Poetry

Backstaber
the sky is turning red and they are dripping tears,
for the people that are hurting,and filled with cold bloody fears.
the ones with the guns,
pull the triggers,when their done.
the cutters blame themselves,
they bleed to death,they cut their heart right out.
you take the knife and put it right through me way to many times,
just to show the blood on the knife,
and to show people what you do after a fight.
your eyes,
makes me want to cry,
and they make me die for my lies.
you called me a fake,
let me tell you.
look in the mirror,
look into your reflection.
do you see the people your destroying?
who's the fake now,
hear the words come out of my mouth.
how could you think i was so dumb,i'm only numb.
tell me ahead,
these things you did and why.
yeah,who's the backstaber now?
memories,
promises,
all gone because of what you become.
lairs,
backstabers,
look what you done.
what do i do?your the pieces of the puzzle,
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2007-07-29 14:20:41 · 5 answers · asked by broken_heart_of_an_angel 2

"The Burned Child" by Dorothy Parker

Love has had his way with me.
This my heart is torn and maimed
Since he took his play with me.
Cruel well the bow-boy aimed,

Shot, and saw the feathered shaft
Dripping bright and bitter red.
He that shrugged his wings and laughed—
Better had he left me dead.

Sweet, why do you plead me, then,
Who have bled so sore of that?
Could I bear it once again? . . .
Drop a hat, dear, drop a hat!

2007-07-29 13:03:27 · 2 answers · asked by Dinosaur 4

Its me when am romantic
Me.. when am sad
Just feel like a horse
when it's running freely without any boundries
who can tell me what to do,
when am broken,
when am desperate,
when i just need a shoulder,
to put my cheek on
I just want to relax
want to take a deep breath
want to scream but nobody hears me
Those r my fragile moments

2007-07-29 12:13:02 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

When he's speaking of the ship what hes he comparing it to?
OLD IRONSIDES

By Oliver Wendell Holmes
September 16, 1830

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon's roar;
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more.

Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the conquered knee;
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!

Oh, better that her shattered bulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!

2007-07-29 11:42:26 · 2 answers · asked by Dani 1

Painted images in your mind,
of beautiful things and times,
of people you've never seen,
of places you've never been
of fear like you've never felt,
But only in a dream!

2007-07-29 11:32:33 · 7 answers · asked by sweetpeasmum 4

My heart beat is yours.
So you can never go.
I'd miss you every second.
Stay here forever.
Every moment better than the last.
I wish we could stay like this forever.
A smile won't ever leave my face.
We're perfect in every way,
And everyone knows.
Don't say a word.
I can hear your heart beat miles away.
Because its my heart beat to.

Kinda short but what do you think?

2007-07-29 10:19:02 · 12 answers · asked by Anna 1

I am looking for a poem about rekindling a love that was thought to be gone. I am working on getting over the hurt from the past to open my arms to our future, does anyone know of a good poem that could fit what I am feeling? Or even a website with good poetry on it? Thanks in advance!

2007-07-29 08:41:29 · 5 answers · asked by Trish G 2

ok i know i love writeing poems when im upset and heres one i wrote when my dog psted away in 4th grade

I see my dog of gold and yellow,
I hear my dog bark of life in hevan,
I touch the fur he left behind,
I smell the sweet golden smell of him,
I taste the tears that run down my cheek.

by jessica


is it possiable i could have talent is this poem even good for a 4th grader to write or is it just that people felt bad for me and pretended to like it..?

2007-07-29 05:40:25 · 14 answers · asked by jessi 2

The ocean takes my breath away,
Mountains mesmerize me,
I can spend all day in a meadow,
Or in the shade of trees.

But there's one place I'd rather be
Where I could lie until I die,
It's where I long for, when I feel,
I need some time to let my tears dry.

This is the place where,
I know I am not alone,
Not only is it my remedy,
It’s my definition of home.

My fears come to rest here,
My hopes come alive,
My purposes become clear,
This place is my life.

You won’t find this place in an atlas,
Searching the world would be a bad start,
Don’t bother looking on a globe,
For it's only in my heart.

This sanctuary of which I speak,
Only belongs to me,
For lying in his arms,
Is my favorite place to be.


Please don't copy! :)

2007-07-29 03:17:46 · 18 answers · asked by Emily G 2

As I was gazing out one morning
From the skies, there came a warning
Of impending things to come
For us all, and not for some

Soon the mighty winds will gale
Sending down a heavy hail
We’ll see visions from our past
For some moments, they will last

And some will surely cry
Thinking they are doomed to die
But from the sky, an angels face
Searching those who fell from grace

Then she covered me with her wing
Protecting me from everything
She said that he has chosen you
And some others, but just a few

You will go out and spread the word
Making sure that it is heard
I said I’ll heed the call
And will spread to one and all

He has said the world can live
For our sins, he will forgive
Then I woke up from my sleep
And my promise, I’ll still keep

2007-07-29 01:49:40 · 9 answers · asked by gary_b04901 1

I find it very beautiful as I do the other poems I have posted which are not mine but were written long ago by famous poets. I was interested to know in this climate of paedophile hysteria whether such great beautiful poetry as this would be criticised as not acceptable and perverted. I found it under a website labelled Famous British paedophiles even though these people (ernest dowson and John Cowper Powys) were never charged with harming a child in their lives and these poems were given as the only evidence.

What do you think of them?

2007-07-29 01:03:27 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Nautical Baby shower poem (for a girl)?
I made a cake for a baby shower for today and their theme is nautical (for a girl baby!!!???). Can some one help me come up with a short but sweet poem to set next to the cake? I came up with something like "Sailing into this world and sailing into our hearts..." it seams incomplete to me...any help would be greatly appreciated!!!!

2007-07-29 00:37:51 · 3 answers · asked by hcolella73 2

My world spins as i go with it.
Can't stop can't slow down.
Unable to understand.
Can't see anymore.
Save me from this place.
Please take me with you.
Take me somewhere.
Just take me away from here.

Dreaming up ways to end this.
Life will be beautiful again.
I could sing without pain.
Laugh without crying.
And we can be forever in love.
But for now.
All I can do is keep on spinning.

2007-07-29 00:01:05 · 7 answers · asked by Anna 1

heres one of my poems, please be honest.[im unpublished]


Face the day.
Without you its so much harder.
You make things right and life fun.
Listening to the sound of your voice makes my heart melt.
Thinking about you makes me smile ear to ear.
I hope you have the same problem.
And i hope you don't take that offensivley.
Hope that its just as hard for me to be gone.
Face the Day.

Face the Day.
I know i can.
But with you here, i'd never want the day to end.
Your everything i've ever wanted.
I hope im the same for you.
I dream every night of what is meant to be.
I close my eyes during the day and see you and me.
Just you relize im not ready to
Face the Day.

2007-07-28 23:27:34 · 6 answers · asked by Anna 1

Little lady of my heart !
Just a little longer,
Love me: we will pass and part,
Ere this love grow stronger.

I have loved thee, Child! too well,
To do aught but leave thee :
Nay! my lips should never tell
Any tale, to grieve thee.
Little lady of my heart !
Just a little longer,
I may love thee: we will part,
Ere my love grow stronger.

Soon thou leavest fairy-land;
Darker grow thy tresses;
Soon no more of hand in hand;
Soon no more caresses !

Little lady of my heart !
Just a little longer,
Be a child: then, we will part,
Ere this love grow stronger.

2007-07-28 20:20:21 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

" I believe that little isles were made for wondering winds to whisper to. Were I the wind, and you and isle, I'd always whisper, only to you. " ....awww

-CARSLIE

2007-07-28 18:54:21 · 11 answers · asked by jethot00 2

I Can Indeed Feel

I wish life could come easily,
Like the books on a shelf,
School use to bring so much misery,
Teardrops,
Often glistened in my eyes,
I went to class everyday,
With my eyes averted to the ground,
At lunch i kept my head in my arms,
Days would pass,
And every year i hoped for something new,
You didnt have to be my friend,
I just wanted solitude,
So I could come to school,
Without wondering what you may say today,
Did you not know,
That I am human too?
I can do all the same as you,
I can bleed,
I can laugh,
I can hate,
I can joke,
I can even do something,
I wonder if you ever knew?
I can feel,
I can cry,
What did you think that I was made of steel?
That i only looked real,
Well then i assure you,
I can indeed feel.

2007-07-28 18:48:52 · 11 answers · asked by Sh00ting_St@r! 4

this one rhymes and is written with a purpose. this one i wrote with kind of a moral behind it. thoughts?

the half of me that you can keep

is whole and perfect and complete

distanced from the rest of me

to ensure the guaruntee

that you won't lose your interest

i keep it clean and organized

for your attention that i prize

reeling you in with my eyes

and hope that i don't jeopardize

a friend that i consider best

of course there is the other half

flawed and filthy from the past

secrets i won't let you have

and promises away i cast

don't pull back the curtain

these halves of me are quite the same

as those that you hold to your name

but just like me you only claim

the one you show to gain your fame

but surely this is certain:

i know the other half of you

is there no matter what you do

but i will make a promise to

always love the entire you

so one day you can join them

2007-07-28 18:26:28 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

I hide myself in the darkness;
Letting it consume me,
I just welcome it so easily.
But can you see it?
The pain in my eyes?
Or are you all too blind to notice,
That it doesn't take much anymore.
As shadows creep;
Holding me tightly,
Covering my mouth,
Invoking my mind.
But I can't fight back;
The words they say,
What they do.
I can't fight anymore,
I have no more reasons to.

2007-07-28 18:01:41 · 4 answers · asked by u_know_who 1

by Carl Sandburg (1916)




Guns,
Long, steel guns,
Pointed from the war ships
In the name of the war god.
Straight, shining, polished guns,
Clambered over with jackies in white blouses,
Glory of tan faces, tousled hair, white teeth,
Laughing lithe jackies in white blouses,
Sitting on the guns singing war songs, war chanties.

Shovels,
Broad, iron shovels,
Scooping out oblong vaults,
Loosening turf and leveling sod.

I ask you
To witness-
The shovel is brother to the gun

2007-07-28 17:41:00 · 2 answers · asked by kim 2

If I gave you a rainbow would you color the sky?
If I gave you my life would you let me die?
If I gave you my song would you sing it out loud?
If I gave you my hand would you hold it in a crowd?
If I gave you my pride would you keep it intact?
If I gave you my sorrow would you never give it back?
If I gave you my heart would you handle it with care?
If I gave you my love would you always be there?

2007-07-28 17:38:51 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

by Carl Sandburg (1918)


Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?

I am the grass.
Let me work.

2007-07-28 17:35:39 · 4 answers · asked by kim 2

I look at the world and all I see is a cesspool drowing Humanity. Sex and Violence are now the norm; our children caught in this deadly storm.Tossed and battered by the winds, paying dearly for their Father's sins. Brotherhood is fading fast; soon just a memory from the past.Violent visions on TV are the things our children see.Murder, mayhem, blood and gore, the Four horseman stand at the door! Across the land the Demons ride, evil armies by their side. The good and pure are soon downtrodden; the time has come, now Armageddon! Oh where, Oh where are Peace and LOVE and Faith in the MAN above? Love of Country, right or wrong, the things that made this Nation strong !T he end is near, it won't be long until the Earth sings it's sad swan song.

2007-07-28 15:42:46 · 4 answers · asked by kayrat48 2

SINCE SEXTON

Lately, I paint my fingernails and think of
nineteen year old Louie
prodigy design engineer
whistling at the coffee machine.
As yet, he doesn't come looking for me but
I'm familiar with his
prick. It comes, one way or another, in showers and
bed sheets, young ladies and possibly
doughnut holes.

So it goes.

He's kind of cute in his young man way. Maybe older
than I think but I'd still
clobber him on a date. So well I know
my older woman ways.

And this is the lightest thought which has
struck me since
June.

In October, other than thoughts in which Louie is
contained
Sexton is dead.
My father's farme spirit goes on, dying. My friend's
cervix
corrodes
with cancer.
My lover lives
with his family
in L.A.

Other than the respite of remembering
Louie exists
in my mind
uncomplex and
innocent
in small ways
a change of fingernail paint makes life
easy.
Like smoking a cigarette without the threat
of cancer.

2007-07-28 15:36:17 · 9 answers · asked by margot 5

If there was any drug that I would take
The one I'd take would be as sweet as cake.
I can't tell you her name but you will find
That the drug I take is so very divine
She's lovely to see after a long hard day
And she's better than anything I can ever paid
As soon as you want some you'll always want more
And each time you take some you'll take a little more
You’ll start to get a feeling that you won’t ever forget
Your heart beats faster and you might even sweat
As the moment gets closer you start to feel
A tingling sensation that you know for sure is real
No matter how hard you try it can’t be controlled
And the best part is that it never gets old
You start addicted, and you can’t ever stop
And you get so much love you feel like you’ll pop
It turns into a problem and you can’t seem to solve it
Even if you did you probably wouldn’t resolve it
And even after saying this I know this much is true
Girl, you got me addicted, and it’s all Because of You

2007-07-28 14:49:57 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Hello stranger
Hello stranger
You came just in time
I look for you face in a crowd
Or in line
Hello stranger not a moment to soon
See that old picture is fading in the droor of my room
Now toys have gone lost
Baby teeth have come loose
There were accidents involving stitches
Spilled Juice
Report cards were shone
And one time I got sick
But it’s nothing I couldn’t catch you up on quick
Hello stranger I save you a place
And it hardly seems strange
Now that I’ve seen your face

2007-07-28 13:11:57 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

I love to write poetry, and I never really thought about publishing it until someone told me that i was a really good poet, and I should think about getting it published. This is the poem that a lot of people said was really good that I wrote. I'ts called "My Addiction."

If there was any drug that I would take
The one I'd take would be as sweet as cake.
I can't tell you her name but you will find
That the drug I take is so very divine
She's lovely to see after a long hard day
And she's better than anything I can ever paid
As soon as you want some you'll always want more
And each time you take some you'll take a little more
You’ll start to get a feeling that you won’t ever forget
Your heart beats faster and you might even sweat
As the moment gets closer you start to feel
A tingling sensation that you know for sure is real
No matter how hard you try it can’t be controlled
And the best part is that it never gets old
You start addicted, and you can’t ever stop

2007-07-28 12:18:59 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

Miss the mist

Maps cannot show where the road doesn’t go,
To places mistaken for paradise,
Oasis of spaces, lofty plateaus,
Of valueless vanity sacrifice,

Faces collide,
Fratricide follows,
And wallows in pride,
Having lied and gotten away with it,

I try to deny that I asked God why,
And wished every time, to hear a reply,
I’ve said all the words and read all the books,
Maps cannot show where the road doesn’t go.

*****

2007-07-28 11:11:32 · 16 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

I will eventually step back into free verse--but not yet. Let me know what you think:

This Dark Night

At a time when the light was far too bright,
With a clash and clamor—a clanging din,
You flip off the switch succumbing to night,
As insects crawl in, out, over your skin.
You choke, gag, swallow—finally invite
A twitching, a twinge, a tremor within.
As blue devils scuttle in endless flight,
Though closing your ears, the voices begin.
Failure and shame they are set to recite,
Litany of wrong, a message of sin.
You run around aimless, lost in your plight
Adrift and misplaced, undone from chagrin.

The chills commence, the shaking’s begun,
Pleading, praying for the next morning sun.

2007-07-28 10:25:47 · 23 answers · asked by Todd 7

I'm looking up at the stained sky
so my tears don't well up and fall.
Why can't people live
as they wish
I don't want a weak heart that can't cry
or the strength not to cry.
I'll search for a shooting
star to cast my wishes on, but
dawn is coming too soon
and I won't be able to find one.

There's never a day that I have
to remember you because
I never for a moment forgot you.

Whenever I'm sad I have
a habit of saying I'm ok.
After something stopped
that day, no matter
how much I pray,
I can't see a single star.

I want to see you, I want to see you.
Your smiling face in my memory is
just too kind.

I want to see you, I want to see you.
Your smiling face in my memory is
just too kind.

2007-07-28 07:31:05 · 11 answers · asked by Chris 2