I Am Not a Poet But I Think I Write Poems

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    She looks out from behind her eyesAn emptiness

    all consumedEvery word of late has been a lieExcept that she is doomed.It was hope that made her keep onAnd hope that made her cryWhat to do now that hope is goneBut to give a tender goodbye.She made it this far todayAnd this long overallTerrible pleasure along the wayBut now it...
    deleted deleted
    Oct 19, 2014

    The Search.

    I walk along a lonely path, travel down this deserted street, In the hope that a kindred soul, i chance to meet. A friendly face, those loving arms, that certain smile, Someone to whom i can relate and chat for just awhile. That one who looks...
    oz oz
    36-40, M
    25 Responses Oct 7, 2008

    I always write my emotions

    and feelings down and it sounds like poetry to me.
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    3 Responses Nov 19, 2015

    Sweet Silence

    Such a sweet silence that I’ve found here. There’s no one here to hurt me anymore. The pain has become nonexistent. The agony is over. This sweet silence has taken over me. You can’t take this away from me. Here I can be me. Here I feel as if I’m free. Your torturing...
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    3 Responses Feb 7, 2011

    For my sweet inspiration Under man-made trees

    we were once squirrels twisting our tails rubbing our noses counting the seconds to climb high again daring for the dreaded jump with no branches in sight just an infinite sky in silence mocking and a motherly earth nodding waiting for our bodies to feed her let her starve.
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    2 Responses May 16, 2015

    You won my heart You won my soul I do not

    know What was your goal You left me here Broken and sad Feeling stupid Miss what I had Wanting you back Wish that I knew How to stop this Feeling so blue
    holygrailofvampires holygrailofvampires
    26-30, F
    Apr 18, 2016

    I think I am a poet but I don't know it and

    rarely show it and each word that clickty clacks from my keyboard makes me feel a million anxieties I lie to myself that I'll be a poet when deep inside I know it isn't for me to write a book or a moving verse that softens all their hearts of stone this chill inside my very...
    ramblerhyme ramblerhyme
    26-30, M
    Feb 27, 2016

    An Image

    I can take hold the knife and gash open my soul And there's still things about me you'll never know You'll only know of the things I let slip To shape and to mold the perception you get With bias and limited access for now Your image of me is the one I allow
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    2 Responses Apr 5, 2012

    For You 4.12.15 The Earth lives suspended in

    the love of the Sun, two cosmic forces fated to merge into one. An explosion of creation, brought forth from the Son ignites life from the core, new day has begun. Inspired with light, the Earth turns and it spins, mesmerized by the Sun, its glorious friend. Each...
    peacefulrebel peacefulrebel
    22-25, F
    1 Response Apr 12, 2015

    I love to write and I'm happy I'm here cause

    its a medium to pour my heart out and write. I really think I write poems like seriously I think I do. I found write ups in the house and I really can't remember writing them. But guess what I love them and can't believe I did. It looked like an expert wrote them. I'm proud of...
    Deeyor Deeyor
    26-30, F
    Nov 18, 2015

    Dont Leave Me Here.

    Today was the day I had to say goodby I stood at the casket With tears in my eye Gone was the laughter Gone was the smile Death took it all So cold and vile Then I heard a voice Whispering so slow I did not leave you Yet your letting me go Please dont leave me here When...
    Robert1256 Robert1256
    51-55, M
    2 Responses May 29, 2010

    Think You Can Guess It?

      Whitened wind-cracks, spreading the seam Salted with sea-spray, Granted no gleam…   Wear-beaten tea-stains, flapping with glee Unweaving what’s woven Now! What can be seen?
    MysticWriter MysticWriter
    36-40, F
    2 Responses Nov 29, 2006


    Ok people this is the poem i wrote for my girl..it is the actual story...stated shortly here...well the girls long gone now..but just the memories remain...it contains the true feelings i had..so presenting to you... DISTANCES The rains have come and yet again, Distances...
    Floydian Floydian
    26-30, M
    14 Responses Nov 21, 2008
    kayegela kayegela
    36-40, F
    May 21, 2015

    Neverending Dawn

    The silence of screaming trains Gently pulsating window panes Crescendos of vibrato Drumming up a peak   Currents of warmth and Rhythm Like water to the vein   Lead their way through Tips of toes They swear its for no gain Emaciated glory! the Tempest of...
    MysticWriter MysticWriter
    36-40, F
    1 Response Oct 30, 2006

    For you 4.17.15 A dream is just a dream is

    just a dream, until it's not. Reach beneath consciousness, this fleshed-out reality, and take hold of a whole new world, no magic carpet needed. A house of mirrors reflecting the innermost thoughts of man where life is breathed into every throw-away moment, every intention...
    peacefulrebel peacefulrebel
    22-25, F
    Apr 17, 2015

    SOLITARY Confinement

    Sitting by my study's window sill, Looking at the paper I'm going to fill, I realize the thing I'm writing about, May be hell to some but heaven to me, no doubt. Solitary confinement as I talk of it, Is surely the place I'd like to sit, The best place to discover...
    Floydian Floydian
    26-30, M
    17 Responses Nov 12, 2008

    Let the rain fall upon my unbeating heart,

    Let the tears drown the decadent screams, Umbrella or not the rain will suffocate me, Take my breath away with his long kiss, Puce Water with blood curses, WHY ME?, Adrenaline cursing through my veins, Envy filled diluted pupils, My heart pleading for more oxygen, My...
    PrincessOfInsanity PrincessOfInsanity
    18-21, F
    2 Responses May 1, 2015

    Those moments in life

    when peace resonates everywhere... When you open your eyes and drink in the off-white walls of your bedroom, glowing dimly as they reflect the early-mornings' light, The steady tick-tick-tick from the clock above your cherry-wood desk serenading your harmonious...
    cyclone80 cyclone80
    36-40, M
    Dec 19, 2014

    The hunter I miss you like the sky Misses the

    sun at night I miss you like a kite Misses the wind While in flight I miss you like the heart Misses blood when one dies I miss you like plants Miss the rain when it is dry I miss your dark brown eyes In the light I miss your beautiful dark brown hair On my face at night...
    zealots201 zealots201
    26-30, M
    May 12, 2015

    I am no big fan of poetry.

    I do, however like analyzing them. And also, I thought of an analogy. I don't know if it could be called a poem or not. But, here goes: Life is like a Tetris game. It can't last forever. Also, everyone makes mistakes in life and in Tetris. Sometimes you get a chance to fix...
    Adamquinn Adamquinn
    16-17, M
    Nov 18, 2015

    I haven't written a poem

    since I was in school. I penned this one last week. A Time for rhymes. With words we color. Similar sounds appeal But meaning has the luster.
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    1 Response Dec 6, 2015


    I feel it first in the shocking coldness of your fingertips against my bare stomach Suddenly consciousness, awareness Breathing I inhale moist salty air Colors explodingly vivid but still Planes hang like stars in the sky Life pauses as it waits for me to breathe again
    dreamificational dreamificational
    36-40, F
    3 Responses Dec 28, 2009

    I refuse to give up even

    if I am the last one of my kind, Even if I slip, fall, forgotten and left behind.
    fthefurious fthefurious
    18-21, M
    Aug 15, 2015

    Sometimes, Words Just Come Out of Me

    and, I can only put them on paper and walk away.  I mostly write prose but, sometimes.....sometimes.....sometimes I just can't express myself the way I need to by just writing my thoughts.  Sometimes, it comes out all abstract....I guess you would call them poems...
    MysticWriter MysticWriter
    36-40, F
    4 Responses Oct 30, 2006

    I think I write poems

    but I'm not sure...
    N1n74 N1n74
    26-30, F
    May 21, 2015

    Forbidden Love

    A forbidden love is all I have known, A cut to deap that cannot be sewn, I saw the sadness in your eyes, At that time I wish I had said my good byes, If i would have known it had to end this way, I wouldn't have let you dance into my heart like a classical ballet...
    CrazedTeenager CrazedTeenager
    18-21, F
    1 Response May 17, 2008

    You feel that? That ache?

    It's the ache of the slow agonizing death of tolerance. Intolerance knows no bounds and so will wriggle it's slimy head into everything, if permitted. But the ache will be there, like a breaking heart. All encompassing from both ends in both directions. Like ice and water rip...
    cyclone80 cyclone80
    36-40, M
    Jul 12, 2015

    I used to be really really good at writing

    poems. It used to help me.
    Ang012685 Ang012685
    31-35, F
    May 23, 2015

    She can kill me with silence I hang on her

    every word Her happiness means the world to me I love her so I hope I didn't hurt you I hope you don't go :c
    DoorMattress DoorMattress
    16-17, M
    2 Responses Feb 8, 2015

    Can We Return

    Take a bull by its horns What a commotion! A rose among thorns A metaphor that bespeaks emotions! In life we seek joy The reward seems like Helen of Troy. Men fight and dreams Are crushed. The love becomes forgotten The love is hushed. Men and women become rotten The days of...
    startingpointguard33 startingpointguard33
    26-30, M
    1 Response Feb 1, 2013

    Untitled The endless pursuit of material goods

    and kids claiming to be misunderstood. Damaging to the human psych, breed a generation of youth competing for facebook likes. Bust out my smartphone and gaze at my news feed, see the usual yolo swag and vines about weed. New everybody be posting highlight reels of their lives...
    YouAreNotWhoYouSayYouAre YouAreNotWhoYouSayYouAre
    22-25, M
    Aug 24, 2015

    My Valentine!!

    Pushing myself to the corner of my room, Prayed for long before I sleep everyday for filling the void I felt, For the days were not complete and happiness was not full, Felt darkness under the hot sun, For the need for something I felt in my heart, For I had everything yet I felt...
    maskedmenace maskedmenace
    22-25, M
    4 Responses Feb 13, 2011

    So here's a poem about this app.

    called me to who you yep true I've been a member a week this app is unique I don't feel like freak or a silly old sneak. It's were people like you can talk how ya do. From all walks of life about fun and ya strife. So I'm here for fun so I will give it a run. Hope I made you...
    wayno4 wayno4
    46-50, M
    May 22, 2015

    The Fall... Or Something the Like

    Now I am here, I am losing it all The higher you fly, the deeper you fall The world doesn't change, I'll be losing my soul I flew sort of high, now I'm losing control I stand in front of a firm set of gates I can almost see how my lifetime escapes Then the gates open...
    GothGrrrl GothGrrrl
    18-21, F
    1 Response Oct 11, 2007

    My dear friend It's regarding the girl

    who loves tea , her world was full of books , as sugar and spice she has all those thoughts , some are light as air and some are as deep as ocean bed .She is someone whose natural , honest as hell . She is beautiful in every possible way but it's always her own way where it is...
    CosmicWeb CosmicWeb
    22-25, M
    Apr 21, 2016

    5 Minutes.

    For some reason my lil poems are like my paintings. I want it done quickly and heartfelt all at once. Anyway I know it isn't that great, so please be gentle. Here goes: When I see you, I smile and say hello friend! Isn't that what you wanted in the end? Everything will be fine...
    KindaSilly KindaSilly
    41-45, F
    Sep 26, 2013

    The crippled heart shall always beat,

    and ache, and beat, and ache; retreat to the lands of longings, fantasy. Can you feel when your soul speaks? The walking dead with living grief lose peace when love and pain compete in battles filled with casualty. Can you hear when your soul speaks? The...
    peacefulrebel peacefulrebel
    22-25, F
    Dec 22, 2014

    I write a lot in ryhmes

    and stuff when I can't sleep I sent one to the local paper once they put it in. I've always had a way with words. But im not sure if it's more like rap but I write about what's on my mind my brain don't stop:)
    wayno4 wayno4
    46-50, M
    May 22, 2015

    There's a dark abyss inside me.

    I yearn for you to shed light deep down. Time and again I try and swim out from this abyss but always loosing myself and getting deeper. I yearn for your fervent feeling of light of life. Time and again I'm poised from where I am in this darkness and feel there will be no rescue...
    Spiritm Spiritm
    31-35, M
    Jul 27, 2014

    Sitting here in my room Listening over

    there Listening even closer I'm listening To the air Staring at the wall, staring at the floor Staring at the ceiling no one's at the door Thinking about things to come Thinking about things that are never done All I hope for right now is just to see the sun I'm sitting in my...
    DoorMattress DoorMattress
    16-17, M
    Jun 7, 2015

    I don't really have anyone to share these with.

    I have friends but I don't really want to impose on them to read the stuff I'm writing. That's my problem, I don't like imposing stuff on people. But I can't help it, I want people to read some of the things I'm writing (give me feedback, comments, anything). If you're...
    mycatmika mycatmika
    18-21, F
    May 21, 2015
    kayegela kayegela
    36-40, F
    May 21, 2015

    Time is like a tower,

    Forever growing into the sky. But if that tower is damaged, No one inside will survive.
    DrowningInRed DrowningInRed
    Nov 10, 2014

    HANDS ON ME A poem about a girl being s-xually

    abused. First try. Once again I woke up, In the middle of the night. Hands on me, Holding me tight. They snaked down my body, haulted at a place. I lay quiet and steady; Shame has left my face. I told none, I was scared, I was four, unawared. During the day, any date, I...
    ExperiencesAndNotMistakes ExperiencesAndNotMistakes
    18-21, F
    1 Response May 30, 2014

    My mom is a woman hard to appease.

    She will never let your mind have peace. Whatever you say and do she will not cease. For my mother is a woman very hard to please.
    PrezBel PrezBel
    1 Response Sep 22, 2015

    No Way Out

    Sadness fills my soul, I don’t know why, alone in the darkness I’m finally free to cry. I need some excitement back in my life. It’s not enough just to be a mother and wife. Is there anyone who has found their true love, spending the life you've always dreamed of? Is what...
    dare2love dare2love
    56-60, F
    4 Responses Feb 6, 2011


    His kiss is like a sweet summer breeze touching my skin. In my dreams, I am bound to endless wanderings with him…. Through muted space, our souls travel and meet Intertwined in the energy flowing.   And I am lifted… Buoyed by the spark and bubbling and...
    MysticWriter MysticWriter
    36-40, F
    2 Responses Nov 9, 2006

    I must not go looking that comes naturally

    it tears down walls it's in us all no one can get away fast enough
    Msxspraypaint Msxspraypaint
    26-30, F
    Oct 27, 2015

    Faceless Girl 2

    The sun goes down Birds fly back to their nests The day ends The lights go off Everybody sleeps I close my eyes Deep in my heart I see you I feel you I breathe you I hear you You dont allow me to sleep You answer my question even before i ask them Except one, which you never...
    GirlThinking GirlThinking
    26-30, F
    3 Responses Aug 5, 2012

    Orgasmic Hue

    Ecstasy Spinning my perception of reality Reds and greens, purples and blues All the world is one orgasmic hue. Lips to part and spread oceans wide open Waves overlapping, soothing, massaging. Heated breath floats down my neck; Running, curling, Spreading into luke...
    MysticWriter MysticWriter
    36-40, F
    5 Responses Apr 13, 2008

    Make Your Choice...

    This hope didn't last. You broke me too, I collapsed. I can't trust you dear and I never will. I was nothing but your little thrill. I've said my goodbyes before to you So this time I'm leaving the goodbyes up to you.
    deleted deleted
    3 Responses Jan 16, 2011

    "The two most important times in a persons life

    if when he is born and when he finds out why." Mark Twain. How do you know when you've found out why?
    cyclone80 cyclone80
    36-40, M
    Jan 1, 2015

    Save Your Prayer You pray

    for me but what I see Is a sea of preying profanity A profane foundation of faith by daze faulting me for faulting ways You point your finger so others see Looking down your pointing finger at me A sinning heathen intellectual ***** Your billowed pillar billows more Scanning...
    deleted deleted
    May 8, 2014

    EXPIRED though the shot hurt alot you seemed

    very relieved, you said now you will always come back to me . well A few years later I happened to run to far , I could not see you. where did you go? we where separated and I was scared, I was picked by By a stranger and left in a Cell. A black thing rubbed across me , "shes...
    youreadwhat youreadwhat
    18-21, F
    Jan 26, 2015
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