Great, I thought I could only post fanfic poetry here! I love writing poems, mainly to express things I need to say but can't say aloud, and sometimes just because the words came into my mind. So here are some of my poems: Melancholic Burn the Evidence Burn the evidence of my existence Spread my ashes down the pale white cliffs Sweet surrender to the fierce force of the bitter wind Prey of the tossing water far below Follow the tumbling pieces with your eyes See me vanish at the horizon And say goodbye for one last time Nature's force will finally take me Somewhere I'd never thought I'd go So turn around and walk away From where my journey started one last time... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sad Lonesome all the same I can’t explain why I just don‘t Confide in anyone I know You’ve never done me any harm It’s just my fear I cannot show I try so hard to trust in you But my efforts are all in vain On the outside I seem perfect But inside I go insane All the pain and all this suffering I just don’t want to feel no more And after all the desperate nights I made a promise and I swore I swore to never in my life Depend on anyone but me It worked alright, that’s what I thought But now I see the misery You’re all around me and you’re smiling I laugh at you, I hear my name But even though I’m not alone I’m lonesome all the same
Thoese poems are both pretty, Sandle. I really like the way you capture the mood with your words. Please share more. Same goes for everyone else who comes here, I'd hate for the thread to get lost again
Thanks MiaCharlize! I really like your poem, not only because of the context but also because of the perfect style. You want more, you'll get it! I prefer my German poems, but there are some English ones I like, too, so here are some more: another sad one A cold Winter’s Night The cold wind is blowing Freezing my face My skin is like ice Crystals frozen on the surface Darkness embraces me I’m kissed by the night Walk down the road No lights to guide the way I don’t know where I’m going Or where I come from The warmth has been captured Behind the windows far away I used to reach for it Now the longing is gone Replaced by indifference Towards all that I’ve known It’s senseless It’s not worth the tears So I don’t cry I don’t scream As I stand here alone ~~~~~~~ political Mission accomplished? We aren’t the ones who may decide About what is wrong or right We’re told it isn’t our task To doubt and mistrust and to ask But tell me who but us should get The task to doubt and ask instead The ones who only wait and pray Well, those are guilty anyway... ~~~~~~~ no, I wasn't depressed... Maybe Maybe I’m gonna drop myself a line Just to gain some reassurance Just to have someone who understands But as I read the words I realize That even I don’t know me anymore Maybe I should burn the letter Give up contact with this stranger I once knew But maybe one day soon We’ll meet again And won’t be strangers anymore... ~~~~~~~
^^ Those are good I don't think I could write a poem in French yet, even though I've been learning it (albeit very slowly) for four years. Hi, I'm Jenny, b.t.w. Mystical Land Twisted brambles snaring, Sweet innocent souls. Steeling my heart forever, Locked up in tales of old. A knight in shining armour, Mutes the dragon's roar. Shadows whisper secrets, The land destroyed by war. Look into the future, The misty dark unknown. Crippled by the burden, Of all the things I'm shown. Starless nights are calling, Escape is on my mind. Always epic legends, But morals I can't find. The Spider Silence falls, blinding eyes, Spider web catching, Forged in lies. Widow prowls from blood soaked lair, Leave no trace, Prey unaware. Softly, softly, she works alone, Fangs dripping venom, Turned to stone. I've written quite a few poems, my friend 'introduced' me to it, it's a completely different way of expressing myself than anything else, ie. drawing. I really like it, although I totaly need more practice!
Jenny, don't tell me you need more practise, those poems are awesome! Especially the first one, love it! I remember that I tried writing a French poem once, but that was too difficult although I'd been learning it for a few years. It's the same with Spanish. English is the only foreign language I can really use to express myself. (Actually it's even easier to express my feelings in English than in German, don't know why, but it's true...) Here's another one, I think it's a bit strange somehow, the idea came to my mind during an English lesson and I don't know why these words were suddenly in my head, all I knew was that I had to write them down *lol* It's about how sucide shouldn't be last resort... how the hell did this come to my mind?!... Anyways, just read. At the Boundary of Life and Death (A Glimpse at the Other Side) So here we are At the border to the Other Side Just one step away From where you want to go But is this really what you want? It’s up to you, you must decide. Look at the dark, ice-cold water Of the River of Grief It carries the tears that you have cried For all the times that you have lied And makes you stroll along its side Look at the rotten brown leaves Of the Tree of Guilt Each leaf is something you regret Something you never will forget And which will haunt you till you’re dead Look at the black-feathered wings Of the Birds of Despair They’ll never leave, won’t go away They’ll hide above at night and day And wait to make your pains their prey. And now you’re crying, feeling guilty You’re desperate to find something just to ease the pain So leave this place, you don’t belong here, And if you stay here any longer, you will surely go insane Someday you will return for stay And you will see That the River’s run dry The Tree is all green And the black-feathered Birds have flown away.
I feel the exact same way, German just doesn't flow that well I guess... I rarely write in German and if I do it's mostly humorous stuff. True poetry has always been English for me, it just sounds more graceful. Lovely poems by the way, both of you.
Hey, I'm new to this thread but I thought I might share some of my poetry: Secrets Best Kept I found her lost in a bottle of cheap alcohol. And I’ll admit I love love loved her. My best(kept) friend, the one I needed sat prettily on her shelf. I ached to take her down and hold her like I loved her more than she ever loved me. But really I couldn’t love anyone like that. So how can you look at me like you know all my secrets? -------------- Ink I’m scribbling questions to you all over my skin. The tattered remains of you and me running down my arms, the ink spilling onto my hands. This is all I have left to remind me to ask: ‘Do you hate me?’ and ‘Do you regret what happened?’ Because I don’t. And I’m still waiting for your answers. But you say, ‘A kiss is just a kiss is just a kiss.’ I'll leave it at that for now but I write a lot so I might post more another time. You all seem to write decent poetry by the way
Mia: Love your poem, d'uh ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, here are some of mine: Faded How can something so right Sometimes feel so wrong Two people that share A passion so strong How am I ever Supposed to see through This pain will not fade Am I sure I want you? I remember those days When you kissed me with glee Took my hand into yours Said you'd only need me Please tell me what's happened Between me and you Is this all that we'll get Just what did we do? I wish you could see What's happened tonight I've made up my mind Pray my decision is right I know I will never Be able to forget The things we have shared But might I feel regret? I'm sure I will find Someone to replace But no matter what I would still see your face For so long a time I have called upon you To tell me what's right And what not to do Maybe it's time For me to let go Decide for myself Whom to turn to. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She Her voice- liquid silk soothing her pain Her scent- unobtrusively inebriating her senses Her mouth- gently whispering terms of endearment Her body- strength and softness unified as one Her mind- providing a safe heaven amidst her confusion Her eyes- oceans of blue forever catching her fall
Wow...U guys are amazing... I didn't know we had so many poets amongst our midst... Brilliant poems... *I suddenly feel stupid cos i can't really write any poetry myself..Reading it,i excel in..LOL*
Holding on She wanted to run Away from herself Escape her sick mind Find peace someplace else How could she ask Him to never give in When she herself Felt doubts deep within What did she want She just couldn't say Whatever it was It was far far away She knew this wasn't the place For her to be in She had to stay strong Be faithful to him How could she let Him down just like that When she still felt He was all that she had
^^ nice poem Me, the fourteen year old slut The phone rings in the dead of night A call I've been expecting I answer hoping no one got woken It's one of my friends I slip on my mini skirt And tubetop with lace on the bottom Put on red lipstick, blue eyeshadow Check my purse, I've got what I need I sneak down the stairs Open the window and climb out My boyfriend's car is parked out back I crawl in, ask if the beer's still in the back We go to a club, our fake IDs work yet again They say we're 21, not 14 I breathe in the smoky air This is how I like it I light up a cigerette and finish my fifth beer I'm pulled out on the dance floor and start making out with a random chick It's now three AM And we go to meet the dealer I'm getting low on coke, but can't afford more So I take him to the alley and let him do me I don't care as long as I get my high I need it to survive My boyfriend and I go to his car We leave the top down I'm giving my body for the second time tonight I let him sink into me Knowing that if I didn't He would anyways Our music's so loud I'm in a threesome of drunken sex Rolling in the backseat I don't know who's driving And it happened so fast First the lights and then the crash The car collided with another one And everyone was screaming I'm too high to notice That everyone's running That I'm laying next to a dead body I never knew the police were coming They found me in the backseat Of my dead boyfriend's car Laying there naked Grinning up cause I'm so drunk and high Next thing I know I'm in a cell Bars in front of me Walls behind me Unfriendly glares all around me I don't care to think about my parents my sisters All their dissapiontment I don't even think about my poor boyfriend Or where my friends are I don't realise they left me The only thought I have is Damn, I lost my best shoes ----------------------- well i just wrote that so yeah. ohh, and it is not about me in the slightest
Imperfect, that's, umm, interesting Here's one of mine: (More of a sonxtext actually, that's why the meter seems a little weird on first read ) She doesn't know what's right and no, she doesn't doesn't really want to care But the more she, the more she tries to understand it She just knows that certain things will never make sense So she cries, just a little when she lies in bed at night and she dies, on the inside for what more is there to try oh, she cries cries on the inside and she likes to feel the tears dry on her skin Sometimes she wonders Yeah, she wonders wonders what there is to live for But then the darkness, then the darkness comes and takes her in And then she knows that she will never understand So she cries, just a little When she's waiting for another day And she dies on the inside Fof what else is there to try Oh, she cries cries on the inside and she breaks as her tears fall, hitting the ground Oh she cries cries on the inside and she dies all alone
This is kind of long, forgive me. Not right You glanced at me, you smiled, touched my arm, called me sweety, called me your love. you do that to every girl, it's not just me you're thinking of, and you know how I feel, as if it was what you wanted, it was what I wanted, but it's not right. you call her your love, and you touch her arm, you smile towards them, and joke with them, it's not right. I guess life can take a turn, when you meet someone so graceful, so happy and joyous, someone who will make you laugh and smile, if only for that one second, to brighten your day, and make your emotions run wild. it's simply not right. I fall asleep at night, after hearing your voice, and I wonder, why can't it be like this everynight? You won't answer your phone, and you won't talk to me, instead you smile to her, and talk to her, call her babe, and touch her arm, except you make a few bold moves, ones to through jealousy in my face. Don't put your arm around her, and don't touch her hair, don't squeeze her shoulder, please tell me why you started this. i'm not in love, i'm not in lust, i've got a crush, and i feel like a school girl, giggling at the sound of your voice, but why does it feel so good to have you near, when you're only going to vanish again, and touch her, smile, and call her your love. it makes me feel good, and it's not right.
Great work, everyone. Here's another one of mine, just wrote in in class today: Trembling hands, holding you near, Trembling lips, speaking of fear. Your gaze on my hands, on my lips, and I pray, Your gaze on her face, and I know you will stray.
Matches She has small hands like her mother. She stretches them out to remind her. And there in the frozen lake, The reflection of her own face. They weren’t so alike. But in the right light… She left with her mother’s ashes. Ironic words “Don’t play with matches.” Her burnt fingers never learn. All the bad things never burn. Twisting the words Until they are unheard. She had green eyes; her mother’s blue. Wouldn’t see the resemblance unless you knew. And the burn on her right hand, An accident with a frying pan. Understand? You might not. But it’s all that she’s got.