You twist a knife deep in my soul
And bring my heart to bare.
You betrayed me, brought me to the ground
When I first began to care.
You spit on me and spite me,
You make my life pure Hell.
You've left me here with nothing,
But our horrid, painful tale.
Please, oh please, just leave me!
Oh, just leave me alone!
You've wormed your way so close to me,
Then you cut me to the bone.
So now I'll leave this mess behind.
No, I don't love you anymore.
It's tragic how I hate so much
A brand new poem! I woke up in the middle of the night, looked out my window, and I immediately was overcome with an unusual, but incredible feeling and realization, which inspired me to write this poem. It is nothing like my other work because it doesn't rhyme, doesn't have a clear meaning, and it is true free verse. Despite this, this is one of my favorite and most emotional poems yet. Any comments or suggestions are appreciated very much
"A Glossy Night"
I lay my cheek down upon fro
I wanted to avoid a sad poem today, even though I am feeling a bit blue, so I dug up this old, short one. I wrote it for a an assignment on personification. Unfortunately, it' s not the same when it isn't read aloud. You need a short pause after "blink," but not enough to disrupt the flow of the poem. Anyway, any comments are greatly appreciated.
"The Notebook"
You give me a voice.
What I say is all your choice.
You scribble across my straight, blue lines
Writing notes, prose, verse
I was having some weird feelings, coupled with some philosophical issues a while back, and I wrote this. I know that it may be confusing, but it is how I felt. I don't know if I've lost these thoughts or just supressed them, but I don't feel this way much anymore.
"Nothing"
I'm still in my youth,
Yet I'm older than dust.
Here is the truth:
I'm neither "me" nor "us."
You see, I have grown
Oh so sick and alone.
I've ventured into darkness,
And I've made it my home.
And somewh
Since I was a child, I've had an odd fascination with the dark and macabre, or "grimdark" as our fandom used to call it. I see the beauty and poetry in every tragedy. As a result, I love writers such as Stephen King, Lovecraft, Bret Easton Ellis, and Poe. I also love horror movies. This poem is about my morbid fascination.
"The Darker Side"
Darkness consumes the earth
As the harvest moon bleeds red.
I sit here in the Autumn grass
And live amongst the dead.
I breathe in the chilly
Background:
"Boomer"
Oh, I'm sorry, my brother,
Now that you're gone.
Its been almost a year.
Its been far too long.
Well now, I'd like to say that I miss you,
You were my only true friend
Oh, why'd our time together
Meet such a swift end.
Oh, I know I'd mistreat you
And you'd make so much trouble.
I didn't appreciate you,
And now my life's turned to rubble.
Our time together was the best that I've had.
You were always beside me;
My closest comrade.
I wish
I'm posting these together to conserve space. I hope you like them!
"Dreaming Aloud"
My Hands may be empty,
But my Heart's ever full.
Better poor with my principles,
Than wealthy, but cruel.
One never wins,
And you cannot convince me,
By putting profit before people,
Control over liberty.
My words may seem foolhardy,
But what I say here is true,
Because a man cannot live
Without some kind of truth.
Right always wins,
As the storybooks say;
It require
I found an unfinished poem I had written a while ago, and I decided to finish it. I ended up scrapping everything but the first two lines .
Anyway, this is a love poem. I could probably really write Valentine's Day cards .
As always, any comments or suggestions are very much appreciated. If you have any ideas of what I should write about next, I'd like to hear those as well.
"Show Me Your Heart and I'll Show You the World"
Show me your heart
And I'll show you the world
F
Learn about cinquain's here.
Learn about haiku's here.
Cinquains:
"Winter"
Silent
I gaze out at
The falling snow and rain
Beyond the frosty windowpane.
Winter.
"Spring"
Serene,
The earth is green
As plants begin to sprout
While small creatures scurry about.
Springtime.
"Summer" (Yes, the last line is a reference to Phineas and Ferb)
"School's out!"
The children shout
And run around and play
It's time for us to seize the day.
Summer.
"Autumn"
Now all
Leaves g
This is a love poem about no one in particular. Most of my poetry is kind of sad, but I'm actually a pretty romantic person, though I never really act on it. I don't know exactly why I wrote this exactly, but I hope you like it. Comments are greatly appreciated.
"Your Spirit is Beauty"
Your spirit is beauty
Even more than your eyes,
Which shine with more wonder
Than the crystal blue skies.
You're as gentle as a feather
Falling down through the air,
Which is as soft and fine
This is an elegy that i wrote for a creative writing project. I wrote itit intentionally vague and general sosthat it could apply to many individuals, but I dedicated it to my grandmother who passed away several years ago. As always, comments are greatly appreciated.
"Lost"
You were a beacon above,
A guiding star for me,
But now that you are gone,
I'm lost in misery
It's hard to see the beauty
In either bird or tree
Without your knowing presence
Standi
Poem of the day. I wrote this sitting on a park bench, waiting for a college seminar on a cold October evening. I don't really have much to say about it. As always, comments are always greatly appreciated.
"Indecision"
I never feel happy.
I never feel sad.
I'm content to just drift here,
Amongst the good and the bad.
Like a cloud, I'm blown about
By these turbulent gales.
My life has no purpose;
My journey no trails.
The world gets colder,
And all turns to gray,
While I'
This is one of my earlier poems about taking a defiant attitude towards depression. I wrote it when I was (obviously) kind of depressed. This poem also brings back a bit of nostalgia because many of my earlier poems had a similar structure, in which the entire poem is blocked together in one stanza. Any comments are very much appreciated.
"Dysthymia"
This here's my old friend
Whisperin' in my ear.
You see, he depends
Upon my despair and on my fear.
He tempts me, taunts me, t
This is a poem I wrote for a free- write in my high school creative writing class. I really like how it turned out. It was featured in a local poetry event. Any comments are appreciated.
"Fear"
I am not afraid to die,
For it is inevitable, I cannot deny.
I am not afraid to live.
I will face any challenge it may give.
I don't fear monsters, spirits, or ghosts.
I don't fear beasts from distant coasts.
I don't fear men or their creations.
I don't fear wars with distant nations.
I f
Background:
"A Name"
As my soul doth live
My heart does die.
I can no longer feel,
Only rationalize.
What's a man?
A bundle of faults; all the same!
Why do I even bother
Having a name.
You don't name your hammer,
Nor your nails or your screws,
Yet I have a name,
Though I'm just a tool.
People see me,
"Oh, how helpful he'll be!
He's not a human
With thoughts, feelings, and needs."
Now I'm sorry,
No, I don't mean to complain,
But you left me with you
I don't really have a Christmas poem to post, though I originally wanted to write one specifically for MLPForums, so I figured I'd at least post one that was kind of happy. This is a short poem I wrote for an assignment in my high school creative writing class (I believe it had something to do with rhyme, but I'm not sure). It was featured at a local art event last May, and it has been published in a poetry compilation.
"Happiness"
What does it mean to be happy?
What does this
Here's a poem I wrote whle the semester was still in session. I haven't been able to use the computer much lately so I haven't been able to post poetry in a while.
"The Truly Hopeless Romantic"
Oh, I can't wait to see you!
Oh, I love you, my dear!
When I'm with you I never feel sadness or fear
My passion is endless
My heart is so true
And all of these feelings are directed at you!
Your hair, soft as feathers
On some majestical bird.
Your lips are just beauty,
And
Background:
Here's a short review of it from WritersInk if you want to read it.
Here's the poem:
"Waiting"
I shall be waiting for you here
'Til even Death dies,
The Universe shatters
and the lights fill my eyes.
I'd dream of you daily
If I could sleep with you gone,
But, no, I must wait here
And sit here alone.
I know not the Devil,
Or God in the air,
Who can make me leave you.
Anything I shall bear.
Oh, love, I love you.
Oh, your soul
Coping
Today I saw
What I've always feared.
I looked in the mirror,
And my mind swiftly cleared.
Darkened circles
Below sunken-in eyes,
Red with fatigue,
And blackened with lies.
My hair spread 'bout wildly,
Face covered in stubble
I cupped my face in my hands,
Knowing I was in trouble.
My soul left to die,
Preserved only in words
Shared for attention.
Oh, it's all so absurd!
Today I must face it.
I know I must try.
So I thought of you, darling;
I sat down and
