Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Edgar Allan Poe
Note: All the answers in my poem are supposed to be in Italic. EP should have the Italic text as well. Anyways, this poem signifies the bigger more visually clear aspects of life...
A Look Into My past?
Note from the Dude: Well, my title makes it pretty clear that this is a very old poem of mine, LIKE YEARS OLD; observe the writing style, it feels sort of...
Does anyone have any good poems they have written? I really need one
I haven't written anything for years, but I used to write quite a lot of poetry
Tell me lies
Tell me you love me
Tell me it's her you despise
Tell me it's her who created all those lies
That you loved her
And you want to leave my side
Kiss me like you love...
it's too late to make some kind of vow;
I've lived my life at random up 'til now.
it doesn't seem to cause a special grief,
in fact it almost feels like full...
Not one of my best, but I just wrote it to get my feelings out... It doesn't have a title yet.
"You told me you cared for months on end,
But now, all of a sudden, we can't be...
Don't really know, just kinda random and not that good...:
The darkness is all around me
It engulfs me
And creeps across my skin
Slowly soothing the bright red burns
And so we explored one another, the shallow stream of a mouth, the small range of a hip, our bodies entangled and vast, like thick rolling woodlands. Like tourists in a foreign...
it is a time lost now,
but with a slight ache
in the heart.
so much I remember;
it almost feels like
being there again,
sixty years past the moment.
I try not to...
what do you do when your dream comes true?
that's a very good question to me.
give me a call if it's happened to you,
'cause in my life I have yet to see.
I was told expectations...
the seagulls screech as one along the pier;
they ask me what on earth I'm doing here.
it is their turf they tell me; I should leave.
I can't believe their voices would...
let's start here,
on a crisp January day,
so clean and clear, and filled with snow;
and we'll decide where we might go
on a day that doesn't burn the eyes.
Visualize light containing sound
Such that the shimmering ripples on the midnight pond
Chuckles to the nighthawk and gossips with the owl
About our evenings on the...
Street and Sky
clouds sailing fast past the moon,
with angry lightning flashing cloud to cloud,
thunder following in deep rumble,
tumbling through the night in the fire and flash...
it's one in the morning
and all I can hear
is tinnitus and the fridge.
no other noises,
no thumping, no voices;
not bad for a seventies high-rise.
sometimes you can...
I like to keep it fast and loose,
admit I make the big mistakes,
forget the real life for a while;
that's all it ever really takes.
no one is perfect at this game;
I am a slave unto the blade,
It's ruined me.
Yet, it's all I seek
Constantly craving the pain
Seeking it every day
I feel insane
But, here I am finding it's comfort
Someday the test will turn blue
Someday I'll know I'm carrying you
Someday I'll watch as my belly grows wide
Someday I'll feel you moving inside
Someday I'll bring you into the...
Oh tears...such bitter, sweet relief. Liquid emotions flooding my sullen cheeks. Some good, some bad. Always either happy or sad!
Is it ever that you might flow...
Write about your experience
Now life its just a picture and love its just a word
And first and second its always there but some times there's a third
And then for one there will...
I found you in the darkest of night,
and you brought my light.....
Some Divine gift brought us together and now I feel whole.
Your being expressed through written pages.....flames...
The Eagle and the Bear
the eagle was startled when the sleeping bear woke;
he was looking so ugly that nobody spoke;
the spring had come early,
the big bear was surly,
he got up...
Wrote this when my dad was yelling at me:
I don't think I can go on
Sinking in my despair
Of anger and disappointment
Of a bond meant to be tied
But has frayed and burnt away...
The Melodious World
The music plays,
But I don't mind.
The world in your head,
Where nothing is said.
Melodies and sights,
Lit by lights.
Cut from a different cloth...
Even the burning cold wind of early January
Vaporized at the blazing passion of the young girls soft soul
sometimes it's not easy to put the pen down
and offer one's soul a brief rest;
sometimes it's not easy,
but often it's best.
sometimes it's not easy to belt out the song...
Have all candles blown?
Have all feelings flown?
Have all little love of mine... gone?
Oh! what have i done?
What have i done?
Are you happy now?
For you smile somehow
The Cynic Report
there is no great Power.
there is no great Love.
there is no Creator in Heaven above.
there is no great Answer.
there is no great Truth.
there is no great...
I call this one: Daily Routine
Keep the peace
Keep the pain
Stop the feeling
Close the vein
Slow your mind
Hold your breath
Stop the crying
Try to rest