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 love to write poetry it's my way of expressing myself <3
I write poetry every now and then
Anyone else like to write poetry?x
I just love singing. Not to prove to anyone that I can sing, but to enjoy singing myself. I'd rather sing alone in my room that infront of an audience.
i love singing and dancing naked!!!! my fav songs to do that to are Believer From American Authors, and One More Minute from Capital City.
ya that's gonna b going on when i get...
Love singing to chandelihheeerrr!
Hiiiii. I love singing :D I don't think I'm that good but I did a cover :P This is the link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3aHPeho2f7E I also attatched it for easy access xo ...
- The failure-
Mistake, repeat, then do the same
My life is one big losing game
Cut you up; cut up myself
Tear your dreams from upon that shelf
I am not the devil, nor a fake...
I remember our walks and talks
I remember the day you told that the stars were in my eyes
You've been hurt by me
I thought it was best for you to be free
Free of me and my flaws...
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...
Hear my word
Songs of love you sing
Into the open blue
Songs of the sun
Chirp as you run
Killing. Bloodshed. People dying everywhere. No love.
And for what? Oil? Money? Power?
They die for our money-induced and power hungry
Can you tell me now what it would have taken?
What could I have done to catch your eye?
Just a face in the crowd who’s sadly mistaken
Invisible. At least you can’t see me cry...
Your words fill me,
Like an empty cup
Filling with the sweet wine of life.
Each word you utter,
Is like champagne.
As my fingers,
Cross the page,
My heart leaps...
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...
"The Man Who Wrote A Song For The Moon"
He wrote a song for the moon
with a feeling on his heart
and woman on his mind
He found the perfect words to describe
what he sees around...
I'm crazy today - I had a great weekend
But my thoughts go back to her
I'm crazy today - I have seen cute lips
But hers are the ones I should kiss
I'm crazy today - I have...
I often look up at the stars at night, aching to fill my lungs with the whispers of the galaxy. Everything the human race knew about lay among the bright lights and empty space...
To feel, to feel
To want to cry
To drown in sadness
And never wonder why.
To feel, to feel
Anger and rage
An animal clawing its way out
A beast trapped in a cage.
Losing myself never was so easy,
Until I lost you
It's not your fault,
but it was mine
I pushed you too far away
Heard that I went off the deep end
You could say I took the dive...
Butterflies sing lovely songs not heard by human ears.
And bumblebees are in a rush, they have no time for tears.
Down by the brook a meadowlark strikes up a happy tune.
The sun is...
Deep in a quiet forest glade
A fairy circle stands
Mushrooms in a perfect ring
Where the fairies go to make plans
Queen Larkspur called for a meeting
To plan the summer's end...
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...
If this is the meaning of
Right as rain
I suppose there are
Are more things right than
Wrong in this world
Still, as sure as any other fact
I want to lie in grass or on
And for that single moment,
I missed you and everyone I’ve ever met.
I missed the lives we all could have shared
The deep amber sky sinking into the sea
the sky in hues of purple, causing a sight of such glee.
Stars begin appearing one-by-one
twinkling and dancing in joyous fun...
Deep inside i'm crying,
screaming and writhing in pain,
Day in and day out with a smile
acting like everything is fine.
I'm burning thru and thru,
drowning in the...
The clouds are smiling overhead
I feel like I'm high on caffeine
And life for that matter
Everything seems to have a sheen
The glow of the sun
Peeks through the overcast sky
a fragile world, fragile society, fragile heart.
trapped without excuse.
sometimes we thought a way out, in the end it just make it worse.
no space, even just for a single new...
Something dumb I wrote awhile ago
Believe that I got you when no one else will
Suppose everyone's against you yea those feelings could kill
But you have the green paper with the...
NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD
They play in the grass
Singing, laughing, dancing
Watching while days pass
Not stressing just living
He steps out into sun
Their faces tainted with...
Do not move, I tell my brother as he looks upon me with a
familiarity only observed by family. He shakes the room
vibrating with energy, my voice is in fours and each one in...
I don't claim to be good at writing poems. It's not my medium...but it's expression. And I need it now.
This poem has no title.
Sap and blood stains your fist,
I can’t figure...
The grieving faces looking glum
The beating of a funeral drum
The softly singing chapel choir
The waiting crematory fire
The silent box of polished wood
The wracking sobs of...
See the man, upon his throne;
See the king, all alone.
Upon his hand a golden ring,
Beside his throne a maiden sings;
And yet this man, this king, upon his throne;
This man, he...
Undefined with royal laughter,
No set path or memories to gather,
Etched into a dampened day,
Beauty lost in the worlds way,
Among the withered, broken and...
Oppression Of Loneliness
Dust in wind of darkened skies,
Sunlight fading with breaking ties,
Under a single rock waits the endless time,
Thrown away like a petty crime...
just one more time
i will fly to the sun
before my time is done
it is a final song
but one that will be sung
i will sing for the meek
i will speak their silent speak
i will kiss...
Throwing a rock into a pond, usually the mark of someone wondering and thinking of existence lately. Such a way to embrace the reality of which you live in but it's...
The big night had finally arrived
Every parent in town was right there
It was the school's annual occasion
The Kindergarten Mother Goose Fair
Ms. Periwinkle had schooled her...