I Have a Poem to Share

Drip, drip, red drip,
Blood pours, down chests,
Fangs out, vamps sip,
Blood pours, down chests,
Sharp teeth, sharp tip,
Blood pours, down chests,
Dying shirts, as well as chests,
Blood pours, drip, drip.

What is the reason to live?To be hurt?To be killed?What is the reason to live?To know pain?To know heart break?What is the reason to live?To feel hate?To feel anguish?What is the reason to live?To smileTo laughto loveto be lovedto make...

There is a place that I call my home,  There is a place that time passes by...Where the floors carry our souls,  Where the windows beckon the light,This is a place where I don't feel alone...Where the walls echo our song,  Where...

Heaven cradles my heart with love
it is what we should all be thinking of
Heaven is lifes ultimate grand prize
its rewarded to those who are wise
Heaven holds Jesus and all his Glory
its time to turn another page in this story...

Master, I am A sTranger to you
but will you to hear my  confession?

I am a faceless man who lives
in the backyard of
your house

I share your table
So heavily heaped with bread,
fruit and meat
it huffs like a horse drawing a coal...

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem...

"I Will Break You" She Said...Born to heart
To love in mind
She took me there
Laid me down
Showed me truth
I had control..."You Do" She Said...
 Born in mind
To love from heart
She kissed me there
Showed me truth
I felt strong..."You...

I hate it when you're near
but I do want your care
I hate it when you tease
but i do want your kiss
I hate it when you lie
but I never stop believing you, why?
I hate it when you make me cry
but i like the way you dry my eyes
I hate it...

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in...

i love just typing away and looking up to see what happened. try it try not to edit too much give yourself 5 mins to write, no structure needed or form or grammar. just ooze your awesome creative stickinees, all over my hard screen so...

roses are red
wine is red
poetry is hard
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wine

It's actually an Arabic poem, (I'm Arabian, and I speak both Arabic and English), words are so powerful I had to translate this so you guys could understand. It's called "Seasons that have nothing to do with the four seasons...

Email me if you do. I don't post them on EP because someone could copy and paste them and claim that they are theirs.

Red hands, red wrists
Red arms and blue lips,
Die quick, sink down
Look up, don't frown.

This substance seeps
makes my mothers bed
makes my father weep
stuck in the quick sand
unable to move their feet
in their heart lies a lion
that is feeding on the soul
these pressure cracks
are waiting around every corner
looking for...

I don't spend a lot of time writing poems. In fact... I never write poems. poetry is not my thing.
But then stumbled upon this group, and sat rhyming for maybe five minutes. consider this my challenge for myself.
I don't have a title, I...

I have a friend who is dying of cancer, it is a tragady becuase he is a great person to me. He wrote this this week and i cry when i read it. Broken I need you to read this because sometimes we all fell like life has taken a great big...

I am a seashell.
I lie here on a sandy beach,
the water just beyond my reach.
Humans young and old alike, stop and admire me.
They marvel at my colors, my shape and my breathtaking portray.
They pick me up, and call the ocean
they...