Mia love that one, and i wrote my first one in english hope you like it.. untiteld: I fly high in the sky, looking down on the world. Its so strange what I see, it isn’t the world i am living in. It’s different, with so many different people. They look nice and not scary. What happens to me? Why am i a flying and seeing the world like this. Is it me changing or does the world change.. I don’t know but it looks more beautiful than before. I start to love it on a strange way.. The fear is fading away just like the darkness. I’m seeing the light and the beauty of the nature again. And I feel a smile on my face with a tear. I’m flying into a new world with my emotions and like it. It’s a wonderful place to be, I don’t want to leave. It’s a new part of my life and future. I’m flying high in the sky..
^^Woah, I love that! Hehe, I have a weird poem that...isn't that good, haha. No one really knows her, No one really sees What she's driven to do Every night... They all make fun of her They all call her names But they're just to immature To understand She trys to forget Trys to let it go But she's somehow forced Into remembering She loses control everynight And picks up that razorblade And takes it to her wrists Just to try and forget She hides the scars with her bracletts And hides the pain behind her smile So no one will ever know What really goes on...
How come this thread is being neglected? There's some very talented people around, why are there so little of you willing to share? Or comment for that matter... Speaking of which: Great writing, all of the above. I love reading laymen poetry. It's so honest and from the heart. Please, if any of you write, post it here. Ok, so here is something I came up with when I woke up sleep-deprived and hanging onto my morning tea for dear life ~~~ On the bottom of my teacup My eyes reflect And I detect Something I have never known In the distortion Of melted sugar and milk Bringing thoughts of you In the ordinary Of plain white china Is a picture of you In the eyes of me
In silence I long In silence I long for Everytime you see me And you say "hi" down the hall In silence I long for Everytime you smile at me And for a second I can smile back In silence I long for Everytime you pass me by So I can watch you walk In silence I long for To be closer than I can ever be But close enough to smell your perfume In silence I long for You weren't what you are And I wasn't what I am In silence I long for You
Hre are two that I recently made a few days ago. One of my sadder days I've had in a while: I HATE YOU. I hate you for loving me for giving yourself the chance to love me for making me cry for telling me i would never find anybody like you again -someone who was "true" -someone who'd have my "back" -someone who'd "die" for me. true - to con me back - so you could stab it die - you already are too me i think about you once in a while when i listen to songs we made when i see a t T.V show i realize now that you took an essence from me something i will never get back and for that i hate you. UNTITLED I haven't experience much in my life. But when I look back two years, I was running away from myself I experiemented with alcohol and drugs I began smoking I stayed out late - and went to the beach I kissed guys I didn't know I lied I betrayed I hid I tried too "be cool" I cried I got hurt I did stupid things I wondered why I was here And I still do, But I realize now I had no choice.
Baha! I haven't posted in this thread in a very long time. But I'm part of some weirdo writing club at my University, and we were given some words we had to write a poem with, and this is the poem I came up with: I will always remember the silence of the room When you had left us all No words were spoken from anybody Just diamond tears falling from our eyes Family and friends surrounded you Holding your hand tight Even though there was no life left in you We all knew it was going to happen We all worried about it too But it was still so hard to watch you go Because we all loved you. And things changed around the house The food you always ate never got eaten The birds and ducks you fed never got fed We all had good days and bad days Some days were filled with tears that fell like rain And other days were filled with soft fire in our eyes With you gone things are a little weird But the things you saw, we still see The blue water still reflects like glass The canaries still sit in your favorite tree The school children still laugh as they play Your least favorite cat still purrs And your favorite cat still doesn’t purr They say we will begin to forget you But I don’t think we will Your memory is everywhere we go You’re like the air You’re always around So I don’t think we can forget you And I know we never will
^ That's really pretty, CW I wrote this some time ago, and quite frankly, I don't really know what it is, I was just fooling around in one of my notebooks late at night :lol: I have too much free-time. I guess I just wanted to write something from a totally different person's POV, a character, if you will. --- Hitting the club again on New Year's Eve I look happy but with our eyes we all deceive Throw on your leather coats and fur hats It's just another rat on your back The rest of them are starting to feel randy But as for me I need a little more brandy "Miss may I buy you another drink? A Bacardi?" Don't play dumb, I just saw that Roofie Now I'm walking down the street My clothes are dirty and my breath reeks of that damned liquor at the bar I come to wonder how I've even gotten this far There's a man getting mugged a few blocks over But I don't give a damn; I'm not sober And I stumble and stutter and slur my words Because the world's always spinning and it's just another blur I wake up in a blank hotel room My eyes have bags like some sign of impending doom It doesn't take much to realize I'm hungover But what do I care, I know I'm not four-leaf clover. I check the messages on my machine Momma called again, this makes call number fifteen She's wondering where I am and will I please call her sometime With a smile I lie and tell her I just can't spare the time I buy my lunch with my stripper tips The boys were going wild for these hips Making my body remind me that now I'm sore Daddy always did say I was a whore Now I'm walking down the street with barely any shoes on my feet But I don't care and as I turn I see the whold world's just another blur.
quoth_the_raven & CW I really liked them Here's another from me. Written it a few months back when I was still with my (now ex) girlfriend but fell in love with someone else She could be my someone Fow how long deceit can last But when does betrayal become a sin? For I can never touch her Held back by my promiss Held back by my own beliefs But so lost in her eyes Confusion creeped into my heart Filled all the space with darkness Smuttering all the brightness Covering my body with scars Her smile can make me bleed No knife cuts deeper than her eyes And no wounds bleed harder Than the ones she lets me make Bleeding for the desire to hold What can never be mine She could be my someone My someone I already have She can be my someone Who makes it all so different Changing all that's old Changing all that's new Her eyes can make me bleed And I bleed so hard From endless cuts in my skin She can be my someone Someone I already have But never had
Hi y'all im new to this thread and I read on the first page in here we also share our fave poems. So i thought i might just tell ya my fave and later when I find the book with poems I wrote almost 6 years ago ill post them but for now ill just leave ya with my fave. Alot of my favorite poems are about love and the animal world this is my all time favorite poem,I memorized it the first time I read it. Be Like The Bird Victor Hugo Be like the bird, who Halting in his flight On limb too slight Feels it give way beneath him, Yet sings, Knowing he hath wings.
I wrote two small poems last night.. sice I felt (and still feel) messed up When final hope has died only emptiness remains. The past has been erased only to leave a shattered future. Broken pieces of a heart crushed to ashes by hate Faded into a meaningless nothing In sadness holding on to hope is just not enough. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lost in endless dreams Hidden behind bars Locked up in a cage Left to die in loneliness Killing tears burn my skin Voices whisper inside my head Afraid to face the outside world They tell me I'm insane This dream is my reality
SaraSidle_girl I like your poems. You can feel your emotion through them. I can, anyway. ------ This is one I wrote a bit ago. I WONDER Walking down the street I see a guy with dirty hair, and dirty boots I wonder if he has ever seen a day of happiness in his life I wonder if he has ever had a child, or if that child still loves him I wonder where is spouse is, or if he's ever felt love The kind of love you, and I have felt once upon a time I wonder if he has a home, or if he sleeps under that box beside him I wonder if he dances in the rain, or he doesn't notice as the tears fall from his eyes I wonder how he spends those dimes, and nickels- that get thrown into his dirt filled hat Walking down the street with my eight year old cousin, I tell her "Only throw ten cents in there, hun- we don't know how spends his money" She smiles at me, she knows what I'm talking about Does he spend on the "D-Word" she asks me? I tell her I don't know We continue walking, and we keep looking at each other I wonder if this man has ever had a family to look at, the way we looked at each other I wonder if he's happy the way he is I wonder what bus he will take and I wonder if he's ever been to the hospital Walking down the street today, I didn't see this man I wondered what happened to him Did he die? Did he cry? Did it hurt? Did he re-locate to the street behind us? I saw on the news this morning "John Doe, 39 years old murdered in a gun fight" I realized that this man had a fearless soul, for everytime I walked down that street We'd make eye-contact The kind where you feel you've seen this man before The kind where you feel you know this man And I wondered, Does he know where he is? Does he feel love where he is? Does he have animals where he lives? I wonder no longer, for each person passing by- I know they are where they are- because they chose it. And when they die, we go to the same place. And when I walk up the stairway to heaven, I wonder if he will greet me, for I won't have a nickel to spare, I will this time, hold his hand and tell him I'm glad he's okay. For, every moment I saw him- I knew I'd see him again.
I've read some of the poems you've written guys. They're all very good. Here's something I wrote for an activity in class. My teacher said we should write something about typewriter and i ended up making a love story. It's not really good but I got good grades. The Typewriter My fingers were still frozen on the keys Nothing in my mind, nothing I could squeeze Looking for words that I could put on paper Words that could make two people fall for each other. As I thought of something to type The machine went wrong, something wasn’t right My first typewriter stopped working It must be fixed before my idea started leaving In a repair shop was where I went Leaving the machine then I left I just love walking home Enjoyed the moment of being alone At home, I jotted my work with paper and pen Then I heard a knock and a voice of a man I opened the door and there I found A man so perfect that my heart began to pound “I fixed the machine” he kindly said His sweet voice I couldn’t take out of my head Can this be the idea I am thinking of Or is it just I am in love?
This is for my baby, wrote it this morning when she was still asleep ~Six Months - Aniversary Poem~ Half a year and still you’re here I can’t believe it’s true You still want me, you still love me The way that I love you Six long months that felt quite short I’d swear it were just five But seeing just how well they went I’ll keep you all my life It feels so weird and yet so right The way we played this out We have a cat who’s beautiful We’re family and proud Each morning I wake next to you I’m happy as can be To know how much I mean to you Feels warm and safe and free I hope that we, for times to come Will make it through this life And on this day, some years from now You’ll lie here as my wife