hey this is a poem i wrote which can be said as a song also:
what you don't know about me is
what you won't know about me is
that you own a piece of my heart
my heart not hers or his
it's important you understand this
it's not all about one kiss
it's not all about one kiss or two
it's about owning a piece of you
a piece that can understand
i mean neither lips nor hand
but a much more precious part
obviously your heart.
well i actually wrote four poems lately this is the best one, hope you liked it.
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Hey, Its me again. I havent written in a while, so I thought I'd add another poem. Sorry if this offends anyone.
TEEN ANGST
Lets write:
Shall we conform to the formula?
I am a teenager, so are you,
So I read the poetry you have written:
Raw emotion, Inspirational, personal,
From the heart.
Written so no-one can escape the clichés:
“Be who you are”
“A suicide no-one heard”
“I will always love you”
Repeat the same formula,
The same clichés,
The same emotions, inspirations,
The same heart, the same author,
Who would think otherwise?
The trees stare through your window,
Silently weeping, forsaken in prose, poetry:
“A suicide no-one heard”
Do they care? Do they expiate apoplexy?
Of course- however ignored
“Be who you are”
Yes, be yourself- however
If you were the self you wrote
about from your “heart”,
You’d be dead.
Teen angst?
Not likely
-thesolitaryone-
TEEN ANGST
Lets write:
Shall we conform to the formula?
I am a teenager, so are you,
So I read the poetry you have written:
Raw emotion, Inspirational, personal,
From the heart.
Written so no-one can escape the clichés:
“Be who you are”
“A suicide no-one heard”
“I will always love you”
Repeat the same formula,
The same clichés,
The same emotions, inspirations,
The same heart, the same author,
Who would think otherwise?
The trees stare through your window,
Silently weeping, forsaken in prose, poetry:
“A suicide no-one heard”
Do they care? Do they expiate apoplexy?
Of course- however ignored
“Be who you are”
Yes, be yourself- however
If you were the self you wrote
about from your “heart”,
You’d be dead.
Teen angst?
Not likely
-thesolitaryone-
Okay. I'm going to be in the Norwegian radio on Sunday. That freaks me out. The reason? I'm going to read a poem I've written. That freaks me out even more. It's written in Norwegian, but I'll translate it into English, so that you can read it.
Delete
Friendship is like a document on the computer,
You can delete it.
But you always have the chance to go to the Recycle Bin
and save it again.
In our case, someone pressed the "Empty Recycle Bin"
before we had the chance to do this.
Okay, so it's better in Norwegian, and that's the reason why I wrote it in Norwegian as well.
Delete
Friendship is like a document on the computer,
You can delete it.
But you always have the chance to go to the Recycle Bin
and save it again.
In our case, someone pressed the "Empty Recycle Bin"
before we had the chance to do this.
Okay, so it's better in Norwegian, and that's the reason why I wrote it in Norwegian as well.
Congratulations, Caoo! What channel is this going to be on, and at what time? Could I see the Norwegian version? How did you get to recite it on radio... did you win a prize?
Congratulations again... being on radio isn't too bad. Just concentrate on your subject; the rest will take care of itself!
Annie
Congratulations again... being on radio isn't too bad. Just concentrate on your subject; the rest will take care of itself!
Annie
That's brilliant Caoo. Congratulations. Lol don't worry about a thing. No one can see you so you don't need to worry about how you look and stuff. You just need to concentrate on the poem and like Bumblebee said, the rest will come. But congratulations.
Aww, thanks, you're the best 
It's on a a channel called NRK P2, it's on Sunday 5 pm (Norwegian time). In a Norwegian newspaper there is something called "Si ;D", where youth can speak up, say their opinion. I always read that page, and when the leaders of it came up with the idea og "Si ;D-poetry" (the name says it all, right?
), I just couldn't let the chance pass, so I sent in a bunch of poems. They're going to make a book out of it, and there is 68 poems out of 700 who are going to be in this book. Three of them are mine. Tomorrow at 1 pm they're going to publish this book.
Only hours ago this newpaper called me, and asked me if I wanted to read the poem Delete on the radio on Sunday, and of course I wanted to. And after I've read the poem, they're going to ask me a lot of questions, like, "Why did you write this poem? Did it happen to you? Why did you and your friend have a fight?". It's sort of personal, so it's gonna be embarrassing, but as long as no one can see my face turn from white to dark red, I'm fine with it
The Norwegian version is like this:
Vennskap er som et dokument på datamaskinen,
du kan slette det.
Men du har alltids sjansen til å gå til papirkassa
hente det opp igjen og lagre det.
I vårt tilfelle trykka noen på "Tøm Papirkassa"
før vi fikk sjansen til det.
I'm going to be nervous, but when they choose your poem out of 700, you have to say yes, right? It's going to be fun, though. Once in a life time experience *squee*
Thanks again, it means the world to me
It's on a a channel called NRK P2, it's on Sunday 5 pm (Norwegian time). In a Norwegian newspaper there is something called "Si ;D", where youth can speak up, say their opinion. I always read that page, and when the leaders of it came up with the idea og "Si ;D-poetry" (the name says it all, right?
), I just couldn't let the chance pass, so I sent in a bunch of poems. They're going to make a book out of it, and there is 68 poems out of 700 who are going to be in this book. Three of them are mine. Tomorrow at 1 pm they're going to publish this book.Only hours ago this newpaper called me, and asked me if I wanted to read the poem Delete on the radio on Sunday, and of course I wanted to. And after I've read the poem, they're going to ask me a lot of questions, like, "Why did you write this poem? Did it happen to you? Why did you and your friend have a fight?". It's sort of personal, so it's gonna be embarrassing, but as long as no one can see my face turn from white to dark red, I'm fine with it
The Norwegian version is like this:
Vennskap er som et dokument på datamaskinen,
du kan slette det.
Men du har alltids sjansen til å gå til papirkassa
hente det opp igjen og lagre det.
I vårt tilfelle trykka noen på "Tøm Papirkassa"
før vi fikk sjansen til det.
I'm going to be nervous, but when they choose your poem out of 700, you have to say yes, right?
It's going to be fun, though. Once in a life time experience *squee*Thanks again, it means the world to me
First of all- Congratulations to Caoo! That's wonderful!
This is one of my inspirational poems that I write to lighten myself up! *deep breath* I've never posted poetry before so I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and could you give me your reviews? Good or bad.
(But preferable good 
)
Ok I'm ready for anything!
This is one of my inspirational poems that I write to lighten myself up! *deep breath* I've never posted poetry before so I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and could you give me your reviews? Good or bad.
(But preferable good ) Just You
Weakness is not a feeling
It's a state of being
There is not lower state
Then to stand at hell's gate
But if that truely is your fate
you must try to see
a greater joy, a greater feeling
that has a bigger meaning
No matter how crushed
defeated or lost you feels
You must always realize
There is more to a person
than meets the eye
There has to be some flicker of light
Try to see it with all your might
Because every tear you cry
Is your soul reflected in your eye
No one should carry the world on their back
because there are certainly no qualities you lack
I'm perfectly content with you.
Weakness is not a feeling
It's a state of being
There is not lower state
Then to stand at hell's gate
But if that truely is your fate
you must try to see
a greater joy, a greater feeling
that has a bigger meaning
No matter how crushed
defeated or lost you feels
You must always realize
There is more to a person
than meets the eye
There has to be some flicker of light
Try to see it with all your might
Because every tear you cry
Is your soul reflected in your eye
No one should carry the world on their back
because there are certainly no qualities you lack
I'm perfectly content with you.
Ok I'm ready for anything!
Well i haven't posted anything in awhile so here's a couple of poems that i just wrote
Discovery
To a dear friend a thought you might
need to know here's a secret that
nowon else knows i affaid of myself
and the secrets i hold beacuse they
might hurt someday when i'm old
you and me friends to the end
no matter what you've been
there for years even when i was
scared you have always been by my
side day and night but soon this friendship
might come to an end but still i will
always rember you as my closest
friend so here's the truth that no won else
knows my secret is...that i'm bi
Lovely
Just you there you are in my arms
and as i look into your eyes i
finnaly relize the truth of the matter
is i think your lovely,smart sweet
and bubbly i know this sounds lame
but it's the truth all the same your just right
there and as i stare into your eyes
i relize i've already known the truth
in your eyez and the sweetness
of your simle and your eyes are always
full of grace so as i look into your
eyes i relize your lovely all the same.
Oh and Hilly i love your poem!It's really good and could
somebody reveiw mine?I would appreatie it.
Discovery
To a dear friend a thought you might
need to know here's a secret that
nowon else knows i affaid of myself
and the secrets i hold beacuse they
might hurt someday when i'm old
you and me friends to the end
no matter what you've been
there for years even when i was
scared you have always been by my
side day and night but soon this friendship
might come to an end but still i will
always rember you as my closest
friend so here's the truth that no won else
knows my secret is...that i'm bi
Lovely
Just you there you are in my arms
and as i look into your eyes i
finnaly relize the truth of the matter
is i think your lovely,smart sweet
and bubbly i know this sounds lame
but it's the truth all the same your just right
there and as i stare into your eyes
i relize i've already known the truth
in your eyez and the sweetness
of your simle and your eyes are always
full of grace so as i look into your
eyes i relize your lovely all the same.
Oh and Hilly i love your poem!It's really good and could
somebody reveiw mine?I would appreatie it.
Hey guys. Thought I'd share this one with you. It's by myself, both in English and in a language I made up for a story I'm writing. Hope you like.
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First the English:
Moonlight falls on a distant lake
Under the eaves of a dark, sweeping wood
The rays of silver painting gossamer ladders to the stars
Eternal stars
Eternal fire
Wind shakes the leaves
Rustles in the boughs and scatters the ladders
A shadow creeps
The mountains listen
And a bird takes to wing
Whispers, secrets breathed from leaf to leaf
Of the beautiful stars and the moon
A swan sings among the scattered silver on the waters
Eternal stars
Eternal wind
Wind shakes the leaves
Rustling in the boughs and scatters the ladders
A shadow creeps
The mountains listen
And a bird takes to wing
The night falls silent, still falls the lake
The moon hides his face and the mountains continue in their dream
The shadow with great flapping wings passes over the waters
Eternal stars
Eternal waters
Wind shook the leaves
Rustled in the boughs and scattered the ladders
A shadow crept
The mountains listened
And a bird took to wing
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Now the first two stanzas in the language I call Asarin:
Se jarKHa filk dellom’silíyë velênet
Ad cæmbul færn’ibus gârad-hôram
Agám’en cimíl’ibus tirádhon’en da’mírsæ édhred-édhred sáqet
Mírsæ ibénen
Âsh ibén
RûKH monýaden aruáret
Be’abrûk’en dîbli’et ê tirádhon’en’qe KHâjadhet
Utôm okáZHdet
Hârinæ sash’qîv
Ê omalyós ftáKH peryánit
HuóZHdæ, anarîyæ k’monýad-monýad u-hôZHar
Mirsáedibus aléntæ dellòm’ibus’qe
Gafrûr áyaKH cimíl-u-hâradh se míyamen nahádet
Mírsæ ibénen
RûKH ibén
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Here's another:
(inspired by a forum I visited ages ago.
Wererabbits(improvised)
Once upon a sullen moon
the little bunnies met their doom
So strange and fearsome was the tale
with laughter as a laughing gale
as the little creatures stole
into their tiny rabbit hole
along came in a can like wieners
a nordic host of wacumcleaners
it came to be just as it must
much like a cold icelandic gust
sent by I Peed in the Snow
the evil wind, the souls did blow
and still the sullen moon
gazed on the tiny rabbits doom
until a gleaming caravan
revealed a shabby ottoman
on it sat Anita Blake
among the cleaners she did rake
for that she brought her little helpers
a bunch of smurves and songs and Seltzer's
Alas, the 'cleaners did succeed
in sowing out their rotten seed
of evil apples, it appeared
Anita and the world, they feared
the horrid transformation,
most unholy incarnation
by the moonlight in its dismal gleam
a final, chilling scream
a thousand souls were shaken
the rabbits had awaken
but not in their usual shape
now shut your mouth and do not gape
they'd earned this preffix with all honor
WERE-Rabbits from now, Madonna!
Anita Blake as it would happen
was ultimately glad of this new weapon
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First the English:
Moonlight falls on a distant lake
Under the eaves of a dark, sweeping wood
The rays of silver painting gossamer ladders to the stars
Eternal stars
Eternal fire
Wind shakes the leaves
Rustles in the boughs and scatters the ladders
A shadow creeps
The mountains listen
And a bird takes to wing
Whispers, secrets breathed from leaf to leaf
Of the beautiful stars and the moon
A swan sings among the scattered silver on the waters
Eternal stars
Eternal wind
Wind shakes the leaves
Rustling in the boughs and scatters the ladders
A shadow creeps
The mountains listen
And a bird takes to wing
The night falls silent, still falls the lake
The moon hides his face and the mountains continue in their dream
The shadow with great flapping wings passes over the waters
Eternal stars
Eternal waters
Wind shook the leaves
Rustled in the boughs and scattered the ladders
A shadow crept
The mountains listened
And a bird took to wing
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Now the first two stanzas in the language I call Asarin:
Se jarKHa filk dellom’silíyë velênet
Ad cæmbul færn’ibus gârad-hôram
Agám’en cimíl’ibus tirádhon’en da’mírsæ édhred-édhred sáqet
Mírsæ ibénen
Âsh ibén
RûKH monýaden aruáret
Be’abrûk’en dîbli’et ê tirádhon’en’qe KHâjadhet
Utôm okáZHdet
Hârinæ sash’qîv
Ê omalyós ftáKH peryánit
HuóZHdæ, anarîyæ k’monýad-monýad u-hôZHar
Mirsáedibus aléntæ dellòm’ibus’qe
Gafrûr áyaKH cimíl-u-hâradh se míyamen nahádet
Mírsæ ibénen
RûKH ibén
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Here's another:
(inspired by a forum I visited ages ago.
Wererabbits(improvised)
Once upon a sullen moon
the little bunnies met their doom
So strange and fearsome was the tale
with laughter as a laughing gale
as the little creatures stole
into their tiny rabbit hole
along came in a can like wieners
a nordic host of wacumcleaners
it came to be just as it must
much like a cold icelandic gust
sent by I Peed in the Snow
the evil wind, the souls did blow
and still the sullen moon
gazed on the tiny rabbits doom
until a gleaming caravan
revealed a shabby ottoman
on it sat Anita Blake
among the cleaners she did rake
for that she brought her little helpers
a bunch of smurves and songs and Seltzer's
Alas, the 'cleaners did succeed
in sowing out their rotten seed
of evil apples, it appeared
Anita and the world, they feared
the horrid transformation,
most unholy incarnation
by the moonlight in its dismal gleam
a final, chilling scream
a thousand souls were shaken
the rabbits had awaken
but not in their usual shape
now shut your mouth and do not gape
they'd earned this preffix with all honor
WERE-Rabbits from now, Madonna!
Anita Blake as it would happen
was ultimately glad of this new weapon
I have only ever wrote one poem on this thread (Page 3, 'Do You Ever') and now I don't think I'll bother again because you all are really really good at this, well done to everyone who has posted!...Okay, I'm nothing compared to everyone else on this thread but I'm going to post some because I don't want to do my homework 
well here's my attempt...
*…But I am me*
The same like two peas in a pod
but different like the fingerprints your hands and mine.
You call me the same as her
but I am me.
You'll make a mistake like on a school exam,
if you call me the same as her.
Our personalities are poles apart but both scream,
but I am me.
The words of everyone around,
grit my teeth through one lie twisting into another.
From my tongue…not hers, they both speak,
but I am me.
You hear the same laugh like a Hyena,
but they are worlds apart much more then you think.
From my laugh lines…not hers, they crease saying,
but I am me.
You see us both like a mirror you say,
but you couldn't match us to exact symmetry.
From my eyes…not hers, they glint uttering,
but I am me.
You ask us questions like press on Hollywood stars,
but they give shocking answers unlike what you wanted.
From my heart…not hers, their different but both beat,
but I'm me.
The same like two peas in a pod
but different like the fingerprints your hands and mine.
You call me the same as her
but I am me.
(Poem about being a twin)
ear's another one...
*Disappearing*
Do you hear me?
I hear you,
disappearing into the distance.
Do you see me?
I see you,
disappearing far away.
Do you know me?
I know you,
disappearing away from me.
But your still there?
There, with them,
disappearing into the distance.
Your still here?
But I'm the one disappearing,
disappearing far away.
and another one...
*Me*
The girl you never noticed.
You may have seen me,
but you wasn't seeing.
The girl you never cared about.
You may have comforted me,
but you wasn't comforting.
I'm a girl who woke up one day,
thinking my life is nothing.
I don't know it,
neither does anybody else.
I don't remember it,
Gone somewhere unknown.
Oh so you may have paid some notice.
So maybe you weren't blind,
but you surely haven't paid some notice,
to the troubles that I hide.
Oh so you may have cared.
So maybe you weren't unable to feel,
but you surely haven't cared,
about the sorrows that I conceal.
The girl who screams for help,
yet no-one hears.
The girl who shrieks for her identity,
yet no-one tells.
The girl who yells for her past,
yet no-one hears and no-one tells.
The girl who,
is me.
Told you, didn't I? Others are way better then these 3...
well here's my attempt...*…But I am me*
The same like two peas in a pod
but different like the fingerprints your hands and mine.
You call me the same as her
but I am me.
You'll make a mistake like on a school exam,
if you call me the same as her.
Our personalities are poles apart but both scream,
but I am me.
The words of everyone around,
grit my teeth through one lie twisting into another.
From my tongue…not hers, they both speak,
but I am me.
You hear the same laugh like a Hyena,
but they are worlds apart much more then you think.
From my laugh lines…not hers, they crease saying,
but I am me.
You see us both like a mirror you say,
but you couldn't match us to exact symmetry.
From my eyes…not hers, they glint uttering,
but I am me.
You ask us questions like press on Hollywood stars,
but they give shocking answers unlike what you wanted.
From my heart…not hers, their different but both beat,
but I'm me.
The same like two peas in a pod
but different like the fingerprints your hands and mine.
You call me the same as her
but I am me.
(Poem about being a twin)
ear's another one...
*Disappearing*
Do you hear me?
I hear you,
disappearing into the distance.
Do you see me?
I see you,
disappearing far away.
Do you know me?
I know you,
disappearing away from me.
But your still there?
There, with them,
disappearing into the distance.
Your still here?
But I'm the one disappearing,
disappearing far away.
and another one...
*Me*
The girl you never noticed.
You may have seen me,
but you wasn't seeing.
The girl you never cared about.
You may have comforted me,
but you wasn't comforting.
I'm a girl who woke up one day,
thinking my life is nothing.
I don't know it,
neither does anybody else.
I don't remember it,
Gone somewhere unknown.
Oh so you may have paid some notice.
So maybe you weren't blind,
but you surely haven't paid some notice,
to the troubles that I hide.
Oh so you may have cared.
So maybe you weren't unable to feel,
but you surely haven't cared,
about the sorrows that I conceal.
The girl who screams for help,
yet no-one hears.
The girl who shrieks for her identity,
yet no-one tells.
The girl who yells for her past,
yet no-one hears and no-one tells.
The girl who,
is me.
Told you, didn't I? Others are way better then these 3...
Really good poems! Congratulations! We have so many writters here! ^^
I always write poems, but they are in Portuguese, so, if I translate, they would be a bit strange. One day I will try to write something in English and then I put here.
I always write poems, but they are in Portuguese, so, if I translate, they would be a bit strange. One day I will try to write something in English and then I put here.
forigen(sp?) poems are always amazing they have a romatic feel to them.
this littile bit of arrogance hre is currently untitled, but its a bit of a brainchild of mine.
its not hte full thing, just the first half.
tell me watchya think.
Demo Name: I can spell 80085 with a calculatorfone...kthxbye.
753, can't you see?
these keys press, diagonally.
if they were an area code
then 341, lets get it done baby, let's get it done!
bounicng off the circulatary copper methic walls
in a high desstruction.
911, lets hit the digitalized gunmen with the mouse.
Click it good baby, its time to click it right, and save that target as...
a textical output.
ding dong ditch the witch is dead
cannot find the square root value key.
hit tab, again again again!
Enter doesn't work.
Control the alternate, and delete this source again!
circuit boards, are made of words, and plastic things.
texical, instruments, of reason.
thinking, we're thinking solar powered chars are useless in this type of cockfight.
Graphical User Interface isn't what its made up to be, baby...
it has a true place to stand, in Coffee Corner City.
hit up that latte! JAVA!
ding dong ditch the witch is dead
cannot find the square root value key.
hit tab, again again again!
Enter doesn't work.
Control the alternate, and delete this source again
remotes.. press record.
so you won't miss your
survivor.
remotes on, press button, press button, press button!
won't miss a glance, a passing chance, at survivor!
341, press on, press dial!
this littile bit of arrogance hre is currently untitled, but its a bit of a brainchild of mine.
its not hte full thing, just the first half.
tell me watchya think.
Demo Name: I can spell 80085 with a calculatorfone...kthxbye.
753, can't you see?
these keys press, diagonally.
if they were an area code
then 341, lets get it done baby, let's get it done!
bounicng off the circulatary copper methic walls
in a high desstruction.
911, lets hit the digitalized gunmen with the mouse.
Click it good baby, its time to click it right, and save that target as...
a textical output.
ding dong ditch the witch is dead
cannot find the square root value key.
hit tab, again again again!
Enter doesn't work.
Control the alternate, and delete this source again!
circuit boards, are made of words, and plastic things.
texical, instruments, of reason.
thinking, we're thinking solar powered chars are useless in this type of cockfight.
Graphical User Interface isn't what its made up to be, baby...
it has a true place to stand, in Coffee Corner City.
hit up that latte! JAVA!
ding dong ditch the witch is dead
cannot find the square root value key.
hit tab, again again again!
Enter doesn't work.
Control the alternate, and delete this source again
remotes.. press record.
so you won't miss your
survivor.
remotes on, press button, press button, press button!
won't miss a glance, a passing chance, at survivor!
341, press on, press dial!
I know my songs can't be compared to yours but considering the fact that I'm not English , i believe they make sense. So, here's one i call (I do nothing) But write
Here we go:
Something about me, tells me I'm cursed
While others believe that I am blessed
Imagination is the source of my creation
It leads me to the way
Of another wicked day
I can dream what I can't say
It's so hard to stay away
I can't play again this game
While I'm trapped in my shame
And i can't take one more breath
That will bring me close to death
Something about me leads to my destruction
Is it frustration or is it corruption?
My word proves to be my sword
It makes me slaughter
The world's purest daughter
I can dream what I can't say
It's so hard to stay away
I can't play again this game
While I'm trapped in my shame
And i can't take one more breath
That will bring me close to death
I can sing without a voice
But do I ever have a choice?
But I can't write without a hand
(it's like) Building a castle in the sand
I can dream what I can't say
It's so hard to stay away
I can't play again this game
While I'm trapped in my shame
And i can't take one more breath
That will bring me close to death
I hope you like it...
Here we go:
Something about me, tells me I'm cursed
While others believe that I am blessed
Imagination is the source of my creation
It leads me to the way
Of another wicked day
I can dream what I can't say
It's so hard to stay away
I can't play again this game
While I'm trapped in my shame
And i can't take one more breath
That will bring me close to death
Something about me leads to my destruction
Is it frustration or is it corruption?
My word proves to be my sword
It makes me slaughter
The world's purest daughter
I can dream what I can't say
It's so hard to stay away
I can't play again this game
While I'm trapped in my shame
And i can't take one more breath
That will bring me close to death
I can sing without a voice
But do I ever have a choice?
But I can't write without a hand
(it's like) Building a castle in the sand
I can dream what I can't say
It's so hard to stay away
I can't play again this game
While I'm trapped in my shame
And i can't take one more breath
That will bring me close to death
I hope you like it...
WOW Thats really good! All of them are!I dont write songs, but I do write poems...they're not very good but I try...this is one I wrote after I watched Pirates of the Caribbean lol...its kinda long so get ready:
A Pirate's Life for Me
Shiver me timbers!
There be pirates ahead
Ye who stand in their way
Quickly go join the dead
Ahoy, matey!
See how the ship glides?
Through huge swells and storms
Waves crashing its sides
Land ho!
The shout from above
Symbolizes the coastlines
They've all come to love
Argh- what be that up ahead?
An advancing black ship!
Swords are drawn, the men pace
With taut grins on their lips
Aye, avast!
The pirates shout from the deck
They anticipate knives
Being slit across necks
Load the cannons!
Are the captain's orders
As he thinks up a strategy
Below in his quarters
Aye Aye, Sir!
The men scurry to work
As the black ship draws nearer
Abruptly halting with a jerk
What is this?
The men are puzzled and worried
Glancing at the black ship
Why hasn't it hurried?
The captain is summoned
And he has a plan
It is eagerly whispered
To every man
"Savvy?" he asks
And the pirates all nod
Each secretly saying a
Small prayer to God
The guns are aimed
"Be strong boys, be steady!"
Courage fills the men
And they know that they're ready
CRASH! BANG! BOOM!
The battle begins
Each side fighting valiantly
So that their crew will win
Ahhhhh!!!
Bullets fly though the air
A fire's blazing, and the sails
Are beginning to tear
Men swoop and stab
And slash away
Many are wounded
And die where they lay
Holes appear on the boats
And the cannons are steaming
But the pirates are exhilarated
See their eyes gleaming
The sun starts to set
And the black ship retreats
The men whoop and holler
Overjoyed by their feat
Drink up, me hearties!
Rum's passed around
'Til every last pirates
Asleep on the ground
"Yo Ho" the Captain whispers
His face shining with glee
"Nothing else could take its place-
It's a Pirates Life for Me!"
This is one I wrote about Harry Potter and Hogwarts and all that, its not very good but I was bored one day lol.
“Hogwarts”
Witches on broomsticks, cauldrons and spells,
Hogwarts holds secrets it may never tell.
Going to classes, learning to fly,
Having so much fun, time races by.
Avoiding old Filch, making new friends,
Dreading the day when the magic will end.
Falling in love, get your first kiss,
Man, there are so many things you will miss!
Being in the Tournament, running through the maze,
You-Know-Who is back, leaving you in a daze.
Peeves the poltergeist running us ragged,
Learning ‘bout monsters from our good friend Hagrid.
Having a duel, shooting a jinx,
Still desperately trying to work out the kinks.
Oh no you got caught! Detention for you,
It ain’t so bad if you’ve got Ron with you too.
Writing out essays, getting all “whiny”,
But she’s helping us finish-we love you, Hermione!
History of Magic makes you feel so tired,
But a Quidditch game makes you excited and wired!
Catching the Snitch, winning the game,
Everyone’s cheering, and yelling your name.
What’s that, a dementor? You fall off your broom,
And find yourself lying in the hospital room.
Injuries happen, and often it’s true,
Pain is no mysterious stranger to you.
Like when Dobby’s rough bludger caused your broken arm,
He was only trying to keep you from harm!
Or when McLaggen shot a bludger right at your head,
That cracked your skull; “Off the team!” you said.
But Quidditch isn’t the only thing that makes your life fun,
Sitting near the lake, basking in the sun.
Going to Hogsmeade, and buying some treats,
Getting a butterbeer warms you in your seat.
All thanks to Sirius, who signed on the slip,
And writes daily letters that make your heart flip.
He’s almost like the dad that you never knew,
Someone who cares about what happens to you.
So when he died, a part of you died, too.
And you swore revenge on You-Know-Who.
The Weasleys are nice; they invite you to stay,
For the length of the summer holiday.
Mrs. Weasley is awesome, she cooks like a pro,
The ache of hunger is gone-you will hate to go.
Before you leave, you think about fat Dudley,
And what he looked like when he ate the Ton Tongue Toffee!
You roar with laughter, shaking your head,
Kudos to you, George and Fred!
In Diagon Alley, shopping for school things,
Newt tails, and beetle eyes, and dusty bat wings.
Then you see Malfoy, and you grope for your wand,
You see Ron do the same, you’re taking a stand!
But he merely leers, and flashes a finger,
You hurry away-not wanting to linger.
Go get some school robes, cuz yours are too short,
Buy them from an elderly witch with a wart.
Back at the Weasleys, packing your trunk,
Searching under the bed for all of your junk.
Petting your owl, putting her in her cage,
Fred and George are Apparating-they are of age.
Hugging goodbye, getting ready to go,
Smiling at Mrs. Weasley who is paler than snow.
Smiling back sadly, tears in her eyes,
Wiping them away-she doesn’t want to cry.
Stepping in the fire, spinning away,
You’re going back to their house for Christmas to stay!
Getting out of the fireplace, coughing out ash,
Up to the Great Hall and feast you dash.
After the feast, you go up to your room,
It’s empty for now-quiet as a tomb.
You go up to bed, and fall fast asleep,
Dreaming sweet dreams that you cannot keep.
For in the morning, you remember them not,
You only know the classes you’ve got.
Go down and have breakfast, then scurry to class,
Don’t want to be late, so you try to go fast.
Learning ‘bout magic, and old history,
You smile and think “THIS is the place to be!”
“Hogwarts”
Witches on broomsticks, cauldrons and spells,
Hogwarts holds secrets it may never tell.
Going to classes, learning to fly,
Having so much fun, time races by.
Avoiding old Filch, making new friends,
Dreading the day when the magic will end.
Falling in love, get your first kiss,
Man, there are so many things you will miss!
Being in the Tournament, running through the maze,
You-Know-Who is back, leaving you in a daze.
Peeves the poltergeist running us ragged,
Learning ‘bout monsters from our good friend Hagrid.
Having a duel, shooting a jinx,
Still desperately trying to work out the kinks.
Oh no you got caught! Detention for you,
It ain’t so bad if you’ve got Ron with you too.
Writing out essays, getting all “whiny”,
But she’s helping us finish-we love you, Hermione!
History of Magic makes you feel so tired,
But a Quidditch game makes you excited and wired!
Catching the Snitch, winning the game,
Everyone’s cheering, and yelling your name.
What’s that, a dementor? You fall off your broom,
And find yourself lying in the hospital room.
Injuries happen, and often it’s true,
Pain is no mysterious stranger to you.
Like when Dobby’s rough bludger caused your broken arm,
He was only trying to keep you from harm!
Or when McLaggen shot a bludger right at your head,
That cracked your skull; “Off the team!” you said.
But Quidditch isn’t the only thing that makes your life fun,
Sitting near the lake, basking in the sun.
Going to Hogsmeade, and buying some treats,
Getting a butterbeer warms you in your seat.
All thanks to Sirius, who signed on the slip,
And writes daily letters that make your heart flip.
He’s almost like the dad that you never knew,
Someone who cares about what happens to you.
So when he died, a part of you died, too.
And you swore revenge on You-Know-Who.
The Weasleys are nice; they invite you to stay,
For the length of the summer holiday.
Mrs. Weasley is awesome, she cooks like a pro,
The ache of hunger is gone-you will hate to go.
Before you leave, you think about fat Dudley,
And what he looked like when he ate the Ton Tongue Toffee!
You roar with laughter, shaking your head,
Kudos to you, George and Fred!
In Diagon Alley, shopping for school things,
Newt tails, and beetle eyes, and dusty bat wings.
Then you see Malfoy, and you grope for your wand,
You see Ron do the same, you’re taking a stand!
But he merely leers, and flashes a finger,
You hurry away-not wanting to linger.
Go get some school robes, cuz yours are too short,
Buy them from an elderly witch with a wart.
Back at the Weasleys, packing your trunk,
Searching under the bed for all of your junk.
Petting your owl, putting her in her cage,
Fred and George are Apparating-they are of age.
Hugging goodbye, getting ready to go,
Smiling at Mrs. Weasley who is paler than snow.
Smiling back sadly, tears in her eyes,
Wiping them away-she doesn’t want to cry.
Stepping in the fire, spinning away,
You’re going back to their house for Christmas to stay!
Getting out of the fireplace, coughing out ash,
Up to the Great Hall and feast you dash.
After the feast, you go up to your room,
It’s empty for now-quiet as a tomb.
You go up to bed, and fall fast asleep,
Dreaming sweet dreams that you cannot keep.
For in the morning, you remember them not,
You only know the classes you’ve got.
Go down and have breakfast, then scurry to class,
Don’t want to be late, so you try to go fast.
Learning ‘bout magic, and old history,
You smile and think “THIS is the place to be!”
This is a Poem i wrote recently after the loss of my grandma, its called ' Let It Just be a Dream'
Everyday i see your face,
In a dream, In a place,
I wake up wanting to hear your Voice,
If only i had a choice.
I miss your laugh, I miss your smile,
When we used to meet every once in a while,
You gave me so much happiness and Joy,
As i was the only one not a boy.
If only i had one more day,
Where we could laugh and play,
I wish i could have told you what i feel,
How much i'd miss you, How long it'd take for my heart to heal.
Everyday i see your face,
In a dream, In a place,
I wake up wanting to hear your Voice,
If only i had a choice.
I miss your laugh, I miss your smile,
When we used to meet every once in a while,
You gave me so much happiness and Joy,
As i was the only one not a boy.
If only i had one more day,
Where we could laugh and play,
I wish i could have told you what i feel,
How much i'd miss you, How long it'd take for my heart to heal.
[color=#CC33CC]hey peoples i read most of your poems they are really really good.um this is my first shot at this,so let me know what you think to it.
You think it but its not true
i really dont want to do this
the thought of this makes me blue
and it also makes me feel ****ed
all of the milkshakes,ice-creams
none of this will never be missed
all of this just feels like crazy dreams
im just so close to fainting
i feel like im just on the edge
its like an unrealistic painting
i know im just dodging around the hedge
this isnt just some passing thing
im soon going to fall from this invisible ledge
theres no more straight seeing
its all so unbelieveable
nobody pays any attention
its so easy so doable
no-one will even make mention
now its so seeable
theres quiet alot of tension
but its just so forgetable
by shy
You think it but its not true
i really dont want to do this
the thought of this makes me blue
and it also makes me feel ****ed
all of the milkshakes,ice-creams
none of this will never be missed
all of this just feels like crazy dreams
im just so close to fainting
i feel like im just on the edge
its like an unrealistic painting
i know im just dodging around the hedge
this isnt just some passing thing
im soon going to fall from this invisible ledge
theres no more straight seeing
its all so unbelieveable
nobody pays any attention
its so easy so doable
no-one will even make mention
now its so seeable
theres quiet alot of tension
but its just so forgetable
by shy
right well i have shocked myself... why i haven't been here before i don't know!!
well this might be slightly annoying for the rest of you here on this poems thread but i don't want to leave anyone out and i don't want to prasie some and not others...
poetry needs time and dedication so therefore i am going to slowly work my way through the poems… and I am going to review them, hopefully no one will have a go at me for this because I think you all deserve reviews! Sorry if this does annoy any of you!
lozza-cm: the poem you put in your first post, the one your cousin wrote well this is what i think...
bloody hell! i really like it! well it's just the pace of the whole thing, the fact that it ryhmes on each line and flows really well. but it's like at the same time (if look deeper) it is quite emotional and deeper then what it first appears. you can tell kylie anne shine that she has a flare for pace and well as simple as it may appear, it's not! if you get what i mean...
Love for him by RainStorm - well done. i like it's honesty.
"Your love
for your boyfriend masked your
love for your bestfriend."
i particularlly like those lines, good imagery! also i see it is the first of many! good! i also love the opposites in the poem as well -
"Love is a terrible yet
beautiful thing."
simple, honest, good, well written.
FawkesThePheonix:
You and Me - wow! very good imagery! some of my favourite lines;
oh wait... isnt that the whole thing?? o so it is... well i do like it. it's deep. i really don't know what to say, lol. but hey! i just know that sort of clicked with me and i really like it, it's like i can feel the poem, it could be the strong imagery, or it could be because i like these kind of poems or hey, it could be both. i do like it though.
We try too Hard - i like this one too. it is honest because alot of us have (at one point or another) felt this way...i really like the last line...
wow!! fantastic!!
that's me done for the day... but i'll be back... starting with...
Achieving the Smile by james pickles... it sounds good... real....
i'll be back with my reviews! say it if they annoy you...
well this might be slightly annoying for the rest of you here on this poems thread but i don't want to leave anyone out and i don't want to prasie some and not others...
poetry needs time and dedication so therefore i am going to slowly work my way through the poems… and I am going to review them, hopefully no one will have a go at me for this because I think you all deserve reviews! Sorry if this does annoy any of you!
lozza-cm: the poem you put in your first post, the one your cousin wrote well this is what i think...
bloody hell! i really like it! well it's just the pace of the whole thing, the fact that it ryhmes on each line and flows really well. but it's like at the same time (if look deeper) it is quite emotional and deeper then what it first appears. you can tell kylie anne shine that she has a flare for pace and well as simple as it may appear, it's not! if you get what i mean...
Love for him by RainStorm - well done. i like it's honesty.
"Your love
for your boyfriend masked your
love for your bestfriend."
i particularlly like those lines, good imagery! also i see it is the first of many! good! i also love the opposites in the poem as well -
"Love is a terrible yet
beautiful thing."
simple, honest, good, well written.
FawkesThePheonix:
You and Me - wow! very good imagery! some of my favourite lines;
QUOTE
Ice cold blood running through our veins
Going insane without any shame
Life passes through our eyes
Sorting through past lies
We sit alone but together we fall
For the shame of this world will kill us all
My padded room won’t save me now
Start the count down
3… 2… 1…
For the lives we live are deaths we create
We listen to nothing
For this death sates
Going insane without any shame
Life passes through our eyes
Sorting through past lies
We sit alone but together we fall
For the shame of this world will kill us all
My padded room won’t save me now
Start the count down
3… 2… 1…
For the lives we live are deaths we create
We listen to nothing
For this death sates
oh wait... isnt that the whole thing?? o so it is... well i do like it. it's deep. i really don't know what to say, lol. but hey! i just know that sort of clicked with me and i really like it, it's like i can feel the poem, it could be the strong imagery, or it could be because i like these kind of poems or hey, it could be both. i do like it though.
We try too Hard - i like this one too. it is honest because alot of us have (at one point or another) felt this way...i really like the last line...
QUOTE
"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world"
wow!! fantastic!!
that's me done for the day... but i'll be back... starting with...
Achieving the Smile by james pickles... it sounds good... real....
i'll be back with my reviews! say it if they annoy you...
Achieving the Smile by james pickles - bloody hell! i liked that one alot!! i love the harry potter theme... lol
i really like the ryhming, it creates pace and at a good rate ... i don't know how describe it!
i love the idea of bringing his friendships into it. it is good. i love the fact that you have made the poem around the theme of love as well. the poem is very true to the Harry's story and i love that! overall it is really good!
Rape by lozza-cm - wow... i feel like crying! you have a gift. the emotion in the poem is great. the ryhme again (as with a lot of these poems) helps the pace. i enjoy emotive poems, and this one is great! oh god... i don't what to say! it's topic i feel for so it's hard!! well done and wow... i guess that's all i can say!
i'll be back soon...
i really like the ryhming, it creates pace and at a good rate ... i don't know how describe it!
i love the idea of bringing his friendships into it. it is good. i love the fact that you have made the poem around the theme of love as well. the poem is very true to the Harry's story and i love that! overall it is really good!
Rape by lozza-cm - wow... i feel like crying! you have a gift. the emotion in the poem is great. the ryhme again (as with a lot of these poems) helps the pace. i enjoy emotive poems, and this one is great! oh god... i don't what to say! it's topic i feel for so it's hard!! well done and wow... i guess that's all i can say!
i'll be back soon...
1
Sweet girl
Got freckles
With scars along her arm
Cute girl
Big eyes
With scars down her arm
Pretty girl
Rosy cheeks
With scars across her arm
2
Nice boy
No freckles
No scars this time
Strong boy
Dark eyes
No scars this time
Handsome boy
Likes girl
No scars this time
3
Love starts
Girl falls
Boy catches
Love grows
Hands hold
Scars stop
Love ends
Boy lives
Girl dead
Sweet girl
Got freckles
With scars along her arm
Cute girl
Big eyes
With scars down her arm
Pretty girl
Rosy cheeks
With scars across her arm
2
Nice boy
No freckles
No scars this time
Strong boy
Dark eyes
No scars this time
Handsome boy
Likes girl
No scars this time
3
Love starts
Girl falls
Boy catches
Love grows
Hands hold
Scars stop
Love ends
Boy lives
Girl dead
ok can u PM me with feedback or else i wont get it, i wont find this again and i dont always get the emails
Ok so here is my poem, i worte it for my best mate in maths when we were bored and having a rubbish day!!! Writing and drawing are pretty much all i do - except veritaserum. so lots of illustration to go with this but i dnt know how to upload them!
Tears so clear running down her face,
A wilted rose fell to the floor,
And she knew she was alone,
She felt her heart break in two,
And the peices shatter on the ground,
The pain cut so deep,
Like a knife cutting through her heart,
Leaving her lost,
With no way out...
I did have another - slightly funnier - version of this poem where the woman goes mad and kills her husband! but i couldn't find it !! -
- probably a good thing really!
.X.
Tears so clear running down her face,
A wilted rose fell to the floor,
And she knew she was alone,
She felt her heart break in two,
And the peices shatter on the ground,
The pain cut so deep,
Like a knife cutting through her heart,
Leaving her lost,
With no way out...
I did have another - slightly funnier - version of this poem where the woman goes mad and kills her husband! but i couldn't find it !! -
- probably a good thing really! .X.
well i'm going to put one of my poems but it's in spanish! hahaha if anyone can translate it so it can fit i will be always grateful
no es como yo lo planee
pero es tu forma de ser
que me roba el corazon
no puedo fingir
lo que siento
asi que en tus manos
te has robado mi corazon
aunque mi amor por ti es profundo
no te puedo tener
y no entiendo porque
estoy solo en mi locura
y mi amor por ti
parece lleno de amargura
solo espero que veas
cuanto es que significas para mi
que te fijes
que haria cualquier cosa por ti
ahora solo es en mis sueños
donde te puedo expresar mi amor
eres mi angel
mi paloma de paz
hmm hold on i think i can translate it hahah jeeze i'm such a dork
it's not how i planned it to be
but it's the way you are
that steals my heart
i can't pretend
what i feel
and in your hands
my heart you steal
my love for you is deep
but i can't have you
and i don't know why
i am lonely in my madness
my love for you seems
filled with sadness
i only wish for you to see
how much you mean to me
for you to notice me ( yes it sounds very dashboard confessional but i couldn't find another phrase for the translation
)
so it's only in my dreams
that i will love
you are my angel
my peaceful dove
yes yes cheesy i know but who cares
most of my poetry is in spanish but i shall try to translate them so they could fit in spanish
but i will write in english as often as i can
no es como yo lo planee
pero es tu forma de ser
que me roba el corazon
no puedo fingir
lo que siento
asi que en tus manos
te has robado mi corazon
aunque mi amor por ti es profundo
no te puedo tener
y no entiendo porque
estoy solo en mi locura
y mi amor por ti
parece lleno de amargura
solo espero que veas
cuanto es que significas para mi
que te fijes
que haria cualquier cosa por ti
ahora solo es en mis sueños
donde te puedo expresar mi amor
eres mi angel
mi paloma de paz
hmm hold on i think i can translate it hahah jeeze i'm such a dork
it's not how i planned it to be
but it's the way you are
that steals my heart
i can't pretend
what i feel
and in your hands
my heart you steal
my love for you is deep
but i can't have you
and i don't know why
i am lonely in my madness
my love for you seems
filled with sadness
i only wish for you to see
how much you mean to me
for you to notice me ( yes it sounds very dashboard confessional but i couldn't find another phrase for the translation
)so it's only in my dreams
that i will love
you are my angel
my peaceful dove
yes yes cheesy i know but who cares
most of my poetry is in spanish but i shall try to translate them so they could fit in spanish
but i will write in english as often as i can
Good poem, cruciatus_andy.
Here is just one of mine, I just wrote it, kind of on impulse. Short, I know...
I see you cross the street
Walking that cocky stut of yours
We avoid looking, but our eyes always meet
And even though I hate you, I start to love you more
You tore my heart and ripped it again
You watched it bleed, and never let it end
If there was a thing called love,
And I am not saying that it could be,
But I think that this is what it's called,
Pure obsession, bittersweet.
Meh. A little rusty! I need to work on my rhyming.
Here is just one of mine, I just wrote it, kind of on impulse. Short, I know...
I see you cross the street
Walking that cocky stut of yours
We avoid looking, but our eyes always meet
And even though I hate you, I start to love you more
You tore my heart and ripped it again
You watched it bleed, and never let it end
If there was a thing called love,
And I am not saying that it could be,
But I think that this is what it's called,
Pure obsession, bittersweet.
Meh. A little rusty! I need to work on my rhyming.
oh my god i can't believe i lost this thread! *hangs head in shame*
sorry i know i said i was goind to tell people what i thought - but i will be honest... i don't think anyone wants that, right?
i just want to say that the stuff i have read is really good and that a lot of people here sure have talent...
this is an extract from an unfinished poem of mine...
Paranoid
They stalk my steps
Breathing with my every breath.
he he he that was a tiny bit lol
Nightmares, neverending.
Because of you
I sit and cry
Because of you
I live a lie....
making things on the spot is so much fun!!
sorry i know i said i was goind to tell people what i thought - but i will be honest... i don't think anyone wants that, right?
i just want to say that the stuff i have read is really good and that a lot of people here sure have talent...
this is an extract from an unfinished poem of mine...
Paranoid
They stalk my steps
Breathing with my every breath.
he he he that was a tiny bit lol
Nightmares, neverending.
Because of you
I sit and cry
Because of you
I live a lie....
making things on the spot is so much fun!!
ship
I am a bow-spirit, mysteriously gliding in my travels
I am a sail, blown about by the wind of thoughts
I am a wave, rolling along, sometimes calmly, sometimes angrily, or joyfull, like a song
I get torn up in a roar of decisions,
but am mended to flow on again,
I toss and turn in an adventure along a river of surprises,
The river of my life.
By me
I'm not a great poet, but at least I tried, my sister has that talent, not me.
I am a bow-spirit, mysteriously gliding in my travels
I am a sail, blown about by the wind of thoughts
I am a wave, rolling along, sometimes calmly, sometimes angrily, or joyfull, like a song
I get torn up in a roar of decisions,
but am mended to flow on again,
I toss and turn in an adventure along a river of surprises,
The river of my life.
By me
I'm not a great poet, but at least I tried, my sister has that talent, not me.
The first poem called "The Eagle" is my favorite poem I've ever written.
The Eagle
Alone in the darkness,
Alone in the night.
Nature's all around her,
There is no fright.
She sees it coming,
Crashing down,
But doesn't move a muscle,
Doesn't make a sound.
The Eagle swoops her up,
High into the sky:
"I will raise you, child,
I will not let you die.
You need a mother,
You need new hope.
I will be there for you,
I will help you cope."
The Eagle lets go,
In her nest.
"I am now your mother,
This is what's best."
No One Seems to Care
She feels like she's transparent,
Like no one seems to care.
Rushing, rushing.
No one stops to hear her cries,
To see all the worries she has,
To see all she's left behind.
No one notices her shrinking.
Withering, wilting.
Soon, she's gone.
All because no one seemed to care.
No one stopped to hear her cries,
To see all the worries she had,
To see all she'd left behind.
No one came, that one morbid day,
No one seemed to care.
Rushing, rushing.
To busy to care,
To busy to notice,
To busy to comfort.
There's nothing left of her now,
Becaus no one seemed to care.
The Little Birdhouse
The little birdhouse.
Solemn and alone,
Yet cheerful and warming.
The little birdhouse.
Tentativley perched on a willow,
Yet sturdy and calm.
The boy loved the birdhouse.
He'd come sit next to it each day at noon.
He grew up with the birdhouse,
The little birdhouse.
But soon it was old and forgotten,
Like an old pair of socks shoved underneath the bed.
He never came back for the birdhouse,
The little birdhouse.
He'd moved on, forgotten.
So the birdhouse sat there and waited,
Hoping and praying, that someday,
Maybe it,
The little birdhouse,
Would feel warm and cheerful,
Sturdy and calm,
From the love and care of
The boy.
Well, there you go. Just a reminder, please do not claim any of these poems as your own, and do not post them anywhere else. Thanks.
The Eagle
Alone in the darkness,
Alone in the night.
Nature's all around her,
There is no fright.
She sees it coming,
Crashing down,
But doesn't move a muscle,
Doesn't make a sound.
The Eagle swoops her up,
High into the sky:
"I will raise you, child,
I will not let you die.
You need a mother,
You need new hope.
I will be there for you,
I will help you cope."
The Eagle lets go,
In her nest.
"I am now your mother,
This is what's best."
No One Seems to Care
She feels like she's transparent,
Like no one seems to care.
Rushing, rushing.
No one stops to hear her cries,
To see all the worries she has,
To see all she's left behind.
No one notices her shrinking.
Withering, wilting.
Soon, she's gone.
All because no one seemed to care.
No one stopped to hear her cries,
To see all the worries she had,
To see all she'd left behind.
No one came, that one morbid day,
No one seemed to care.
Rushing, rushing.
To busy to care,
To busy to notice,
To busy to comfort.
There's nothing left of her now,
Becaus no one seemed to care.
The Little Birdhouse
The little birdhouse.
Solemn and alone,
Yet cheerful and warming.
The little birdhouse.
Tentativley perched on a willow,
Yet sturdy and calm.
The boy loved the birdhouse.
He'd come sit next to it each day at noon.
He grew up with the birdhouse,
The little birdhouse.
But soon it was old and forgotten,
Like an old pair of socks shoved underneath the bed.
He never came back for the birdhouse,
The little birdhouse.
He'd moved on, forgotten.
So the birdhouse sat there and waited,
Hoping and praying, that someday,
Maybe it,
The little birdhouse,
Would feel warm and cheerful,
Sturdy and calm,
From the love and care of
The boy.
Well, there you go. Just a reminder, please do not claim any of these poems as your own, and do not post them anywhere else. Thanks.
oh 
... i "lost" this thread again! damn! 
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ship; i thought this was interesting!! i really liked it because i could see it. do you get me?? i think it held a good use of imagery. i also thought that the vocabulary was good... it wasn't too complex. the way you used a ship.. cool! well done i say!
well maybe you both have the talent?
HPFanatic2
The Eagle; oh wow!!! that was cool. the use of ryhme was really effective. *shruggs* don't what to say... cool use of imagery as well!! i can see the eagle.
No One Seems to Care; i like how you repeated the words "no one" and "seems to care". i think it's quite deep actually. and there seems to be a good rythm (sp) to it.
The Little Birdhouse; wow pretty deep... well i am no expert so i am not sure it what i think it right. so anyways...i like the repition of "the little birdhouse". i like the contrasts used as well and...
well done! i liked them. The Eagle was probably my fave too!
... i "lost" this thread again! damn! d_r_a_g_o_n_h_e_h_1_3
ship; i thought this was interesting!! i really liked it because i could see it. do you get me?? i think it held a good use of imagery. i also thought that the vocabulary was good... it wasn't too complex. the way you used a ship.. cool! well done i say!
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I'm not a great poet, but at least I tried, my sister has that talent, not me.
well maybe you both have the talent?
HPFanatic2
The Eagle; oh wow!!! that was cool. the use of ryhme was really effective. *shruggs* don't what to say... cool use of imagery as well!! i can see the eagle.
No One Seems to Care; i like how you repeated the words "no one" and "seems to care". i think it's quite deep actually. and there seems to be a good rythm (sp) to it.
The Little Birdhouse; wow pretty deep... well i am no expert so i am not sure it what i think it right. so anyways...i like the repition of "the little birdhouse". i like the contrasts used as well and...
well done! i liked them. The Eagle was probably my fave too!
I actually don't have a name for this one. But I wrote it for my freind after her freind had died in a snow mobiling crash. She had liked him for over a year and he was up in Vail for his birthday. So I wrote her a poem.
Here it is:
The feeling of losing a friend
Is a feeling I don’t know
Regardless of that I’m here
I’ll help you through.
I can’t get rid of the pain
Though I wish I could
But I can be here
To support you and hold you up
While you’re feeling down.
Just remember the good times
The two of you shared
He may be gone
But his memory lives on.
He’ll stay in your heart, forever
As life goes on, he’ll be there
Just always remember
I LOVE YA!
Here it is:
The feeling of losing a friend
Is a feeling I don’t know
Regardless of that I’m here
I’ll help you through.
I can’t get rid of the pain
Though I wish I could
But I can be here
To support you and hold you up
While you’re feeling down.
Just remember the good times
The two of you shared
He may be gone
But his memory lives on.
He’ll stay in your heart, forever
As life goes on, he’ll be there
Just always remember
I LOVE YA!
I wrote this sometime last year, when we were doing WW1 in history for a project we had to do.
A Soldier's Grave
Sleepless nights in a fearful place,
Full of murky conditions and dangers,
No comfort from home, no familiar face,
Amongst the scared and unusual strangers.
The roaring of bullets is heard all around,
As they cut through the air at a pace,
Hitting their target incredibly quick,
Suprise never leaving his face.
Over-the-top, the men, they do go,
A tangled mess of bodies and wire,
Those that succeed in breaking free,
Are then struck by enemy fire.
Gas masks are on as poison surrounds,
Those that aren't lucky will drown,
Spluttering, choking, gasping for air,
Limply, they fall to the ground.
Rows upon rows of bodies, they lie,
Settled in their soldier's grave,
Soon will be my time, my time to fall,
And I'll join the rest of the brave.
A Soldier's Grave
Sleepless nights in a fearful place,
Full of murky conditions and dangers,
No comfort from home, no familiar face,
Amongst the scared and unusual strangers.
The roaring of bullets is heard all around,
As they cut through the air at a pace,
Hitting their target incredibly quick,
Suprise never leaving his face.
Over-the-top, the men, they do go,
A tangled mess of bodies and wire,
Those that succeed in breaking free,
Are then struck by enemy fire.
Gas masks are on as poison surrounds,
Those that aren't lucky will drown,
Spluttering, choking, gasping for air,
Limply, they fall to the ground.
Rows upon rows of bodies, they lie,
Settled in their soldier's grave,
Soon will be my time, my time to fall,
And I'll join the rest of the brave.
I wrote this poem for my friend who died over the weekend. I'd known her forever so it's really hard but writting this helped alot. I have another for her but it's not done! It's the same poem that's in my siggy!
You may be gone
But your memory lives on
You'll stay in my heart
Where we can never be apart.
I've known you forever
I'll forget you for never
May you rest in peace
Forever and always!
I'll post the other one as soon as I finish. It's just hard right now!
You may be gone
But your memory lives on
You'll stay in my heart
Where we can never be apart.
I've known you forever
I'll forget you for never
May you rest in peace
Forever and always!
I'll post the other one as soon as I finish. It's just hard right now!
It is so sad writing a poem for someone who died... 
I'm really sorry soccerchik...
Butterflytears, yours reminds me a little bit of No Bravery from James Blunt. What an amazing song it is...
I have written one myself for a guy who died. I didn't know him but he died just a few metres away from my house and it was so tragic...
Memories
What a pity
You were so young
Too bad you had to leave
To remind us what we've got
We are so sorry
You were the one to be sacrifised
For the hearts of all of us
Tragedy knocked on your door
One of these pretty shiny days
So pity you had to go
For all of us to know
We should be grateful to live
And now we are so sorry
For all the moments we missed
So many in our list
For all the times we didn't let you speak
We never thought you'd be the first to leave
And now, as grief covers our hearts
The same way darkness took away your light
We can only mourn
For the days we threw away
And hope you will
Be somewhere with a brighter day
And again, we wish you had never left
Twenty years thrown at a pavement
And as this song comes to an end
We still stand here without trying to pretend
We are fine
We will never be
But thank you for letting us know
There is always hope in the simplest things
Take care
And remember, you saved us...
I'm really sorry soccerchik...Butterflytears, yours reminds me a little bit of No Bravery from James Blunt. What an amazing song it is...
I have written one myself for a guy who died. I didn't know him but he died just a few metres away from my house and it was so tragic...
Memories
What a pity
You were so young
Too bad you had to leave
To remind us what we've got
We are so sorry
You were the one to be sacrifised
For the hearts of all of us
Tragedy knocked on your door
One of these pretty shiny days
So pity you had to go
For all of us to know
We should be grateful to live
And now we are so sorry
For all the moments we missed
So many in our list
For all the times we didn't let you speak
We never thought you'd be the first to leave
And now, as grief covers our hearts
The same way darkness took away your light
We can only mourn
For the days we threw away
And hope you will
Be somewhere with a brighter day
And again, we wish you had never left
Twenty years thrown at a pavement
And as this song comes to an end
We still stand here without trying to pretend
We are fine
We will never be
But thank you for letting us know
There is always hope in the simplest things
Take care
And remember, you saved us...
It's strange that this topic has come to the fore. I have just changed by avatar and it includes the most beautiful poem ever. It was written anonymously some years ago, but the words are very poignant.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
I wrote a poem about Titanic a little while back, could I post that? Only problem is it’s like, really long. Does that matter, I don’t wanna bore you all!
Go ahead, post it! I want to read it! But if you really think it is long, then cut it and post half now and half tomorrow or later. But i really want to read it...Titanic, ha? One of my favourite movies! Come on, post!
ok well I wrote this one yesterday for a project in my language class, but I don't know if it's that good especially after reading everyone elses!!
-------Hero--------
He fought very bravely
The battle was long
Now his friends sit in greif
Wondering how it went wrong
No one thought he could do it
But he proved to them all
That he was stronger than them
No one could make him fall
Now it's all over
The battle they won
Though it was hard to accept
Their hero is gone.
-------Hero--------
He fought very bravely
The battle was long
Now his friends sit in greif
Wondering how it went wrong
No one thought he could do it
But he proved to them all
That he was stronger than them
No one could make him fall
Now it's all over
The battle they won
Though it was hard to accept
Their hero is gone.
This is sort of based off of a prompt I read on a random, um, prompt generator. It said write something using the lines "I didn't think it would ever stop raining" (or something to that effect...).
Well, anyway, I wrote this in response to that, and NO this is not supposed to be Toby Macguire. lol. (It's supposed to be like a poem fan-fic of Tobias and Rachel of the Animorphs. lol.)
Enjoy. ^_~
PS--- if it sucks it's like 5:00 am here and I did it kind of fast. lol.
Edit: it's about Tobias (for some reason or another) hiding somehting from his gf, and all she cares about is him being there for her and she can't see through his (not lies, just inability to tell the truth) words.
(For the, um, slower people to not understand its meaning. lol.).
Happy with a Lie
He didn’t think it would ever stop raining.
It kept on falling.
Harder.
Stained his jacket, and it made
her tears look that much prettier.
She looked at him,
she told him
“Tobias, I think I know your secret.”
“What, I’m Spiderman??”
I joked.
Anything to brush off what she might just….
The rain fell harder still
she stared me dead
on in the eye.
She said—
She whispered in my ear,
“I know why it rains here”
I said, “Why?”
She said,
“Cause if you stop the
crying
where else do those tears go?”
I told her, “I don’t know.”
She said I stop the rain.
I froze, then—
colder than the rain bullets,
happier than the farthest shooting star.
She didn’t know my secret but
she knew the good things that I’d
done she said that’s all
that mattered, right?
“I stop the rain, huh?”
And she pulled me closer.
Well, anyway, I wrote this in response to that, and NO this is not supposed to be Toby Macguire. lol. (It's supposed to be like a poem fan-fic of Tobias and Rachel of the Animorphs. lol.)
Enjoy. ^_~
PS--- if it sucks it's like 5:00 am here and I did it kind of fast. lol.
Edit: it's about Tobias (for some reason or another) hiding somehting from his gf, and all she cares about is him being there for her and she can't see through his (not lies, just inability to tell the truth) words.
(For the, um, slower people to not understand its meaning. lol.).
Happy with a Lie
He didn’t think it would ever stop raining.
It kept on falling.
Harder.
Stained his jacket, and it made
her tears look that much prettier.
She looked at him,
she told him
“Tobias, I think I know your secret.”
“What, I’m Spiderman??”
I joked.
Anything to brush off what she might just….
The rain fell harder still
she stared me dead
on in the eye.
She said—
She whispered in my ear,
“I know why it rains here”
I said, “Why?”
She said,
“Cause if you stop the
crying
where else do those tears go?”
I told her, “I don’t know.”
She said I stop the rain.
I froze, then—
colder than the rain bullets,
happier than the farthest shooting star.
She didn’t know my secret but
she knew the good things that I’d
done she said that’s all
that mattered, right?
“I stop the rain, huh?”
And she pulled me closer.
Hey hey. I haven't written for ages, so I thought I'd better add another poem I wrote in memory of my Aunt, who unfortunately died recently.
Seasons of Leave
She held my head in the snow,
As the flakes touched her skin
she whispered to me with serenity;
“Watch the leaves fall with me,
Watch them fly over the mountain,
Watch them float past Neverland,
Watch them fall in the darkness,
Don’t let them fall.”
I took your hand in mine
And lay in the snowflakes,
Until the snow had gone
and Spring had bloomed.
I look to see your face,
Stony in the new breeze.
Spring turns to Summer
turns to Fall and I wait.
The leaves do not fall,
Do not float, but wait
until she returns
with life in her arms.
Too long I wait,
For her to return.
Too long I wait,
So I shall wait no longer.
I float, I fly, but I do not see her.
All I feel are my brothers,
Through the ages as fragile paper,
Each one carrying
a story I wish not to read.
Curious, I fly, but I do not fall.
Over mountains, valleys,
Neverland.
Without gravity, without cause.
I notice, in delicate curves,
A note on my closest brother.
A gentle tear falls down my cheek as I read:
“Never fall, I am the wind”
-thesolitaryone-
Seasons of Leave
She held my head in the snow,
As the flakes touched her skin
she whispered to me with serenity;
“Watch the leaves fall with me,
Watch them fly over the mountain,
Watch them float past Neverland,
Watch them fall in the darkness,
Don’t let them fall.”
I took your hand in mine
And lay in the snowflakes,
Until the snow had gone
and Spring had bloomed.
I look to see your face,
Stony in the new breeze.
Spring turns to Summer
turns to Fall and I wait.
The leaves do not fall,
Do not float, but wait
until she returns
with life in her arms.
Too long I wait,
For her to return.
Too long I wait,
So I shall wait no longer.
I float, I fly, but I do not see her.
All I feel are my brothers,
Through the ages as fragile paper,
Each one carrying
a story I wish not to read.
Curious, I fly, but I do not fall.
Over mountains, valleys,
Neverland.
Without gravity, without cause.
I notice, in delicate curves,
A note on my closest brother.
A gentle tear falls down my cheek as I read:
“Never fall, I am the wind”
-thesolitaryone-
Alright I'm just going to make this up right here and now. It's another poem for my friend Alura may she rest in peace!
I can't believe your gone
It just doesn't seem real
I wish I could have been there that fateful night
To stop your fall
But there's nothing I can do
nothing at all.
I can sit here and pray that your finally at ease
But I can't help wishing you were right next to me.
I know in good time I will see you again
But that still doesn't help the pain
Your up in heaven
I know that you are.
The memories I have
fom the moments we shared
Will stick with me forever.
I can't believe your gone
It just doesn't seem real
I wish I could have been there that fateful night
To stop your fall
But there's nothing I can do
nothing at all.
I can sit here and pray that your finally at ease
But I can't help wishing you were right next to me.
I know in good time I will see you again
But that still doesn't help the pain
Your up in heaven
I know that you are.
The memories I have
fom the moments we shared
Will stick with me forever.
My Poems...
"A Reflective Look Back."
I dream at nights about how
life could have been.
Wondering how I
went wrong.
Sometimes I have nightmares
wondering why when I
woke up from my nap that afternoon.
Come back Daddy,
come
back.
"Waiting"
I sit and wait for the impossible
to come back into my life.
It never will and never has
been here for me.
Why should it all start
now?
"Life"
When I think about
life.
I always think
of the bright sides
of things. So
why do others
think the opposite of me?
Taking your own life shouldn't be your only
way out! But in some
minds,
IT IS.
Those are my poems, I wrote those in 7th grade, I dont like to write poetry much anymore. It brings up too many bad memories. Most of those I wrote are about my dad leaving me, and he hasnt changed. Until this year, and I dont want him to be back in my life anymore. He has had his chance, and lost it. ~Kaili~
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Wow that was used at my grandpas funeral. It made me cry when i read that.
"A Reflective Look Back."
I dream at nights about how
life could have been.
Wondering how I
went wrong.
Sometimes I have nightmares
wondering why when I
woke up from my nap that afternoon.
Come back Daddy,
come
back.
"Waiting"
I sit and wait for the impossible
to come back into my life.
It never will and never has
been here for me.
Why should it all start
now?
"Life"
When I think about
life.
I always think
of the bright sides
of things. So
why do others
think the opposite of me?
Taking your own life shouldn't be your only
way out! But in some
minds,
IT IS.
Those are my poems, I wrote those in 7th grade, I dont like to write poetry much anymore. It brings up too many bad memories. Most of those I wrote are about my dad leaving me, and he hasnt changed. Until this year, and I dont want him to be back in my life anymore. He has had his chance, and lost it. ~Kaili~
QUOTE(etphonehome @ Mar 6 2007, 09:10 AM) [snapback]338882[/snapback]
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Wow that was used at my grandpas funeral. It made me cry when i read that.
Hey all I just thought I would try my luck with this, and it's not like a poem but a short piece if you will, let me know if you like it or if it just stinks!
"Moments"
In a moment, so many things happen in which a person cannont grasp its signifigance(Sp) all at once, but you try to break it down and understand its importance no matter how big or small. Momentss are those things that happen as life passes you by, or when life throws unexpected curves to which you cannot avoid no matter how hard you try. Moments the ones that define who you are, and what you'll become or won't. Moments..tears that roll down your cheeks because you never did share those feelings and now you cannot.
Moments can surprise you and give you what you weren't looking for, give a moment to someone who could use it..Learn from your moment and you've unlocked your heart..
This is written by me Fawkespotter
Here's a poem written by my friend. It's untitled.
I feel like I don't know myself
And when I cry
All I do is hurt myself
I wonder why
Wonder who I want to be
Searching for knowledge
Searching for someone who looks like me
I look in the mirror
See my reflection everyday
Don't know the person
So I shake my head and walk away
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
Nothing but pain
Confusion and loneliness is all I find
No one to talk to
But the voices I hear in my mind
Telling me
I'm not the person that others see
Nor is it who I want to be
If I could just find myself
Find me
Be me
Then maybe all my pain would just fade
And my confusion will not remain
But I would be what God made
Me to be
Me.
I feel like I don't know myself
And when I cry
All I do is hurt myself
I wonder why
Wonder who I want to be
Searching for knowledge
Searching for someone who looks like me
I look in the mirror
See my reflection everyday
Don't know the person
So I shake my head and walk away
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
Nothing but pain
Confusion and loneliness is all I find
No one to talk to
But the voices I hear in my mind
Telling me
I'm not the person that others see
Nor is it who I want to be
If I could just find myself
Find me
Be me
Then maybe all my pain would just fade
And my confusion will not remain
But I would be what God made
Me to be
Me.
i laughed loudest
i laughed loudest
louder than all my friends
who would have known this would be my end?
i called for help
and unanswered call
i laughed loudest
and it turned out to be my downfall
my heart was broken
i was outspoken
i laughed loudest
from the beginning to the end
just because of him
it's all because of him.
it's not that good, i know.
it's not easy
it's not easy being me
if you try it, then you'd see
i have no life ; i have no friends
why can't my life just come to an end?
it would be better if i wasn't here
living one more day is my greatest fear
constantly yelled at and being put down,
laughing at me like a common clown
i act like i'm happy; i really do try
but it's kind of hard when you just want to die.
now that you've read this, can you see?
it's not easy being me.
these were both written by me, so please don't take credit for them.
i laughed loudest
louder than all my friends
who would have known this would be my end?
i called for help
and unanswered call
i laughed loudest
and it turned out to be my downfall
my heart was broken
i was outspoken
i laughed loudest
from the beginning to the end
just because of him
it's all because of him.
it's not that good, i know.
it's not easy
it's not easy being me
if you try it, then you'd see
i have no life ; i have no friends
why can't my life just come to an end?
it would be better if i wasn't here
living one more day is my greatest fear
constantly yelled at and being put down,
laughing at me like a common clown
i act like i'm happy; i really do try
but it's kind of hard when you just want to die.
now that you've read this, can you see?
it's not easy being me.
these were both written by me, so please don't take credit for them.
your poems are really good XxILovedYou-Remember?xX i read in another thread u hav other poems (i think) n id like to read them
also i really like the text in your signature. wheres it from??
im-loveli-rli
also i really like the text in your signature. wheres it from??
im-loveli-rli
Okay this is a poem I have written to one of my friends I love very much.
I'm not from an english-speaking country, (but I like writting peom in english, even though I'm bad at it) so just bear with me if there are mistakes in the text.
I’m the person who was always overseen
No one ever meant to be mean
I’d shout loud and call for help on my own
It was nothing but a loud drone
You started to hear
Even though you weren’t near
I’m the lost person who was never found
No one ever told me it was the other way around
I’d see your faults but not my own
It was the result of being all alone
You once said it to me
Even there I disagreed
You were the person who kept me sane
Everyone said you did it in vain
When I was falling you caught me
When I was behind you brought me
I’m glad you never let go
Even though I always said no
There was one thing I never said to you
Your present made me flew
You made me see
I felt alive when you were beside me
When I looked into blue
I realised that I never said thank you
I'm not from an english-speaking country, (but I like writting peom in english, even though I'm bad at it) so just bear with me if there are mistakes in the text.
I’m the person who was always overseen
No one ever meant to be mean
I’d shout loud and call for help on my own
It was nothing but a loud drone
You started to hear
Even though you weren’t near
I’m the lost person who was never found
No one ever told me it was the other way around
I’d see your faults but not my own
It was the result of being all alone
You once said it to me
Even there I disagreed
You were the person who kept me sane
Everyone said you did it in vain
When I was falling you caught me
When I was behind you brought me
I’m glad you never let go
Even though I always said no
There was one thing I never said to you
Your present made me flew
You made me see
I felt alive when you were beside me
When I looked into blue
I realised that I never said thank you
All your poems are so heartfelt and emotional. soccerchik, your poems are gorgeous and I can see the sincerity in them. I am sorry for your loss.
This poem is kinda long. It's the final battle, poetry style. I also posted it in the fanfiction area, but i've realized it's more suited to here.
The Heart of Everything
Before this door I wait,
Listening for scurrying movement within,
A pang of my heart as a snake is heard,
Begging the struggle to begin.
I throw wide the gold-encrusted doors,
To find no mercy at my feet,
A thousand fold my nightmare seen,
Begging my head to retreat.
The glare of those hideous bloody eyes,
Stare me down as I walk,
Affecting confidence I so fruitfully lack,
On a face not far from chalk.
A sword in each hand, we glower,
Ready if one shall call,
Hate’s eyeball-to-eyeball race confront us,
The one question: Who will fall?
His ‘loyal’ army surrounds us,
Just as they had planned,
A swift move from them shall render
me lifeless at their hands.
That single thought saw the door
swing open once again,
My friends, my guard, my army,
Surround me much the same.
Their presence set the battle off,
Spells flying everywhere,
I step back as he steps forward,
Tension thickening in the air.
“Scared?” Those evil lips whisper,
Rendering my wits defenseless,
“No!” I lied truthfully, however
Legilimency left my mind fenceless.
Nerve lifted my sword and struck,
Metal on metal, sword on sword,
Months of training now useless,
Wasted time I could not afford.
“You belong to me,” He hissed,
Pushing my sword to my chest,
Struggling for breath, I did not reply,
My mind focused on this final test.
Jump, dart, flip, jump, duck,
I feel the pressure of a stronger man,
The Lascaux rifts separate us,
Proposing and end to the fight we began.
For months I sought his souls,
Lying scattered across the land,
So now the final moment, the final piece,
Lay before me in this broken man.
A quick glance to my left reveals
my friends at my side,
My strength, my inner light beside me,
It was then I felt my fear subside.
My heart suddenly glowing gold,
As I pushed my enemy back,
My fear, pride, resentment gone
as I prepare for my final attack.
My confidence fell as I saw my sword,
Weak in comparison to my partner,
Suddenly, shout from what seemed a lifetime away:
“creo lux lucis intemporaliter ”
My sword, once of steel and iron,
Shone blindingly white,
Unable to look, he winced and turned,
Leaving him vulnerable to my delight.
A split second and the light met skin,
As the ruby encrusted sword drove home,
Sparks of light and magic combined,
To destroy the Dark Lord’s heart of stone.
Withdrawing my sword and pushing him down,
I kneeled at my enemy outdone,
Whispering into his ear ever so softly,
“I belong to no-one”.
And with that I stood again,
Only to hear the Dark Lord’s final breath,
Obsideo in vita per nex :
“Haunted in life through death”.
-thesolitaryone-
This poem is kinda long. It's the final battle, poetry style. I also posted it in the fanfiction area, but i've realized it's more suited to here.
The Heart of Everything
Before this door I wait,
Listening for scurrying movement within,
A pang of my heart as a snake is heard,
Begging the struggle to begin.
I throw wide the gold-encrusted doors,
To find no mercy at my feet,
A thousand fold my nightmare seen,
Begging my head to retreat.
The glare of those hideous bloody eyes,
Stare me down as I walk,
Affecting confidence I so fruitfully lack,
On a face not far from chalk.
A sword in each hand, we glower,
Ready if one shall call,
Hate’s eyeball-to-eyeball race confront us,
The one question: Who will fall?
His ‘loyal’ army surrounds us,
Just as they had planned,
A swift move from them shall render
me lifeless at their hands.
That single thought saw the door
swing open once again,
My friends, my guard, my army,
Surround me much the same.
Their presence set the battle off,
Spells flying everywhere,
I step back as he steps forward,
Tension thickening in the air.
“Scared?” Those evil lips whisper,
Rendering my wits defenseless,
“No!” I lied truthfully, however
Legilimency left my mind fenceless.
Nerve lifted my sword and struck,
Metal on metal, sword on sword,
Months of training now useless,
Wasted time I could not afford.
“You belong to me,” He hissed,
Pushing my sword to my chest,
Struggling for breath, I did not reply,
My mind focused on this final test.
Jump, dart, flip, jump, duck,
I feel the pressure of a stronger man,
The Lascaux rifts separate us,
Proposing and end to the fight we began.
For months I sought his souls,
Lying scattered across the land,
So now the final moment, the final piece,
Lay before me in this broken man.
A quick glance to my left reveals
my friends at my side,
My strength, my inner light beside me,
It was then I felt my fear subside.
My heart suddenly glowing gold,
As I pushed my enemy back,
My fear, pride, resentment gone
as I prepare for my final attack.
My confidence fell as I saw my sword,
Weak in comparison to my partner,
Suddenly, shout from what seemed a lifetime away:
“creo lux lucis intemporaliter ”
My sword, once of steel and iron,
Shone blindingly white,
Unable to look, he winced and turned,
Leaving him vulnerable to my delight.
A split second and the light met skin,
As the ruby encrusted sword drove home,
Sparks of light and magic combined,
To destroy the Dark Lord’s heart of stone.
Withdrawing my sword and pushing him down,
I kneeled at my enemy outdone,
Whispering into his ear ever so softly,
“I belong to no-one”.
And with that I stood again,
Only to hear the Dark Lord’s final breath,
Obsideo in vita per nex :
“Haunted in life through death”.
-thesolitaryone-
I have two poems that i truelly treasure. They mean a lot to me, and i give thanks to the people who wrote them. Only if i could write poetry, but instead i must find poems that express my feelings.
When I was 10, my grandfather died. When my mother told me this I didnt really care. I liked him and all, but I fully did not understand what had happened. Now a couple of years later I morn for his death. Constantly thinking about him. Oh how much he loved, and I was too young to return his love. All I have of him to remember are pictures and a house that he left for me, which I grew up in. If i could do it all over again, I would of devoted all of my time to him. Now I only have my grandmother, which I love so truelly, and who is my best friend, and my heart pains when I think of how she will die soon and I will be left alone with no one to ask for help and talk to. To love is to feel pain.
What is loss?
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
So what’s the fuss about loss?
Waiting!
Debating!
Contemplating!
What is loss?
Something you care about
Taken away from you by force
Creating total unforgivable chaos
Thinking!
Blinking!
Seeking!
What is loss
It is a minus instead of a plus
Hence the unmistakable fuss
Death and sickness build up great grief
Loss brings despair instead of relief
And in loss itself I have no belief
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
Loss! An inequitable cause
Thrown on you without a toss
So you become very cross
Because in your life you realize, you are never the only boss!
Sylvia Chidi
Nina
When I was 10, my grandfather died. When my mother told me this I didnt really care. I liked him and all, but I fully did not understand what had happened. Now a couple of years later I morn for his death. Constantly thinking about him. Oh how much he loved, and I was too young to return his love. All I have of him to remember are pictures and a house that he left for me, which I grew up in. If i could do it all over again, I would of devoted all of my time to him. Now I only have my grandmother, which I love so truelly, and who is my best friend, and my heart pains when I think of how she will die soon and I will be left alone with no one to ask for help and talk to. To love is to feel pain.
What is loss?
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
So what’s the fuss about loss?
Waiting!
Debating!
Contemplating!
What is loss?
Something you care about
Taken away from you by force
Creating total unforgivable chaos
Thinking!
Blinking!
Seeking!
What is loss
It is a minus instead of a plus
Hence the unmistakable fuss
Death and sickness build up great grief
Loss brings despair instead of relief
And in loss itself I have no belief
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
Loss! An inequitable cause
Thrown on you without a toss
So you become very cross
Because in your life you realize, you are never the only boss!
Sylvia Chidi
Nina
ok, here are some poems I once wrote for my school assignment...it's a bit randomn...but here it is...
odd, but yeah...
ok...don't have a title
A cat is like the night sky
So cunning & black
She rests all day
And awakes at dusk
Hoping to catch the evening musk
Her eyes shine brightly in the dark
Like streelights flaring in a park
Her eyes twitch
At every itch
As she sights a tasty rusk
A cat is like the night sky
So cunning & black
She rests all day
And awakes at dusk
Hoping to catch the evening musk
Her eyes shine brightly in the dark
Like streelights flaring in a park
Her eyes twitch
At every itch
As she sights a tasty rusk
Thoughts of a Dying Soldier
To have seen the enemy break down
With blood running down his unshaven face
Like the bodies in the river of Hiroshima in 1945
To have seen comrades falling down
Like screaming trees in a Canadian forest
Just before a cold winter
To have seen friendly companions
sitting around a flickering campfire at night,
like dingoes in the desert waiting to be shot.
To have seen small children in a strange town,
standing by the side of a bombed house,
like a young dog ready to be punished.
To have seen the enemy retreat
with the motions of frightened sheep,
like the spirit which now carries him
to his eternal battlefield
To have seen the enemy break down
With blood running down his unshaven face
Like the bodies in the river of Hiroshima in 1945
To have seen comrades falling down
Like screaming trees in a Canadian forest
Just before a cold winter
To have seen friendly companions
sitting around a flickering campfire at night,
like dingoes in the desert waiting to be shot.
To have seen small children in a strange town,
standing by the side of a bombed house,
like a young dog ready to be punished.
To have seen the enemy retreat
with the motions of frightened sheep,
like the spirit which now carries him
to his eternal battlefield
odd, but yeah...
I just wrote this poem and thought I'd share it.
The Mask
What do you see when you look at me?
The strong intelligent girl I used to be?
Or the shrinking failing girl I see?
What do you see when you look at me?
I laugh the loudest to hide my sadness
I smile the biggest to shadow my gloominess
I stay quiet to stop me screaming
I don’t share to stop me crying
What ever you ask
All you see is my mask
What do you see when you look at me?
The strong intelligent mask I present?
Or the shrinking failing girl I resent?
What do you see when you look at me?
hope it wasnt too awful
im-loveli-rli
The Mask
What do you see when you look at me?
The strong intelligent girl I used to be?
Or the shrinking failing girl I see?
What do you see when you look at me?
I laugh the loudest to hide my sadness
I smile the biggest to shadow my gloominess
I stay quiet to stop me screaming
I don’t share to stop me crying
What ever you ask
All you see is my mask
What do you see when you look at me?
The strong intelligent mask I present?
Or the shrinking failing girl I resent?
What do you see when you look at me?
hope it wasnt too awful
im-loveli-rli
That was just so good, im-loveli-rli, mostly because I so much understand it. And not awfull at all
I have one more. It's called 'Have you?'
Have you ever been hugged
By your dearest friend
Yet you hoped she would let go?
Have you ever been acting
Like one you weren’t
Yet you felt it was you?
Have you ever been covered
In the brightest light
Yet you only saw darkness?
Have you ever been saying
That you were all right
Yet you knew you were lying?
Have you ever been surrounded
By all your friends
Yet you felt all alone?
Have you ever been sitting
Safety on a chair
Yet you missed the edge?
Have you ever been flying
Happily over the clouds
Yet you hoped you fell down?
Have you ever been fighting
A fight for your life
Yet you felt it wasn’t worth it?
If you haven’t
Don’t say you understand me
It makes it all worse.
Hope it don't suck too much. I wrote it a few years back and found it the other day
I have one more. It's called 'Have you?'
Have you ever been hugged
By your dearest friend
Yet you hoped she would let go?
Have you ever been acting
Like one you weren’t
Yet you felt it was you?
Have you ever been covered
In the brightest light
Yet you only saw darkness?
Have you ever been saying
That you were all right
Yet you knew you were lying?
Have you ever been surrounded
By all your friends
Yet you felt all alone?
Have you ever been sitting
Safety on a chair
Yet you missed the edge?
Have you ever been flying
Happily over the clouds
Yet you hoped you fell down?
Have you ever been fighting
A fight for your life
Yet you felt it wasn’t worth it?
If you haven’t
Don’t say you understand me
It makes it all worse.
Hope it don't suck too much. I wrote it a few years back and found it the other day
Thank you!
Wow! that was good and I do understand you!
im-loveli-rli
Wow! that was good and I do understand you!
im-loveli-rli
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