Demoniacally possessed underneath the charge the whole world stares at you but you sit in your mirage under a thin vail of midnight mist plotting another's suffering it's your one true wish did you think I would twist words to give you a new voice even in the depth of the hallowed halls of heaven sometimes we don't have a choice sometimes we don't have a voice but all the time we see you and in your darkest moments I rejoice. I am all that was,before all began and to the ground I am cast,set before man Just another tidbit ;D
well mine r kinda u kno...so here hope u like Silently I grasped your hand but little did you know this was only the start Our eyes stared at each other weaving endless thoughts and didnt want to part You slowly turned away and smiled towards the sun And out of nothingness a storm had begun Our hearts began to race and reached to our throats Then I held you close to my chest where you secretly began to choke This meeting of the hearts was too much for you to endure I'm sorry my love I can't bear to torture you anymore So I leave you this precious item to protect and care for Just promise me you'll keep it safe and never let it shatter Or else this tender soul will have no meaning and will want to join his creator sooner in the Hereafter.
Please read the Forum Rules. Internet shorthand such as "r" and "u" are against the rules. Please stop using them. I noticed that 90% of the poems on here rhyme. Perhaps I'll succeed This time in writing a haiku. Dammit, I messed up!
Red, yellow, green, blue What are you doing? Yes you! Hopping on those silly squares Jump here, jump over there What is your meaning, so? Where do you want to go? That is so lame that's not even going on my DA
Very good poem, kyogreblue. Now here's one not so romantic. In blood against all odds I raise my head to the morning sobs A broken heap of twisted metal and chrome for all I've done it was all wrong I spill my soul into a pool about ankle deep on the floor where I sleep I still fight through the seconds of time and drown in my sorrow at the end of the week This is madness,no it's me killing myself slowly arsenic in my dreams I write these poems and rip the pages from the seams my light fades fast and quicksand paves these paths where I tread I fill myself with delusions of happiness to cover the tracks of dread A burning anger a tempest of degeneration from which all sides are these changes I am facing my heartburn's my breath becomes shallow torment me no longer the tombstone of the fallen ones becomes hollow Grave angel pour your concrete over my dreams so yet I can sleep Grave angel turn your face into my thoughts engulf me in your prison make me the fault the reason all things bad happen and at the end of time let us sing about the last bastion grave angel you empower me to sit here encased in Prison in my infamy Anyone know of a decent poetry site? I knew of a few back when, but alas my memory has failed me. I know I could use google, I was asking if anyone has experience with a poetry site and could recommend one first hand. Good job starting this thread CJ, I was a bit embarrassed to do so myself :-[
thanks dedboy yours is pretty awesome too gothic poems are really cool i have a friend who writes those but she always includes blood in between lol ok heres a funny one..i uhh..actually wrote this one in class the subject was boring and uhh i was bored lol btw this was a long time ago You smell like trash Which everyone wants to bash You look like a rat Which makes everyone scat You sound like cymbols Which makes people tremble A poor lad are you Who belongs in the zoo But if there you stay You may scare all the animals away
Wrote this last night... in the dark... rough draft... Myownlittleblunder start,menu,mozilla,search, type in punctuation, context clues, log on yahoo, MSN,AIM,Gtalk, Chat a bit,homework's still the same It's five past 12 after lunch, We've all gotten to know this little bunch. Just sit,relax, eager and all that, Live for a bit,talk for a bit, Avoid that mangy little brat. Next think I know, it's four to 12, Into what shubject shall I begine to delve? But wait, my printer's not working! No one will let me print. LOUIE! YOU'RE STILL PLURKING!? It's three to 12, dad shouts from the door, "you'd better sleep now" Burning from the core. I download the driver, 30 mb, that's not much. I look at the time, DRAT!I'm in a rush! Waiting, and waiting, Louie's stopped Plurking, Printer's online, I'd better stop lurking. The driver's fastened on tight, I print out my homework... FRIGGIT! The only ink was white.
AWWWWW, ded's writing is so cute and romantic and cuuuuuuuuute. I found that all hopeless romantics are artistic, they'll always find someone, even though the outcome may seem bleak to oneself. Don't you fret.
Thank you for viewing my humble entries. I am no hopeless romantic though, as I keep myself grounded and know time isn't for me or against me. I do hope you're taken care of though beautiful and never let anyone hurt you, and you know exactly what I mean. Try this one: The words you speak,painting a bleeding canvas of abstention do you realize I see beyond all that you are. I see more than my eyes comprehend and my mind can analyze for in you I see sin and peace,but that's why I know,you can't feel the way I do. For all the moons and stars that inhabit the night,for all those that suffer the unseen plight,for all of those that disappear as time flows,they all are lucky they've never been pricked by a black light rose. Be lost and stumble in your mind,but know that to me it's only time absence makes the heart grow fonder,but I have to wonder to myself how much longer? These are only words no hidden meaning,but I can hide the fact there is someone I'm needing. Come on Nat, I'm sure you can come up with something. I know you're artistic as well. Or maybe that is what I am hoping for
No, not always. Try this link http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry That will shed some light on it. I don't always have the words in my head when I need them to be, but when I write, everything becomes clear. Poetry can be used to convey a message about anything really. I had a poem win me a fifty dollar gift certificate back in seventh grade. It was about pancakes , so pick up the pen(or open notepad ) and let's see some creations.
My poem is bad I hope you are glad Maybe you'll agree It's not perfect symmetry Now look I've wasted your time, you dumb f*ck DDDDDDDDD Now for some serious 'poetry': "Sadness is nought but a never ending vacuum You are the one who must turn it off. It draws you in a vortex of dispair Stop it, right there. Depression consumes you until you are gone End it now before you are gone. " http://cjdogger.deviantart.com/art/Sadness-is-a-vacuum-126991189