Yea I write poetry that all I can ever do make me feel like am dreaming words come and go so I kinda smile a little because it my feeling inside and some time trying to hid. I...
Some people here seem to believe they write poetry just because they write sentences with words that rhyme...lol...
I write poetry every now and then
Anyone else like to write poetry?x
I love to write poetry it's my way of expressing myself <3
I used to hear your voice echoing in my ears
Even late at night
And I could taste you on the tip of my tongue
Sometimes you were bitter
Your fingerprints stained across the surface...
Too much poetry floods the soul,covers all within the expanse of my being,overflowing into empty rooms. Poetry flooding my anger,poetry flooding my pain. Poetry seeping out of my...
Oh Brain Oh Brain
I have to concentrate.
This is important, this poem.
A poem about poetry.
I have to do this, I CAN do this.
Oh, look, a butterfly!
I love butterflies...
Oh hail rain
You give me immense pain
I cry out in pain
Your drops makes my heart go bdob
and i have to admit i write bad poetry
I've been trying to redo this and I think it's alright
suicide and misery
walk hand in hand
as daylight fades..
with shattered hope
but they don't care
Once upon a time there was "Us" but now we are an obscure entity that once was and will always be in the compounds of my mind manfesting itself as unwanted memories or a...
Your heart's been shattered
Your dreams we're too
But let me take you
And fix everything
To make things be
The way they used to
Hi my name is Bones and my favorite thing to do is live inside my mind.
I used to know the answer to that question but it's the only way I know how to pass the time.
Astro-Logic: My Stars & Garters Part 1 of 12Sittin here wishin somebody woulda told me thatmy livin' and my learin' would be so driven by the zodiac.If somebody woulda' sold me...
We are reduced to words like angel and sweetheart because all intimacy is lost. All the closeness has faded.The house has changed. The locks replaced until we can no longer find...
For quite some time
It's been unlike this
For once I've realized
My undying wish
To be loved and to love
Not but just a dream
I have seen much life
Where there used to be screams...
No matter how far apart it was for you and I
We always made sure that we would see the same night sky
We would look up above, staring into the twilight
Believing that together our...
This is a sonnet, as requested by my former English teacher, Mr McCabe, for my poems tend to be quite long.
I give you my heart,
Is what the gift said,
My hand is seized, as if by a Power,
Words flow forth, from places unknown,
A plane of pure Language, a Dimension,
The message deep in my soul is sown.
When I summon the...
All the poetry I see here is sad.
Not all of it has to be sad.
Not really here.
I'm not here , but I'm not even there. I guess one could presume I was floating on the outskirts of existence? I did not write to confuse, I simple wrote to...
People don’t understand poetry these days
They take everything so literally;
When words are meant to be expressive and complex,
they take them at face value,
depriving them of...
***DISCLAIMER *** I'm in no way good at writing poetry and haven't done so in some time. I wrote this back in grade 8. My teacher handed it back asking me to be more clear with my...
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before.
But, in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
My professor asked us to write a terrible poem as an exercise to learn about how NOT to write. Gimme your thoughts on this. It's either really terrible, or actually kind of...
correct, and this one time my random poetry turned into a book lol... i believe i'm still the only one who actually love its content after spending some money for it XD
I Am What I Am #2
I am true. I may be a fake smile, but I am real. I have a
real beating heart that loves until it is forced to hate.
I admit that I do hate, even though it is...
I want so badly
to write beautifully how I feel
But that’s the thing
My feelings aren’t beautiful
Down to the core,
much like my love for you;
It is a bitter...
Was tired of being sad,can barely stand
Tired of getting mad
of hiding my deppression as I forced smiles and pretend to laugh
behide torn skin wore my scars as a protective mask...
The Whisperers are here.
They're ready to strike,
they have your name on their list,
they're ready to bite.
The Whisperers have arrived, they've
Does anybody else feel like when they write, the words just seem to spill out onto the page, sometimes you don't even need to think all that hard... And when you look back at what...
This is not a poem, but a question.
I can't help but notice that lots of poems here are kind of dark and full of angst... For those of you who write that way, what is it about...
The Calligraphy PenThere is a pen I like to usewhen my mind is flying with thoughts of younay...these are the times a pencil just won't donor a Bic, nor a laptop, nor glittery glue...
There’s a window in my head
That only I can see
It is the gate way to my fantasy
There I am a hero, master and king
I am capable of doing anything
When I dwell there the world...
Seeing past the silver gaze of a certain gale, the wind recognizes truth in it's entirety. Waiting and listening to the hum you realize what you thought was a tsunami wasn't quite...