I Am A Poet

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    Metaphor She is like a metaphor I described her

    as a simile Explained she is inspiration Like my muse in writings A poem from my lips A feeling from my thoughts Written for others to read A form of grammar in expression As I describe my feelings And wonder if I have it wrong Is she like a metaphor Or is she the metaphor That...
    slimmmerman slimmmerman
    41-45, M
    Oct 8, 2015

    I don't need to get high- original poem by

    Cheyanne Stark I don't need to get high Cuz I'm at my highest when I'm with you. I already float on the top like when oil fights water. The haters push me up as they get deeper and deeper under my skin but really they're only a splinter the size of their hatred which by far is...
    WolfAssassin16 WolfAssassin16
    18-21, F
    1 Response Jun 10, 2015


    Death is the line between shadow and light, The flicker of a candle flame ready to go out. Death is the sweet sick sensation, going upstairs, When you get to the last step but the last step's not there. Yes, here too Is the ugliness of human decay. The stench, the rot, the cold...
    blusongbird blusongbird
    18-21, F
    4 Responses Jan 14, 2012

    I am currently awaiting a reply from a

    reputable publishing house to see if they are going to publish my poetry! Kind of a daunting experience to send my stuff away for someone to either approve or reject my words!
    slimmmerman slimmmerman
    41-45, M
    1 Response Feb 16, 2015

    I get the talent from my dad

    and my dads uncle. Ever since I was young I was rhyming words together making poems. Every occasion like Mother's Day Father's Day, Christmas I was writing poems for my parents and grandparents. Over time I got really freaking good. I could write a good rhyming poem in...
    Cheygirl22 Cheygirl22
    22-25, F
    1 Response Dec 16, 2014

    My Angel Dog

    The angel dog High up in the courts of heaven today a little dog angel waits, with the other angels he will not play, but he sits alone at the gates. "For I know my master will come" says he, "and when he comes he will call for me." The other angels...
    firebird firebird
    18-21, F
    1 Response Jun 26, 2007

    This Is Not A Sonnet

    Your yellowish words,Like puke on my shoes.You have refusedTo let the birdsPeck out the headlinesOn our newspapers.Their appearanceIs like dirty diaper piles'.Do not return.Stick a cactusDown your throat.Let whiskey burnAnd erect usTo sail the Styx boat.
    CarnivorouS CarnivorouS
    3 Responses Nov 7, 2011

    More often than not / we believe what we want

    to believe / instead of believing / the whole story
    deleted deleted
    Jul 21, 2015

    Kitchen sink Tink tink tink tink Goes the

    kitchen sink. Drip splash drip splash Out goes the water lash. Splash gurgle splash gurgle, Spits the water lurgle. Gurgle glap gurgle glap The nut goes blap. Glap sween glap sween The pipes sing Creeky crack creaky crack It all comes crashing down.
    Chibichaos Chibichaos
    31-35, F
    Dec 15, 2014

    THE SON OF TWO OUTLAWS I am the son of a

    father murdered in prison I am alive today Because of the man who put him there I met him as a boy When I was just a small time thief stealing to survive He knew my name And I didn't know why he knew He gave me a sandwich And then just smiled He'd do that from time to time...
    grayday104 grayday104
    26-30, M
    1 Response Aug 26, 2014

    Just a few more steps,

    Why should I go on? Rain mixes with sweat, Am I even alive? The forest around me breathes, Life is all around me but I feel hollow I have walked a thousand steps, And cherished only a few The last section lays ahead, Winding up into the clouds Is it worth it? My body is numb...
    MistyDayz MistyDayz
    22-25, F
    1 Response Sep 19, 2015

    I love to love to laugh

    and live with life and happiness, my soul to give. I thrive to thrive in this messy life of mine. Give me dark death or give me bright life.
    bonboncandy bonboncandy
    22-25, F
    Jan 11, 2015

    'Madness' A dismal stare,

    A speaker blare. "Code blue! We have a could blue!" The sneaker squeak and squawk upon the white shinny floor, The thundering locks click on each door. That damnable tick and fearless click, This grinding gears winding to stick. "Oh how they shout!" "Oh how they scream! While...
    Chibichaos Chibichaos
    31-35, F
    3 Responses Feb 6, 2015
    PotPrincess PotPrincess
    22-25, F
    1 Response Aug 11, 2015

    Taken! I am who I am.

    My body is taken by the soul I call… Me My soul is taken by who I am. Not what you try to make me. My mind is taken by my own original thoughts You can say you hate me. But that doesn’t faze me. You can tell me to die. But you cannot get rid of me that easily I AM HERE...
    Dominatrixwife Dominatrixwife
    22-25, F
    1 Response Aug 31, 2014


    LustNeither nature nor art could make you more perfect than you are. The pleasant curves and taste of your body are implanted in my Mind forever. Like a lost soul I wander in a Daze searching for happiness which I will never find. But as long as I have you in my mind, I...
    roots2life roots2life
    46-50, M
    Dec 30, 2011

    Poor Lost Soul

    Poor lost soul You look so young People say your life has just begun Deep inside you feel so old You'll be ok it'll get better in time You drown out the words Too many times you've been told Poor lost soul Turning to the blade in the draw Always hiding Behind your long...
    deleted deleted
    2 Responses Oct 15, 2013

    The forgotten- Forgotten by thy name,

    Heart laid to the realm of pain. Seeking not for sorrow, Never, yet, to remember thee in the 'morrow. Silver words hang on thy tongue, A retched breath fill thy lung. An unfaithful mask, Doth hide thy terrible task. Thy words fall on deaf ears, For truth never speaks of such...
    Chibichaos Chibichaos
    31-35, F
    Dec 17, 2014

    FOLLOWING COURSE I slip my hands inside the

    skin, Cradling your heart, Hoping to feel that fading pulse Before I fall in love with dying. But decay is seeping through the cracks, So persistent that resisting Becomes a love of destruction. So I'm left to fall and sink into the pavement, Wondering which one will cave in...
    SisterCyanide SisterCyanide
    26-30, T
    Mar 13, 2014

    The wind here is strong,

    It’s a force field, Pushing me, daring me to give up, Dragging my clothing, whipping my face, Why should I go on? I owe it nothing, But I must. Because for every step she still fills my mind And with every step I want her gone, Please fly away with the wind, Release my...
    MistyDayz MistyDayz
    22-25, F
    Mar 27, 2016

    I Love To Write

    Some name me poet, I do not so myself. Many thinks I am so and call me a fallen demon with poetic soul. Perhaps they are right, and perhaps they are not... what I do know though is that a poet is one that is full of feelings and ways to describe this world. How the cresent moon...
    Barlong Barlong
    26-30, F
    May 14, 2012

    So no one told you? So your saying no one told

    you years from now, you'll never be the same you that you were before? The same you that would never doubt anyone's loyalty Judge anyone's character The same you who always stayed with the mindset that nobody was up to anything, there were no secret motives no back roads. No...
    MindConscious MindConscious
    26-30, M
    Jan 15, 2015
    HarlotCurse HarlotCurse
    22-25, M
    Mar 13, 2015

    poets are just people

    who aren't good at holding onto things. and poetry is the art of letting go.
    expressomarkie expressomarkie
    May 31, 2014


    Hi, everyone. My poetry never has titles, unless it's published, and I have to invent one for it.Anyway. This is my most recent work, and I'd like to receive some feedback, please.Thank you.At noon I am no one,The decline of life,The fifth circle of hell,The filth in the sky.I...
    CarnivorouS CarnivorouS
    4 Responses Nov 6, 2011

    The violin ~ Stephanie (me) He cuts his wrist

    like he's playing the violin . The strings are his skin and his bow is his razor. The beautiful sounds coming from the violin are the crys of the lonely boy. He watches the music notes fall down in the color red "splat, splat, splat" He is plays quicker and as he stops he sees...
    stephanie678 stephanie678
    16-17, F
    Feb 7, 2015

    A tell tell song of a poison heart,

    Rot with sorrow and bitter despair, A tasteless tart, left on they tongue. Thy breath be stilled in this living nightmare. Evil tendrils be thy shackle and chain, Terry not on this soul so vain. Leave thee to die, For this mortal shall death's shroud lie. Be thy mind so weak...
    Chibichaos Chibichaos
    31-35, F
    1 Response Jan 15, 2015

    I write about politics,

    spirituality, personal feelings and philosophy. It's really good at relieving stress and allows me to get my point across in a more delicate way.
    Samp842 Samp842
    18-21, M
    Jun 23, 2015

    Un create Twist eternity into oblivion Simmer

    the stars into a facade Fold the earth into the abyss Let an endless shade, Destory, destruct, debliate Un create
    Chibichaos Chibichaos
    31-35, F
    Jun 24, 2015

    I am a poet... I love how a woman described me,

    although it is crazy to think I might be in those ranks! She said "You are a traditional, lyric, poet in the style of Chaucer and Shakespeare!" Which is way beyond flattering! I just write what I'm feeling, what I've experienced and what I know...
    slimmmerman slimmmerman
    41-45, M
    Feb 15, 2015

    As I sit here broke and twisted from the words

    thrown at me from a barrage of voices in my head,. I feel so alive in the elements we call life as I feel pain from the bright lights of a society that eats your flesh. wooo to those who travel fast up those steps to face a deadly dream. skeletons in your closet. who am I...
    Amber237 Amber237
    51-55, F
    Nov 21, 2015


    grayday104 grayday104
    26-30, M
    Apr 14, 2015
    tomk27 tomk27
    18-21, M
    Dec 21, 2015

    For The Open Spaces

    Yeah, I’m like the gray or white or baby blue, Or one of those other crayons You never take out of the box. You’d rather leave the page alone, Where it needs a color, than take me out of there. So I get dry and waxy and break Again and again, But even then, if someone...
    zmedleff1 zmedleff1
    4 Responses May 20, 2011

    I am planning a long walk ; walking along all

    the beautiful country roads in Scotland throughout the seasons. My boot clad feet will crunch through the deep winter snow and splash through rain. My head will feel the warmth of the summer sun's golden rays and feel the autumnal red and golden leaves as they fall from the...
    deleted deleted
    Mar 10, 2016

    Chasing My Belladonna

    I found a white spider, spinning a web from my chest to my belly. It hung like it was a jewel, pierced into my navel. I thought I’d scream, and tear away the gossamer threads from my breasts and, my stomach. Spiders make me awfully squeamish, but I picked her up, and gazed at...
    irishchild777 irishchild777
    22-25, F
    3 Responses Mar 24, 2013

    Taboo Remember when.

    .. Baby maker, home maker Is all that you could be. Voting was a tradition for me only. Remember when... Riviter, baseball player Is what you could be, But all of the men were away fighting. Remember when.... Lover, musican A forbidden transition spoke a dark yet happy truth. One...
    Chibichaos Chibichaos
    31-35, F
    1 Response Feb 11, 2015

    Loss of Inspiration

    My life is a lie My heart is on fire My body is weak When it come to desire Say what you will I believe it all Every lie you tell no matter big or small. I hear what I want And it's never the truth That's one fault I didn't lose with my youth. I'm a...
    salemstar salemstar
    26-30, F
    5 Responses Mar 19, 2007

    I used to write poems with my feet on the wet,

    fallen, autumn leafs with the muddy water in the tracks of the chorus. I feel the icy breath of the hunt and hear dogs moaning, this is the destiny of those who can’t and don’t want to wallow in the mud.
    deleted deleted
    Jan 14, 2015

    Gilded World

    Confusion surrounds. Which way's up and what lies down, Beneath you, In pain, With no one to blame? Who's the lowest of the low, The weak, The impure? Who can justly define the way, In which others should proudly sway? You see, "love" is patient. "Love" is kind. But their "love...
    daydreamer95 daydreamer95
    22-25, F
    Aug 11, 2013

    Missing You

    It always has been just you and me. maybe i'm putting a smile in my face, maybe i'm laughing so loud as possible, maybe it seems that i'm happy, but there's just you who knows that it's not. who knows me right, who understands me. sometimes i see things reminding of you and there...
    adline adline
    31-35, F
    3 Responses Mar 4, 2011

    Look at my blogs, escapoetry.

    wordpress.com and genericwritings.wordpress.com
    tomk27 tomk27
    18-21, M
    Jan 4, 2016
    HarlotCurse HarlotCurse
    22-25, M
    Mar 5, 2015

    Tell Me What You Think

    Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare. In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door. Open the grave. Murder. Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer...... Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare...
    aBlackRoseBurial aBlackRoseBurial
    26-30, M
    4 Responses Nov 2, 2007

    Tears On A Tin Roof

    Tears on a tin roof The fiddler sat  Upon my roof He had no feet  He only had hoofs He played his song  Of make believe He wore a lie Upon his sleeve His evil tune Had me dizzy and spun Believing he was  The ritious one Cast a spell upon my  Fragile mind To leave all of my...
    RavensHeart RavensHeart
    36-40, F
    2 Responses Feb 9, 2013

    Kicked In Teeth + A Man Called Gray

    Fraility,fragility, And I'm strapped to the teeth To save a sweet soul Don't ever don't ever Question my role Don't ask her to swallow Cause I'll kick in your teeth Don't pull out a switchblade Unless you want to be stabbed And if you are smart You won't dare make me mad I'm not...
    grayday104 grayday104
    26-30, M
    4 Responses Oct 12, 2013

    Echoing Impressions

    Memories resurface; a mist begins to form, Therefore clouding my sight, judgment Spiritual essence still breathes; knowing of one; Lost in all thought – silently breathing; listening Determining all factors; feeling the wave’s crash; Thundering terror breathes in the...
    JamesEric JamesEric
    36-40, M
    2 Responses Jul 30, 2012

    Heres Another Poem

    hope you all like it I Believe I believe that the sun shines after the rain I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain I believe in not doing things the easy way I believe that being selfish doesn’t pay I believe in a second chance I believe in a...
    firebird firebird
    18-21, F
    4 Responses Jun 11, 2007

    I don't write poetry to achieve fame

    or popularity, though fame would be an added bonus. I write poetry because it's the only form of writing that allows to fully express my thoughts and ideas. Anyone else feels this way?
    deleted deleted
    1 Response Jul 19, 2015

    Like A Beautiful Breeze

    SHE entered my life like a beautiful breeze, yet i knew that someday she would get up and leave. i wasnt despondant and i wasnt too sad, for the times that we shared i was ever so glad. she knew me and loved me for all that i' am...
    wiseriser wiseriser
    51-55, M
    10 Responses Sep 22, 2011

    A stinky sweaty mess,

    I must confess, Stares at me from under the table so bleak. Oh how i hate to think... "No i shall not touch!" I would never dare. Even though the leather is worn and bare, An ever luring sight, With the laces strung up tight. A criss cross pattern with a brand. The owner i will...
    Chibichaos Chibichaos
    31-35, F
    1 Response Feb 6, 2015
    firebird firebird
    18-21, F
    1 Response Jun 27, 2007

    Forget thy name, Forget thy dwelling place,

    To shallow be thy breath, To many sorry spilled in thee name. Call no longer, A demon of Fear devours thy soul, Whilst victorious evil chase the angels away. Give thee silence, Give thee death, Morrow with the dawn, Sing thy funeral song.
    Chibichaos Chibichaos
    31-35, F
    Dec 16, 2014
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