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
NIGHTLIFE PART I
Spirits wander freely in the fresh crisp air of the moonlit night. Lost souls among us in our ignorant bliss going about our daily lives all the while they are...
The Pancake Tree
A youngling once perched, right on my knee
She pled, Paw-paw tell of the pancake tree
Sit still my pet, don't be a twister
I'll tell the tale once you call for...
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
imprisoned with the motions of her mundane existence
plummeting into endless turmoil masking her true desire
a shell a drone numb outside while her soul screams with undeniable...
First Is Chance, Second By Choice:
It's strange to think that my life has culminated to this one point,
This one moment.
I don't know what drove me to bring her closer,
I'am the daughter of godif you look into my eyesnot only would you see a strong independent womenbut a women with an amazing hearti'll try to fix my mistakesi'll let you in..but...
This poem is called "butterflies in my tummy". I wrote it full heartedly for my boyfriend for our 1 year and 6 month anniversary. Its supposed to be a bit of a ironic comedy full...
I once saw this beautiful girl who looked just like an angel. As she walked toward me, I smiled & wondered what a beautiful girl like her could want with a guy like me. As she...
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...
No matter how far we run,
The past is always there.
Waiting, preparing, sleeping.
A slip of concentration,
And dormant memories
Break the surface of the mind,
One night I dreamt of things so strange
I could hardly believe what I saw
I had fallen back to decadence,
Sleeping with demons once more
Although I saw, I did not believe...
Your chapped lips.
As your arm rests on my boney hips.
Your heart beats so fast.
While mines too slow.
Like summers sun.
And winters snow.
And you glow.
So much brighter then...
The ruins of magic
We fell from the alter of worship like the sandstones of babylon left in archaic ruins to one day be discovered by archaeologists searching for bone and decay...
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...
I can smell the fire in the air and the burning trees. I normally am one not to care, but I know these people have needs. To ignore them, they will despair. People losing homes...
The soft lilac-scented sheets bring me the comfort I seek,
The opaque warmth she provides--
As if she were a leaf floating through the Autumn air.
Revelation of the Daemon Seed
My skin starts to crawl,
As realisation dawns,
Impending. Brutal. Fascinating.
Horrifying, this need in me.
I always thought I was above this want...
Man Stands Above
One day I hope to find,
That which I've lost before.
One day it will be mine,
This feeling I adore.
For no man can claim complete
If his life he lives alone.
In every human's garden
Among the flowers hearty
An unseen fairy circle
Is home to magic parties
Where Unicorns dance in moonlight
While Pixies play on lutes
The Fairy Queen...
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...
there I was standing on the edge of the lake
nothing in sight, only the shadow of my demons practically glimmering in the in the lakes reflection.
nothing to be heard except the...