Poetry, Anyone?

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 :p

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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.
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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.

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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.

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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 :D

~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
 
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