OK, I didn't write this, but I'll offer it in memory of the very funny , lovely guy who did:
There was a young man called Doherty
Who wrote bloody awful poetry
The lines didn't...
Plenty For Two-
A song I wrote for my friend. We have been through hate, depression, the unknown and pure bliss. I love her to death. She's had it hard. Survived battles I can't...
Remember to smile
A cold wind rushes over me, my winter has begun
My wet cheeks frozen by the breeze, lonely is but one
Then I felt your hand touch my cheek
Wiped my tears and...
I used to try and get song ideas on the spot, which didn't work well, so I then tried to let ideas come to me, but they wouldn't. I don't think I'll ever make it!
As I sit here and take in every word I throw at me I feel my self getting weaker and weaker slowly fading with every word u say u cut a bigger hole in me I can't stop to think why...
Is this all just a dream? Am I trapped inside a box that never opens? I'm in the dark and it's hard to breathe. my lungs are slowly shriveling up. my skin has turned ice cold and I...
warm smiles, tight hugs, endless laughter
has all turned into
dirty looks, middle fingers in the air, and non stop name calling.
where did I fail? what happened?
I have a God.
But he's not like yours.
He doesn't hate gays,
But he does hate wars.
He doesn't have a name,
And he doesn't have a book.
He doesn't want your money,
My God's not a...
I'm standing in the middle of no where. But in my mind I see myself surrounded by mirrors. A mirror shows a reflection but not the beauty of a soul . Who you are is a tiny shining...
My heart has drowned
In forgotten memories that I have found
With tear-stained cheeks
My future looks bleak
Pushed along by a light
I keep what's...
Let the bleeding resume
Your hate is my doom
The end will come soon
I'll make sure to cut deep
And cast myself forevermore unto sleep
Sucks at times
And I like pizza <3
The depths of the stars in the sky could never hide,
The pain, the shame,
That I hide beneath the smile in my eyes,
And the nightmares,
They continue to wake me,
Leaving a trail...
My AfflictionCulled from the quick, dulled by the thick, wild sporadic swarm, like bodies strewn in a storm, spasmodic and caustic like cosmic confection, scattered and tattered...
Do I dare,
to look farther,
Do I dare,
to find hope,
Do I dare,
to peek at the horrible scene unfolding before me,
Being who I am I peek,
My curious eyes looking upon the horror
Blood moon. Blood moon.
Running towards that bloody loon.
Shadows fall across our eyes.
Tonight this torch slowly dies.
Sweet Luna goddess of the night.
Do not leave us to toil...
I can feel this growing in me like a choking plume of gnawing anger and it makes me want to lash out and smash at this darkness engulfing me. Shards of shattered glass and bloody...
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the thing that i want the most is wht cuts me everytime
soo sad to be soo smart, but always fall for the line
knew it was wrong, but still tried to make it right
so i ended up...
Someone very close to me used to write songs and poems for me. He would always capture exactly how I feel in his writing, just by observing my behavior. My favorite memory with him...
I like to write funny poetry like this limerick I made in class during the poetry unit
I once had a cat
He looked like a rat
I took him to school
But he fell in a pool
This is not my poem, but it speaks volumes to me at this point in time.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
I write poetry. I love poetry(:
I like the fact that you can write how you're feeling, that's it's calming, and entertaining. I write mostly dark poetry. I write love poems here...
my nerves are that
of the air itself
numbed by what I find everyday
in a cup of cheap, black coffee,
and a trip into the sunset..
and the original...
Best way to vent. Is writing poetry.
Lots of people have that thing when you just don't like something you've done. I write. Actually, I'm an amateur writer, but I still do it because it calms me down. I don't know if...
When I was severely mentally unstable, I could write poetry. Now that I'm semi-normal, I can't write my beautiful poetry anymore. At first it used to flow without thinking, but now...
I write poetry I love it ...
how you gently weave the words into a wonderful song that only you can hear ... I love poems and poetry I do I feel like it gets out all of my...
I write for different reasons and in...
I've written so many poems, letters, and songs to/for people throughout my life that counting them would be impossible. If you have struck a strong emotion within me you will...
I want to be a writer, I want to write a novel of my own life, but make it fiction and maybe improvise in it to make it much more interesting.
I don't even know if it is exactly poetry, it's more so just pretty sentences that I sometimes write.
Surprised if nothing more,
For nothing is near to enlightenment as I once thought was.
Now it is darkness filled with laughter
With the thrills of a fool...
Creating Poetry is my only escape from a world that doesnt understand.... My words will tell you about my life and how **** it is. Poetry is the only escape....
Sure my poetry is not great but I still make poetry but I keep it a secret because most of it is about my love and lust for my crushes.
I was gonna publish a poetry book but the publisher said no one was into poetry anymore :( It saddened me
I don't really write poetry but love reading it and would like to be able to express myself like poetry hehe
I almost can't stop crafting fictional worlds to live in. I've written 2 100K+ word novels and I just recently started submitting my work into competitions, which of course, only...
I love to write fiction because you can make up stories and I love when I see people read my work and smile.
Writing is my passion, what I want to do in life. I like leaving reality and being somewhere where life is fun. I wish too someday be a writer for television shows.
"this is morning in her arms"
she opens a pack of
sheffield english type number five cigarettes
i rest my head in her lap
as she reads a french newspaper
its raining in paris and...
I do have a dream to be a writer. I have taken some creative writing classes in the past and enjoyed them. I am planning to take more of that type. I also want to take just regular...
"salt sailors song"
gulls and terns spin in the air
as waves lullaby the sleepy dreamers
with grand tales and rich promise of paradise to be
found just over the horizons edge...
Just going through some of my poetry... And I thought I would share some (:
I wrote this poem for the man i loved, my best friend, when he was still with us in this life - R.I.P...
She sits on her bed
Yelling at him through technology
Tears stream down her face
She's close to losing it
She's lost all trust
She's gone forever
Her poor little soul