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 don't really know if it's any good, I wrote simply because I was inspired by a location
Bodies all around
All throughout the trees
And along the...
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'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
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
***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...
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...
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.
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...
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 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...
I don't want to feel invisible.
What do I have to do in order for you to notice me?
In order for me to feel like I exist?
I have to impress, but don't you ever get tired of...
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
Where do you go?
Where do you go when nobody wants you?
When nobody cares and nobody loves you.
Where do you go when everyone hates you?
When everyone hides and tries to get...
Shes like the wind, rushing over my skin sending chills down my spine. Shes like the breeze, whispering through the trees, brushing ever so slightly across my cheek and blowing...
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...
How do you know,
Know that you are in love?
Is it by their laugh,
Their touch ,
Is it by how they make you feel safe?
Is it by how they make you feel...
What happens when you fall in love and can’t get out?
What happens if you never fall in love?
What happens if you don’t know that you have fallen in love?
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...
I write music. Lyrics are poems!
You can listen to my new album here:
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,
It all began when I was ten;
I might of been nine.
When the hands of a thief ran down my spine.
It happened out of nowhere;
I was too afraid to decline.
That was the day;
Here they come again,
The continuous blur I get in my eyes, the strong upsetting feeling when I reminisce about our past, think about our present and hope about our future. When...
Until the night falls, we’re the only ones left
I bet you even know, where we could go
And when it all screws up, you put your head in my hands
It’s a souvenir for when you go...