunderstood
they cry
they wonder
not knowing what it really is
others just watch in amazement
speaking of evil things that
stars are clouded

an illusion
it shows us the truth
but did you listen?
did you look at how the star fell?
did you catch the falling star?
do you know where it came from?
do you know why it is falling?

a misunderstood star
in the dark of night
whispering its heart
only the darkness hears the call
the mist has covered the flowers
they bloom so beautifully
yet they are trampelled on

awake are the flowers of the falling star
laid there in the bed
a flood
drowned is the blossom
the star falls
and once again the flower blooms

misunderstood is the star
for you did not stop to smell the flowers

Stilll sooooo super cool toki, where's the title?

><; -Editing the poem for certain reasons-

That was awesome. Though, fighting and war is actually healthy (unless you like die from obvious stuff...bah...you know wha I mean).

Wow! Akemi, I love that song!


><; -Editing the poem for certain reasons-

Why did you erase Imagine (John Lennon)? I really want the lyrics

Here's a antipoem made by a chilean (it's in Spanish, but I'll translate it)

Fue una tarde triste y pálida
De su trabajo a la sálida
Pues esa mujer neurótica
Trabajaba en una bótica

La encontré por vez primera
Y una pasión efiméra
Me dejó alelado estúpido
Con sus flechas el Dios Cúpido
Y su puntería sabia
Mi corazón herido hábia

Me acerqué y le dije histérico
Señorita soy Fedérico
Y me respondió la chica
Yo me llamo Veronica.

Y en el parque a oscuras solos
Nos amamos cual tortólos
Pasó veloz el tiempo árido
Y a los tres meses el márido
Era yo de aquella quien
Creía pura y virgén.

Llebava un mes de casado
Lo recuerdo fue un sabádo
La pillé besando a un chico
Feo flaco y raquitíco.

De un combo lo maté casi
Y a ella yo le hablé ási

Yo te creía una cándida
Y haz resultado una bándida

Hoy mi honor solo me indica
Mujer perjura y ciníca
Después de tu devaneo
Que te perfore el cranéo

Y maté a aquella mujer
De un solo tiro de revolvér.

Here's the translation

It was a sad and pale afternoon
Of her work when coming out
Since that neurotic woman
Worked in a pharmacy

At first time I found her
And an ephemeral passion
Left me stupid
Cupid with his arrows
And his wise aim
Had hurt my heart

I approached and said her hysterical
young lady, I'm Federico
And the the girl answered me
My name is Verónca

And in the park alone in the dark
We loved us as lovebirds
The barren time went quick
And in tree months the husband
Was I of that woman
I believed pure and virgin

We had been married a month
I remember it, was Saturday
I caugth her kissing a boy
Ugly, thin and rickety

I almost killed him with a punch
And I said her

I believed you as a candid
And you are a rascal

Now my honor only indicates me,
Cynical and perjured woman
After your affair
That I perforated your skull

And I killed that woman
With a single revolver shot.

O_o Who wrote that?

Off Topic: I speak spanish.

Nicanor Parra, antipoet

Anti-poet? Sorry if this eems too far off topic....

Lol I didn't think i put the right lyrics up...
But here are the right lyrics

" Imagine"

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Song written by: John Lennon

Ah such a pretty song.. Well it is to me ^^;

isnt that the song where when played backwards, it says "the people war beside me"?

Yes, the part: Imagine all the people.

I never finished my other poem but here's another unfinished one that still doesn't rhyme.

"Trust"

I trusted you with everything
I trusted you with all my secrets
Thinking that you'd never tell anyone
I trusted you with all my feelings
Thinking that you'd help me to fight it
I trusted you and yet you betrayed me
I still trusted you
Thinking that you'll change
Yet you never did
And I knew I couldn't trust you anymore
I told you about my problem with you
And you said you were sorry
And that you'll change
You didn't change
You stayed as you were
Never thinking of how I would feel
I tried not to tell you anything
Yet I couldn't help myself
I tried to avoid you as much as I can
And yet I failed
I still told you my secrets
Knowing that I shouldn't trust you
I still told you how I felt
Knowing what you would do
I knew I couldn't trust you
But still I trusted you

Well, I tried to get as finished as I can.

I wrote this a few days ago... it's mediocre, but I like the last verse.

"Regrets"

Xander, it looks like I've screwed up again
Yet another promise I can't seem to keep
You can't trust me, you can't trust me
My own guilt disrupts my sleep

Past regrets flood my mind
like raging waves in stormy seas
And like the grains of sand upon the shore
are my foolish memories

How very like a child I am--
she who schemes to get her way--
how very like a child I am,
and how childish I am doomed to stay!

i popped up with this this morning.

"My Poe Complex"

Woe is me,
I feel like Poe at this degree.
My self,
Is heavy and compressed,
I could take this for, I do not know,
A year more, at best.

The object of my emotion,
Is a secret, but causes an implosion,
On sight, of my brain functions.

This sad tale is sadder still,
Because the subject is now mentally ill,
Driven crazy by uncontrollable feelings, controlled,
I write this now, not in sight of a future departure,
But more that I will soon fold.
Picked on eternally, by internal vultures.

i can clear up some lines on demand... its not very good..
(if you dont know who or what "Poe" is, its Edgar Allan Poe, a writer from the nintheenth century (1809-1845) heres a short resume of his life http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/eapoe.htm )

That is one poem worth reading! Why did you say it is not very good? But I am not so sure about the last line. Overall it was a great poem with a good rhythm and rhyme. I also like how you tie in "the subject" emotions with your title. I hope that it isn't about you. Madness is a terrible affliction!

(woe is me, and I wrote it) anywhos

i think i meant that the "vultures" are my own demons that torment me on and on, like vultures picking on a carcass. :/
but ill try not to complain too much, im not a starvin child in africa who's stomach is a sack of parasites, so i guess i just gotta shut up now and go to school and shit.

I call this one, "Suffering"

Pain..........pain...
....pain...pain...pain
pain pain pain pain.

ouch.

pain pain.ah...ooh.
arggggggh....aHHHg.
GAAAAh. Ouuuuuch.
...ow. )':

its very clear and descriptive... well done.
.
.
.
.got a new poem...

-

Peculiar void

The emptiness, like the nonoccurrence of the once filled,
Result of the opposite of joy, ripped the container of one’s soul,
Spilled the rich content, ever flowing out, but already emptied.
Lacks of presence, it hurts, alone, scorned and soiled.
In lack how can there be pain? Peculiar void.
-
-
how be it?

Back from hell guys!
And i brought along some poems ill post some for now
This one is my old poems
I couldn't post it before because I've forgotten where I put my paper

-----"What's Love?"-----

Love,the greatest thing to feel
Can give you joy or pain
Hope you'd never get the wound when you win love
The wound which noone else,but you can heal

Love is like an infinite meal
Very hard to ignore
Very easy to enjoy
Love is indeed a feeling that everything should reveal

Love makes your mind go wild
It makes you do anything your partner wants
Even if it leads to danger
Love makes you act like a child

With Love there is always a tomorrow
A tomorrow to be remembered
Or a tomorrow to be forgotten
Without Love you are in Great Sorrow

Love,the greatest thing to feel
Gives you a lifetime of joy
Or a moment of pain
Take your chances for love, is the greatest thing to feel

-------"Sacrifice"--------

Six hundred men
Six hundred swords
Six hundred horses
Made their decision

Too Many muskets
Too Many soldiers
Too Many bullets
Stood still for their prey

The Six hundred charged
Very fast they had charged
Finding their funeral
In the valley of their deaths

Too many fired
Too many gave heavy fire
They shot and shot
Sending their prey a rain of bullets

Too much bloodshed
Too much death
Too much dying
The battlefield became a graveyard

Few retreated
Retreated fast they did
But their efforts were in vain
For the mouth of hell devoured them

Six hundred returned home
Six hundred lived happy
Six hundred went home
But not alive


These poems are coming soon

"The Comedy In Drama"
"Just Waiting For Love To Come"
"The Heart Crusher"
"10 years a week"
"The Consequence Of Making Wrong Jokes"
"Hold Me Till The End"
"Farewell To You Mister Miss"
"A Guy In The Girls' Restroom"
"Welcome To The World Of Love"
"Homie,The Female Hero"
"Hero Of Old And Mighty"
"Midnight Fight"

Back from hell guys!
And i brought along some poems ill post some for now
This one is my old poems
I could post it before because I've forgotten where I put my paper

-----"What's Love?"-----

Love,the greatest thing to feel
Can give you joy or pain
Hope you'd never get the wound when you win love
The wound which noone else,but you can heal

Love is like an infinite meal
Very hard to ignore
Very easy to enjoy
Love is indeed a feeling that everything should reveal

Love makes your mind go wild
It makes you do anything your partner wants
Even if it leads to danger
Love makes you act like a child

With Love there is always a tomorrow
A tomorrow to be remembered
Or a tomorrow to be forgotten
Without Love you are in Great Sorrow

Love,the greatest thing to feel
Gives you a lifetime of joy
Or a moment of pain
Take your chances for love, is the greatest thing to feel

-------"Sacrifice"--------

Six hundred men
Six hundred swords
Six hundred horses
Made their decision

Too Many muskets
Too Many soldiers
Too Many bullets
Stood still for their prey

The Six hundred charged
Very fast they had charged
Finding their funeral
In the valley of their deaths

Too many fired
Too many gave heavy fire
They shot and shot
Sending their prey a rain of bullets

Too much bloodshed
Too much death
Too much dying
The battlefield became a graveyard

Few retreated
Retreated fast they did
But their efforts were in vain
For the mouth of hell devoured them

Six hundred returned home
Six hundred lived happy
Six hundred went home
But not alive

I can't honestly say I like them. Same for dead panda....

I can't honestly say I like them. Same for dead panda....
Me agree with you about Vincent's poems and Dead Panda's.

It was a joke...

haha...laugh? Or not. :|

~You seem mute
yet you speak,
call it whatever,
Armor or Dress,
your fashion
breaks your silence~


why did I write this,
I have too much time on my hands....

Your poem doesn't has a title. What is the focus? Isn't it "breaks" your silence? I never seem to be able to understand abstract meanings.



Simplification.

I wish I was back in a time.
When I recognise ":" and ")" means a happy person
and ":" and "(" means a sad person.
That I never knew all the emotions in between
or ever need to see them on someone's face.

I wish I was in a world where there is no grey.
Where things are either black or white.
Just like you can be only be wrong or right.
Then there will only be one perspective
so nobody will ever fight.

I wish the only equation that exist is 1+1
With the answer always 2.
That the only alphabets we use are ABC
So everyone will share the same language
and will be of the same intelligence.

I wish everything was simply defined.
People just appeared out of nowhere.
Having stick bodies and speech bubbles.
Then when they die they have XX for their eyes.
Their tombstone just an oval shape slab with R.I.P

Finally, I wish...
we will all go to heaven just wearing plastic halo and fake wings.

The Truth..

My misery I cast aside,
my despair I try to hide;
All the while
I smile
but, at night, I cry
all the night, I cry
to you my dear, I cannot lie.

In my eyes, pain shows
every second, my sorrow grows;
silently I weep
my grief is deep;
your life I'm not to share
I know this isn't fair
but, the truth is there.

2 new pwems of mine...

Peculiar void

The emptiness, like the nonoccurrence of the once filled,
Result of the opposite of joy, ripped the container of one’s soul,
Spilled the rich content, ever flowing out, but already emptied.
Lacks of presence, it hurts, alone, scorned and soiled.
In lack how can there be pain? Peculiar void.

Lonely walk

I take steps, out of the occupied house,
A rainbow of light from the icicles hanging from the gutter,
Cold takes my coat in its mystical grip, my eyes, aroused.
The sky is dull grey but the sun punctures through a lonely hole, as ever.
Shifting contrasts on innumerable branches, in snow, doused.

Walking out of the reality, created by money and those without souls,
The loneliness endeavored, bipedal locomotion continued.

Strutting along, the uneven ground is an odd confusion,
Like life, one hardly ever adjusts to its ups and downs.
Thinking hard on one’s own life and the profusion,
Of masses of snow and shiny ice on the ground.

The life of one who was lonely, is though over,
The solitary walk makes the mind work more then the body, as ever
One thinks its over, but the socialist died on the road long ago, forever,
Lonelier.

i kenda posted the first one earlyer, but it was in an edit of anf older post since i didnt want to double post, soo i just re-posted it in case. i correct myself, its a new poem and half new poem :)

This is my haiku. called bleu.


Panda makes bad poetry.
This is the 2nd lineeeeeeeee
This font is smaller than the last.

This is my haiku. called bleu.


Panda makes bad poetry.
This is the 2nd lineeeeeeeee
This font is smaller than the last.
What the fuck is with the underlined letters?

@ Dead Panda: I laughed really hard at your "Suffering" poem. Hell, I still do. Best 'poem' I've ever read XD (sorry real poets)

This is my haiku. called bleu.


Panda makes bad poetry.
This is the 2nd lineeeeeeeee
This font is smaller than the last.
That is not a haiku at all. A haiku has a syllable pattern of 5-7-5! Not one line is correct. <_<

This is my haiku. called bleu.


Panda makes bad poetry.
This is the 2nd lineeeeeeeee
This font is smaller than the last.

That's the worst poem I have ever, in my life, read. IT SUCKS! :bleh:

.

it's true e.e; it should be 5-7-5

i call this one love....


If its around you
U will know.

If it fills ur heart
U will show.

Its blank and
Faint if u make it

You should never
Ever Mistake it

Breaking and
Entering

Slow but
Fast

The meaning of love
Is more then a cast

Alway filling your heart
With more remorse

If u don’t feel the same
Theres nothing I can do

But stay and be quiet
Missing you

U broke my heart
Like u broke a dollar

So fast. But still
I stay on this collar

Seeing love
Like a fake

Until
U fix this mistake….



EDIT!!!! i think we should have a poetry contes....and have a vote on which ones u like best.....this might be a bad idea but i think it would be cool

Slapped this one together in under 20 mins. And, thus, you shall experence some more of my... Desire Poetry (Ignore my horrid symbolism--what can I say, I'm inspired by them!). Enjoy. (or don't)

Whom shall hold my sanity?

So gently the tongues licked on the tail of my feet.
Proceed forward or reduce ten-fold?
As melody continues on, as the harmony defeat;
The stardust wish that the dreamer hold.

With every step I take it ripples,
And my image follows suit.
Perhaps Kipple?
Or of moot?

Desprately I try to reach past,
Only to redirect to a suit of different mass.

Forever watch,
Forever date,
Forever wish,
Forever neigh.

Untrue, and unjust--my dream shall ever be.
The dust falls without gilitter, see;
No melody exists,
The Harmony permiss.
-To whom shall hold my sanity?

And there the glass shatters,
And the world opens to the matters.
I reach out and grasp the light,
Only to be burnt by my desire so white.

WOW M that is really good. I like that one quite very much.

So do I...Maybe a monthly contest? Ill go open the thread.

sweetNESS!!

EDIT: Ignore this. :heh:

.

uh...It's good.

nice poetry everyone!! did anyone miss mine?

My heart feels empty
As cold as stone
My mind is blank
Why'd you leave me all alone?

My body is freezing
My face is white
My mouth is tasteless
My fists are clenched tight

The wind blows in my hair
As I run on the beach
And I think in my mind
This is a lesson to teach

To all girls out there
Beware of love
It's hard to control
Or fly free like a dove
Beware of your feelings
For they might lead you to a dead end.....

It's good and all, but some of the words seem out of place, and it seems like your sole objective was to find words that rhymed with certain lines. :think:

Yeah... I'm a little rusty.... :heh:

Oh yeah uhh guys let's be nice and not offend others for their work
I mean we try our best to be great poets
Not that you'd guys know
But mayb u guys shud find out the definition of tactful or tactless
Really words to know
Ok here's another old one(I made this when I was 10)

--------"The Comedy In Drama"--------


Was watching a Drama last night
Thought it will be like an Action show or movie
No,Drama is not at all tight
But somehow I find it funny

I laugh when they argue
I laugh when they fight
They always have something evil to do
So I guess Drama is all right

I find it amusing
When the people watching cries
Just look at their eyes
With tears falling

Funnier than a dancing Lhama
These people are
Do they cry because of the Drama
Still have no idea why they cry

I find it hard to believe
That Drama is adored by my Mama
I find it hard to believe
That there is Comedy In Drama

Thats kinda rusty but It was still the best poem in my school few years ago

[...]Not that you'd guys know
But mayb u guys shud find out the definition of tactful or tactless
Really words to know

Ummm... Constructive critisism fits under the definiton of tactful; some of the commentary falls in this catagory, some do not. By the way, thank you for the attack. Just to let you know, people don't take you seriously when you suggest to learn a word when you don't spell out your sentences completely. Kinda hypocritical, really. I'm not saying that you can't (your poetry shows me otherwise) it's just that taking someone serious in this type of situation is hard to do when they don't salute to the proper syntax.

I don't know about you, but I want to become a better writer, and I can only do so by having my flaws pointed out. Even if it's just the mood of the writing, you need to know, or you will be proud of a failure. What sounds good to you, may not be for others; writing is odd like that. Just relax and take the good with the bad--that's what writing's all about!

It's ok to comment about other people's poems as long as it's not too hurtful ^_^

Exactly
I know their work might suck
But lets not be mean and say "Hey guess what that SUCKS!"
Just keep your comments to yourself
U know what i mean?
I'm not a person who likes to criticize people
Oh and M uhh i dont care if u do what i suggest
I just said that it would be better to know what it means
So u know when people say ur tactful u would know u did something bad
One more thing i did not attack
I defended those being Attacked
Just think for a moment
If they said ur poerty suck
Doesnt that automatically gives u the right to protect urself?
I mean come on
Other words to learn
Appreciate or appreciation
I'll never be proud of a failure
Why?Cuz i never made a failure!
I like all my poems and im proud of them
I did not make for u guys to hate it
I made it so i can show something great that I did
We all expect for people to say that our poems r great
For me there are only two adjectives for Poems
GREAT AND BETTER!!!
NO Failures At All
This Site is for UNITING And APPRECIATING
Not for HATING or CRITICIZING
Something we call community
So i suggest lets cut this conversation out
And get back to the topic
IF anybody sees this as an attack then I am sorry

I was bored. So I tried to write, a 'real' poem. It sucks.


Why must you be,
so difficult?
Why must you wrap your thoughts,
and keep them away?
Why must you deny it,
when you know its true?

These lies. Those false beliefs.
I'm not your puppet.
Not a toy.
A tool.

I have, a will of my own.
I have, a life of my own.
My own desires.
My own dreams.

I am not you.
You, are definantly not me.

So its about u being compared to som1 else right?
Cant figure out cuz it aint got a title

So its about u being compared to som1 else right?
Cant figure out cuz it aint got a title

I think the poem simply represents how someone is trying to manipulate him into being just like them.

I dont see that on the first and the last stanza though
This is the way i see it
.................................
..............................
.........................
Yeah ur right

There is still a way to make it better
Try to make ur words rhyme like uhhhhhhow bout this
"Why must u deny it"
"When u know its true"
"Accept it or have ur throat slit"
"Accept that I am definitely not you"
Or something like that

I got into the semi finals for a poetry conest and my poem will appear in a book called Immortal verses. I hope I get the $1,000 prize.

I been fighting so long to stay afloat
in this cesspool of darkness I'm in
I can't fight forever what will come in the end
seeing how I've been overcome with sin

The sin lingers on in my mind
and pulls me so much deeper into the darkness
Yet after years of fighting and trying not to sink
I begin to try less and less

Until where I am today
Covered in hate and despair
Coming fully submerged
and knowing that I had friends there

They've kept me up, holding my hand
But now they've left and I understand
They weren't holding me up, I was pulling them down
So now they left me... Left me to drown
-NightmareVC-

EDIT: ( Spelling)

I like that poem. How do you spell "rekindling"

Rekindling... that's correct.

Here's two other poems

-----"Midnight Fight"-----

Couples are friendly
And agree with each other
But soon they will fight
They will fight when the time is right

They will yell
And they will shout
They will fight
When there is noone in sight

Tommorow they will
Love each other again
They will be polite
They will feel all right

Since its still not the right time
They will prepare
Both will work on their appetite
And have some delight

Very excited
They will stare at the clock together
And get ready to fight
When the day turns into night

Then again they fought
When loud echoes can be heard
When Out goes the light
Their mood will ignite

Never do they get tired
For they think its fun
They think its all right
To always have a Midnight Fight


-----"The Negative Side Of Wrong Jokes"-----

I made jokes
That noone ever laughed at
They always got angry
For my jokes they hated me

I laughed at my own jokes
I loved them all even cuz theyre funny
I loved them,but for the people they were wrong
But not for long

Soon something usual happened
I died happy
Yes I passed away
In the people's heart I told my jokes to stay

My jokes did stay in their hearts
Darn right they did
But not the way I expected it to be
Cuz now the people used my jokes on me

Now I understand
And now I can feel
What the people felt
Bout the jokes of mine that made their heart melt

I cried and cried
And stared at the beautiful skies
Felt sorry for me,myself,and I
To make such jokes again,never will I try

Exactly
I know their work might suck
But lets not be mean and say "Hey guess what that SUCKS!"
Just keep your comments to yourself
U know what i mean?
I'm not a person who likes to criticize people
Oh and M uhh i dont care if u do what i suggest
I just said that it would be better to know what it means
So u know when people say ur tactful u would know u did something bad
One more thing i did not attack
I defended those being Attacked
Just think for a moment
If they said ur poerty suck
Doesnt that automatically gives u the right to protect urself?
I mean come on
And learn to appreciate
I'll never be proud of a failure
Why?Cuz i never made a failure!
I like all my poems and im proud of them
I did not make for u guys to hate it
I made it so i can show something great that I did
We all expect for people to say that our poems r great
For me there are only two adjectives for Poems
GREAT AND BETTER!!!
NO Failures At All
This Site is for UNITING And APPRECIATING
Not for HATING or CRITICIZING
Something we call community
So i suggest lets cut this conversation out
And get back to the topic
IF anybody sees this as an attack then I am sorry
Aw, cmon Vincent. You know perfectly well I'm a failure when I try to make a poem.

Iz because u think u suck
not like me
im proud of all things i do
u think ur a failure
no1's stoppin u from thinkin that
its ur problem to fix
were just here to appreciate ur work
if u really think that then think urself as that
my advice for u is
Wake up saying proudly
I'm the best!

Iz because u think u suck
not like me
im proud of all things i do
u think ur a failure
no1's stoppin u from thinkin that
its ur problem to fix
were just here to appreciate ur work
if u really think that then think urself as that
my advice for u is
Wake up saying proudly
I'm the best!
You say I'm a failure
So I believed you
But still I tried to make poetry
I made you check it
And you said it sucked
So I believed you
I tried my best
But still it sucked
I kept trying
Until I finally gave up
Because you never encouraged me
To write poetry
I never felt confident about my poems
I never actually thought that they were poems
Because not a word rhymed
I just made them to get out what I felt inside
I made them to make myself feel better
And here I am typing like how you do

NOTE: That ain't a poem.

When you wrote ' that ain't a poem',
I thought to myself,
It does seem like one and
at least, without short forms.

A poem doesn't have to rhyme,
I can't believe no one told you.
Especially the person that kept putting you down,
Insisting that your poetry damage the art,
Checking your poem but making mistakes himself.
Alas, it is sad how unconfident you are.

I grinned to myself,
wrote a simple poem in this style.
Maybe to prove a point
that it can be written any way,
any how,
Up

or

down.
Left or Right.

So you see, write more poems,
they are mightly fine.
And if anyone criticise your work.
Give them a bright smile and....

PUNCH THEM IN THEIR FACE SAYING " DAMN F*****! SHUT UP IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO APPRECIATE IT!"

Kike's Owner, I agree with meim, it does seem like a poem; and he's right about poems not having to rhyme, too.

There are some things in that "text" that you do well, and that make a poem a good poem:

1. Rhythm: Your poem has a nice free-flowing rhythm. It does not have a specific metre (daDam daDam daDam or Dam da da Dam da da...), but that doesn't matter, because scholars who study poetry have a name for the lack of a specific metre: "Free Verse" (you can google the term if you like).

Anyway, my point is: your poem is easy to read out loud, and you put the accents on the proper syllables. Well done.

2. Line structure: You break up lines at the appropriate places, and you usually have the most important words at the end of a line. This makes it easy to follow what a poem is about and which words you consider important.

3. Word choice: You are consistent in the words you use; you're not arbitrarily mixing "normal" words and "fancy" words. You're using simple, yet effective words throughout the poem. This makes for an "authentic voice", which means that it's easy for a reader to feel what the poet felt. We're not thrown off by out-of-place words.

4. Overall Structure: The first 10 lines are "telling what happened", and the next 7 lines explain, while the final line is the conclusion (and a brilliant one, at that; because - whether you realise it or not - that's what poets do; they write.) Suggestion, you may consider inserting a blank line after the first 10 lines to emphasise this structure. I'm not sure that would work, you'd have to try it out and see how it looks. :)

So, you see, I can talk about your "text", as if it was a poem, and a good one at that. Couldn't that mean that your text is, really, a poem? ^_^

Kike's Owner, I agree with meim, it does seem like a poem; and he's right about poems not having to rhyme, too.

So, you see, I can talk about your "text", as if it was a poem, and a good one at that. Couldn't that mean that your text is, really, a poem? ^_^
It doesn't. It's good? *reads poem* Hmm..then again, it does kinda sound good. Perhaps it is a poem.



A poem doesn't have to rhyme,
I can't believe no one told you.
Especially the person that kept putting you down,
Insisting that your poetry damage the art,
Checking your poem but making mistakes himself.
Alas, it is sad how unconfident you are.


So you see, write more poems,
they are mightly fine.
And if anyone criticise your work.
Give them a bright smile and....

PUNCH THEM IN THEIR FACE SAYING " DAMN F*****! SHUT UP IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO APPRECIATE IT!"
Well, the person whom I know that might know that is the only person who knows about petry and he never told me a thing about it. I'll write more poems. LOL, that ain't a bad idea.

You say I'm a failure
So I believed you
But still I tried to make poetry
I made you check it
And you said it sucked
So I believed you
I tried my best
But still it sucked
I kept trying
Until I finally gave up
Because you never encouraged me
To write poetry
I never felt confident about my poems
I never actually thought that they were poems
Because not a word rhymed
I just made them to get out what I felt inside
I made them to make myself feel better
And here I am typing like how you do

NOTE: That ain't a poem.

I told u
u made great poems
but there is a room for improvement
u never wanted to open that room yet
so there u r
thinking u suck
and i told u think ur a failure
then u r a failure
im not here to discourage u
im here to help u improve
Ive always encouraged u
i even told u
it might be better like this
it might be better like thaT
u do not do ur poems like mine
a poetry is not used to make
just to say stuff in a rhyming way
its used to express feelings or
describe a place or something
yeah its used to describe and express
or create an image to some1's mind
u think giving ur best is not good enough
is that y u think u suck?
if i thought my best was not good enough
i would strive to do even better

I told u
u made great poems
but there is a room for improvement
u never wanted to open that room yet
so there u r
thinking u suck
and i told u think ur a failure
then u r a failure
im not here to discourage u
im here to help u improve
Ive always encouraged u
i even told u
it might be better like this
it might be better like thaT
u do not do ur poems like mine
a poetry is not used to make
just to say stuff in a rhyming way
its used to express feelings or
describe a place or something
yeah its used to describe and express
or create an image to some1's mind
u think giving ur best is not good enough
is that y u think u suck?
if i thought my best was not good enough
i would strive to do even better
YOU NEVER ENCOURAGED ME! So don't be saying that you always do. You actually told me not to even bother making poems cuz I know that I suck. Don't deny it! You know you said that!

Like they said, they dun have 2 rhyme.

The Silence
By Deathraider

The Silence, broken only by the wind
which swells and ebbs, comes and goes like the tide,
Yet it is that parched wind which dries my tears.
It is the only thing I hear as I run the long winding way.

That angry shout, those mad eyes,
Two weapons, one Silent clash,
a blinding flash--
one dead, one running...

Again a flash as I return to my body,
which Silently convulses with irrepressible emotion.
As I stumble, in agony of my entire soul,
I no longer feel my feet touching the ground.

This dreadful night, A brother dead,
With blood on my hands and pain in my head,
The Silence of the empty way
Crescendos to a deafening roar.

That angry shout, those mad eyes,
Two weapons, one Silent clash,
A blinding flash--
One dead, one running...

My life, a mirage, the Silence broken not by the wind,
Now no more pain,
Yet lasting torment,
Running evermore a road that leads to Inferno…

To the slumbering night, for it echos outward her young cheeks rest upon the honey of life; rippling the contoured torrents. Gentle pleats trace down her body, the clothing creating an extraneous skin that seems so natural, so pure, that the simple touch would invoke feelings of a pure euphoria--a nostalgic of the sweetest sour; bitter yet truly sweet; a sour, but filling; like the wind that flows through her hair. Oh! the hair that archs and contrails the gentle and slinder body that could be but a twig on a tree, dancing about, looming over the watcher as he lookes up to it; brittle yet still holding the sickingly sweet fruit of desire, thrise tempting the plucker. A fruit in ones eyes that ends in the deeper pools of black, but not just a black, but of a deeper shade that is yet visible; yet it is plain as day as she lay there, smiling gently, tickling the pillow to a deeper slumber, that she is pure as the holy white.

One of my prose style writings (another form of poetry; of which I like much!) I posted earlier. Noting the points of poetry most commonly protrayed, Kike's Owner, this doesn't even have line seperation or any form of rhythm--like dawnstorm mentioned earlier. It's strictly designed to illustrate a perspective to a reader.

The Silence
By Deathraider

The Silence, broken only by the wind
which swells and ebbs, comes and goes like the tide,
Yet it is that parched wind which dries my tears.
It is the only thing I hear as I run the long winding way.

That angry shout, those mad eyes,
Two weapons, one Silent clash,
a blinding flash--
one dead, one running...

Again a flash as I return to my body,
which Silently convulses with irrepressible emotion.
As I stumble, in agony of my entire soul,
I no longer feel my feet touching the ground.

This dreadful night, A brother dead,
With blood on my hands and pain in my head,
The Silence of the empty way
Crescendos to a deafening roar.

That angry shout, those mad eyes,
Two weapons, one Silent clash,
A blinding flash--
One dead, one running...

My life, a mirage, the Silence broken not by the wind,
Now no more pain,
Yet lasting torment,
Running evermore a road that leads to Inferno…
That's a nice poem. :)

Thank you!

My poetry isn't very good, and all of it is kinda old since I quit writing. But here..

Dream The Pain Away


Lost inside myself again,
In a dream,
where I can finally pretend..
That the world isn't as bad as it is now,
that someday, we may be saved somehow.
But at the moment I'm in my own little dream,
Where I keep myself from insanity.
I hide in the depths of my dark cold room,
dreaming away,
and hoping it'll get better soon.

I dream away the minutes and hours,
dreaming of beautiful scenes and fields of flowers.
Trying to escape the misery,
that all of them have brought to me.
This is my way of escaping life,
for I've not the strength to comite suicide.
Though I know my little dream will never come true,
I remain in here, in my dark cold room.

Just dreaming myself away,
throughout the nights and days,
throughout the minutes and hours,
dreaming of fields of flowers.
Hiding within myself again,
knowing I can now escape the pain,
and slip into my own little world,
where my happieness will always be sure.

Lost inside myself again,
In a dream,
where I can finally pretend..
That the world isn't as bad as it is now,
that someday, we may be saved somehow.
But at the moment I'm in my own little dream,
Where I keep myself from insanity.
I hide in the depths of my dark cold room,
dreaming away,
and hoping it'll get better soon.
------------------------------

From Grey To Black

I walk outside my house,
outside the door,
getting ready,
to become a wanderer.
Just getting out,
to see what it's like,
to see the real world,
and finally decide,
whether it's really worth it or not.

I stare down the street,
there's no color, it's all grey.
I begin to wonder all around,
waiting till it's day.
Everythings silent, there's no sound,
so I walk and try not to disturb, the silence around me,
hoping that I'll never be found.

I walk down town, and there are now people,
I see their lips moving.
But I don't hear anything.
The cars are zooming by me,
some stray dog's walking beside me,
And I begin to wonder, do they even care?
How somethings not right.. Or is it just me?
Me and my tendancy to be unhappy..
But suddenly, there's a boom,
and all grey turns to black,
for a little boy.
That was shot by the street,
caught in a gang war.
I wonder if they know..
Why this is happening to this world.

So now grey turns to black,
for a little boy, and his mom,
who had lost him while she was taking him to the mall.
And now she's gotta live with the pain that was caused,
by some people with guns,
and all of the flaws,
that I see in this world, I don't know if they see it.
Or maybe they do, maybe they're trying to ignore it.

As grey turns to black,
for some kid who was wandering,
away from his mom.
But who could blame him?
He was just a little kid.
Who wanted to get around,
just like I did.

I turn back,
from the world around me, so silent.
But I freeze, within myself,
it's gotten to me, the violence.
And I don't know how to react,
I don't think anyone does,
when your world goes straight,
from grey,
to black.

Those are............
WHOAAAAA!!!!
I mean WHOA!!!!
Great job kid

My poetry isn't very good, and all of it is kinda old since I quit writing. But here..

Dream The Pain Away


Lost inside myself again,
In a dream,
where I can finally pretend..
That the world isn't as bad as it is now,
that someday, we may be saved somehow.
But at the moment I'm in my own little dream,
Where I keep myself from insanity.
I hide in the depths of my dark cold room,
dreaming away,
and hoping it'll get better soon.

I dream away the minutes and hours,
dreaming of beautiful scenes and fields of flowers.
Trying to escape the misery,
that all of them have brought to me.
This is my way of escaping life,
for I've not the strength to comite suicide.
Though I know my little dream will never come true,
I remain in here, in my dark cold room.

Just dreaming myself away,
throughout the nights and days,
throughout the minutes and hours,
dreaming of fields of flowers.
Hiding within myself again,
knowing I can now escape the pain,
and slip into my own little world,
where my happieness will always be sure.

Lost inside myself again,
In a dream,
where I can finally pretend..
That the world isn't as bad as it is now,
that someday, we may be saved somehow.
But at the moment I'm in my own little dream,
Where I keep myself from insanity.
I hide in the depths of my dark cold room,
dreaming away,
and hoping it'll get better soon.
------------------------------

From Grey To Black

I walk outside my house,
outside the door,
getting ready,
to become a wanderer.
Just getting out,
to see what it's like,
to see the real world,
and finally decide,
whether it's really worth it or not.

I stare down the street,
there's no color, it's all grey.
I begin to wonder all around,
waiting till it's day.
Everythings silent, there's no sound,
so I walk and try not to disturb, the silence around me,
hoping that I'll never be found.

I walk down town, and there are now people,
I see their lips moving.
But I don't hear anything.
The cars are zooming by me,
some stray dog's walking beside me,
And I begin to wonder, do they even care?
How somethings not right.. Or is it just me?
Me and my tendancy to be unhappy..
But suddenly, there's a boom,
and all grey turns to black,
for a little boy.
That was shot by the street,
caught in a gang war.
I wonder if they know..
Why this is happening to this world.

So now grey turns to black,
for a little boy, and his mom,
who had lost him while she was taking him to the mall.
And now she's gotta live with the pain that was caused,
by some people with guns,
and all of the flaws,
that I see in this world, I don't know if they see it.
Or maybe they do, maybe they're trying to ignore it.

As grey turns to black,
for some kid who was wandering,
away from his mom.
But who could blame him?
He was just a little kid.
Who wanted to get around,
just like I did.

I turn back,
from the world around me, so silent.
But I freeze, within myself,
it's gotten to me, the violence.
And I don't know how to react,
I don't think anyone does,
when your world goes straight,
from grey,
to black.
Dude...that's long but good.

Here are some of mine. The last three are just my simaphor (simile-metaphor) poems. I was bored during Math class so I just wrote anything.

"Love for Friendship"

I loved you
Ever since we met
And became friends
Yet I never told You
Because I was scared
Scared that if I told you
Our friendship will fade away and die
And that you'd avoid me
I don't want that to happen

If I have to sacrifice my love for you
In exchange for our friendship
I will sacrifice it
For I treasure our friendship
More than anything else in the world
And I don't want to lose it
-------------------------------------
"Love"
As great as all the heroes put together
As beautiful as Helen of Troy
A challenging world
A dazzling palace
Love
----------------------------------------
"Meadow"
As fragrant as perfume
As relaxing as a massage
A lazy world
A colorful picture
Meadow
-------------------------------
"Samgel (my brother)" *
As stupid as some rich people
As ugly as a duck
A conceited suck-up
A big fat liar
Samgel
--------------------------------
*= Hey, I was bored, okay?!

Your work is great, Zikiru. I wonder why are dark and morbid themes always more poignant than the nice sweet ones?

Thanks for the comments. I appreciate it. :)



Your work is great, Zikiru. I wonder why are dark and morbid themes always more poignant than the nice sweet ones?


I think that dark poetry is often more memorable than happy poetry because the feeling of depression is very strong and the writer uses those feelings to create a strong poem. Of course though, happy poetry can be just as memorable, it depends on the writer. :)

Look Through Their Eyes

Just for a moment, think about the lives,
of people around the world, try to see it through their eyes.
Just for a moment, put the whole world on your shoulders,
you'll see how the darkness just pulls you closer, and closer.

Think about how right now, there's a kid crying,
because her dad's in war, and he's dying,
laying on the ground, he was shot in the chest,
now he's just waiting for a moment in which he can rest.
Think about how right now, there's someone searching in the trash,
just for a bite to eat, but it's hopeless because soon his life is gonna end in a flash,
of bright light. But it was probably better for this guy,
it'd feel better for him if he were just to die.
Let's tone it down. Right now there's a kid in his room,
crying, locked away, he feels like he's doomed,
his parents are getting a divorce and his whole life seems goes out in the bang,
of a gun that he used because he couldn't live with the pain.

There's a small sample of people's lives,
try to see it through there eyes,
that was just a small part of the world on your shoulders.
Are you ready for the darkness to pull you even closer?

Someone found true love, he found her and made her his wife,
but one day he came home, and all he saw was a bloody knife,
on the ground, next to his love, he knew it was a murderer,
he couldn't understand why someone would want to hurt her.
So this man is shaken, but he tries calling the cops,
the meaning in his life has ended, but he still has hope,
that they will be able to fight the evil, and catch the murderer,
he tries to stay optimistic as his sanity strays even further.
Meanwhile he tries to let the cops figure out the case,
he sits at home hoping he'll be safe,
from the evil in the world that he can finally see,
so he searches for a single moment of glee.
But a year has gone by and no one has an idea who got his wife,
this man has gone crazy, so he decides to end his life.
He escapes from the world that has been bestowed upon him,
a flash of light, he lost the fight, and waits for his world to go dim.

That was a small sample of some people's lives,
I hope by now you can see it through their eyes,
but still, that was a small part of the world on your shoulders.
You should prepare for the darkness to pull you even closer.

Thanks for the comments. I appreciate it. :)





I think that dark poetry is often more memorable than happy poetry because the feeling of depression is very strong and the writer uses those feelings to create a strong poem. Of course though, happy poetry can be just as memorable, it depends on the writer. :)

Look Through Their Eyes

Just for a moment, think about the lives,
of people around the world, try to see it through their eyes.
Just for a moment, put the whole world on your shoulders,
you'll see how the darkness just pulls you closer, and closer.

Think about how right now, there's a kid crying,
because her dad's in war, and he's dying,
laying on the ground, he was shot in the chest,
now he's just waiting for a moment in which he can rest.
Think about how right now, there's someone searching in the trash,
just for a bite to eat, but it's hopeless because soon his life is gonna end in a flash,
of bright light. But it was probably better for this guy,
it'd feel better for him if he were just to die.
Let's tone it down. Right now there's a kid in his room,
crying, locked away, he feels like he's doomed,
his parents are getting a divorce and his whole life seems goes out in the bang,
of a gun that he used because he couldn't live with the pain.

There's a small sample of people's lives,
try to see it through there eyes,
that was just a small part of the world on your shoulders.
Are you ready for the darkness to pull you even closer?

Someone found true love, he found her and made her his wife,
but one day he came home, and all he saw was a bloody knife,
on the ground, next to his love, he knew it was a murderer,
he couldn't understand why someone would want to hurt her.
So this man is shaken, but he tries calling the cops,
the meaning in his life has ended, but he still has hope,
that they will be able to fight the evil, and catch the murderer,
he tries to stay optimistic as his sanity strays even further.
Meanwhile he tries to let the cops figure out the case,
he sits at home hoping he'll be safe,
from the evil in the world that he can finally see,
so he searches for a single moment of glee.
But a year has gone by and no one has an idea who got his wife,
this man has gone crazy, so he decides to end his life.
He escapes from the world that has been bestowed upon him,
a flash of light, he lost the fight, and waits for his world to go dim.

That was a small sample of some people's lives,
I hope by now you can see it through their eyes,
but still, that was a small part of the world on your shoulders.
You should prepare for the darkness to pull you even closer.
They are more memorable. Good poem. :)

Thanks. :)

Dead Boy Writing

You see a kid, about the age of nine,
writing and writing, every word every line.
Trying to escape the pain that none of his friends can see,
the pain that most people hide so carelessly.
He writes until he feels that he's said,
all that he needs to, this boy, half dead,
writes for the sake of his parents, and all of his friends.
He knows they wouldn't want his life to end.

Let me give you an insight of this kid's life,
because this kid shows some feeling, you may be surprised,
reading the words that he writes, off of the top of his head,
writing so he doesn't end up dead.
His parents suck, heck most do nowadays,
they fight at night, while the boy lays awake,
hearing their cruel words, making him tremble,
knowing that their marriage, the life he once knew, has ended.
He awaits the day where he'll have to go,
with his mom or his dad, but both have sunk so low.

So this kid stays here writing, every word every line,
writing about the pain, about the every day life,
that he has to go through, suffering the pain,
parents fighting and hurting, again and again.

Now let's look at his school,
he has a few friends,
one or two, here or there, but really, in the end,
they're just more strangers, and he must push away,
but he keeps them close just so he can make it through the day.
The taunting every day from the bullies at school,
though inside he knows that they're just fools,
it still hurts, he can't deny that it does.
A kid that age does need a little love..
But all he sees is the fighting, the war,
between his parents, between the world,
so he does this once more..
He sits down, writing every word every line,
wishing that he could say it'll be all fine.

This kid is upset, as his mom approaches him,
to tell him that daddy is gone, his life seems to go dim.
So now he cries away the night, and suffers through the day,
because writing doesn't make it okay,
for all of this to happen, to a little kid at age nine,
it's a pity, really, this little kid was real nice.
But all that had to end, because he was sick of it all,
so he did something not most little kids do, he cut himself, watched the blood fall,
onto the ground, then he fell, waiting for the lights to dim.
So here ends the life, of a boy, now dead,
who wrote every word, every line, but ended up killing himself instead.

I almost fell asleep reading it because every poem is the same nowadays, but that's hardly your fault. I mean same subject, by the way... ;)

Good job writing it, though. It came out nice. :)

I almost fell asleep reading it because every poem is the same nowadays, but that's hardly your fault. I mean same subject, by the way... ;)

Good job writing it, though. It came out nice. :)


Not necesarily all the same subject, but the same feeling or mood, I think. I don't blame you, I love reading poetry but when I search for poetry online it's always the same stuff, I barely ever get to read a poem that I actually find unique.

I woulda made my poetry more unique but considering I wrote more for myself than others I think I woulda rather got my feelings out and have it be a crappy poem than get absolutely no feeling out and have people love it.

Thanks for the comment.

This poem was the last poem I ever made, I think. Though I may be wrong. I don't think this came out very good..but oh well. 'Tis called The Waiting Game


It never ends, the waiting game.
The clock never stops, the waiting game.
Time goes on forever, the waiting game.
When will this horrid game end?

The waiting game is filled with tears,
from waiting and waiting, all those years.
The waiting game, is full of shame.
But we still try and bare playing the waiting game,
the waiting game.
The waiting game.

Waiting and waiting, watching people walk by,
you're waiting and waiting but you don't even know why.
Why it had to be this way, it didn't have to happen,
there's nothing you can do, like watching a kid being kidnappen.

People are forced to play the waiting game,
for every adult and kid, the game is the same.
Just waiting and waiting hours and days,
after waiting and waiting, you're trapped in a daze.

Are you not tired of playing this game?
This horrid game, called the waiting game?
You hide your face and play forever,
the waiting game, the waiting game.

The first of the simplicity series. Poems in my own style.


I'm just as stupid as everyone else.
I'm not perfect.
Asshole.

@ Zikiru: AWESOME poetry! *thumbs up*

@ Zikiru: AWESOME poetry! *thumbs up*


Thanks. ;)

Not necesarily all the same subject, but the same feeling or mood, I think. I don't blame you, I love reading poetry but when I search for poetry online it's always the same stuff, I barely ever get to read a poem that I actually find unique.


I think that some of the ideas are the same because they have yet to be heard and acted upon, and especially solved. Especially the dark truths that I see featured in your poems are sources of unrest for the people who actually see them. I think all you need to do to realize what I'm talking about is read Zikiru's "From Grey to Black."

When you look at me
What do you see?
Am I just a leaf among the leaves?
Am I a nobody?

When I look in your eyes
I dont see a speck of truth
I can only find your lies
So how can I believe?

How can I believe what you say?
That you love me
My heart is already shattered
Do you want to break it more?

My love for you is almost gone
I hang on to it because of hope
This thread of light
In the deep dark gloom of my heart

Do I have to let it go
For you to realise
You have lost the jewel
The precious gem of my heart
Given it up to the gloom
And damned me to despair

@ Zikiru: Nice poems. I especially liked the one about the 9 year old boy.

@Sunny Kimiko: Nice poem too.

"People Need Friends"

People need friends
To help them get through the day
People need friends
So that they can tell them
What they can't seem to tell no one else
People need friends
To run to
When they can't run anywhere else
People need friends
For company
People need friends
For happier lives
People need friends
To help them make the right decisions

People need friends
That are honest and loyal
People need friends
That are willing to help
People need friends
That understands what they feel
People need friends
That are caring and true
People need friends
That will not make them
Make the wrong choices

People need friends
As many as they can handle
Some has a few
Some has too many
And some doesn't have any at all
Some wants more
Some wants less
And some doesn't want any at all

P.S.
I was so sure I put more to that poem but I can't seem to remember what it was that I put.