Poetry

You tried to control me,
but it never really worked.
You tried to make me say things,
but the words wouldn't come out.
You tried to force me to do things,
but you never knew how.
You were jealous of me,
but I don't know why.
You wanted to take over my body,
but I didn't let you.
You wanted more than me,
but I always had less than you anyway.
You never had faith in yourself,
but I always had faith in you and myself.

Also another poem:
What is evil?
Could it be you?
OR could it be me?
What about your friends?
OR your loved ones?
What could it be really?
OR do you already know?

Is it the hatred on this world?
Is it the people whom have no soul?
Is it the sadness around us?
Is it the unforgiving people?

Who does really know?
I don't but maybe you do!
If you do know, do tell me and others,
So we can destroy it,
or try and live around it!

2007-07-13 14:49:24 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Hi everyone, I'm bored as can be!!!! So here's a small poem that I wrote about boredom. Thankz!

(noname)

Sitting at your desk,
with a pencil in your hand
and a sheet of paper in front
of you.
You've been sitting for hours
like this and haven't even
put a single word on the paper.
Nothing to do, nothing to see,
nothing, nothing, nothing.
That's what you think
but something is out there
waiting......

Hope you like it!! :D

2007-07-13 14:33:26 · 7 answers · asked by *luna's lover* 2

Tender, choice,warm,harsh,love!

2007-07-13 14:17:43 · 12 answers · asked by sandra b 5

Split Apart

Close friend
Yet far friend.
Thought I knew her
Though I didn’t.

Nice friend!
Did I assure myself.
Mean friend!
Confronts me in this land.

Friend down, down the road,
Down she goes,
Down the road where nobody knows.
A darkened path there she goes.

Lonely one
There I am.
Want her to be in this land,
The land where I am.

Praying, there I am,
Hoping she will know who I am.
Questions me and is harsh to me
Nothing to do but to sit and wait,
Wait, for her to understand me and Thee.

2007-07-13 14:08:03 · 7 answers · asked by Evangelist 3

excuse the cactus
thirsting on the sill
excuse its quills
stuck out:
they're only an attempt
at self-defense.
see how it bleeds
to fossils the old sand
itself looking to be such
a fussy fossil.
not quite futile.
it should require
some sort of guile
some genius
to subsist on sun
some lake sand
(have both for free!)
and come out looking
freshly green,
(juicy even)
as if in spite of
as if in fun.

2007-07-13 13:56:45 · 4 answers · asked by myl 2

I saw you in the hall
you made me smile
when your eyes caught mine.
i talked to you online,
for hours at a time
i couldn't be sure
of what was happening
all i knew is
that slowly but surely
you tore the wall down around my heart,
you made me fall for you
harder than i think you meant to
you told me you cared about me,
i told you i cared about you too
but now I'm wishing
you would've left "us" alone
and left my wall standing strong cause now I'm lying here
feeling as if
i watched my world
shatter before my eyes,
and now all i can see
is you,

walking away with her

2007-07-13 11:08:17 · 20 answers · asked by Anonymous

Is anyone real?
Am I?
Are You?
or are we all
just here playing some character
saying whatever makes us look better
doing whatever makes us look better
even if it makes others look worse,
or seem worse than they actually are
all the rumors
all the lies
all the stuff we do to save ourselves
what if we didn't care
what if...
we were honest
we were true
we were trusted or even trusting
would it make a difference
or would we no matter what
sooner or later
fall back
into a world
of fakes.

2007-07-13 10:10:13 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous

I know we broke up months ago,
But I still love you.
There’s something about you,
That I can’t let go of.
You’re the best thing that happened to me,
And if I explain why you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,
I’m afraid that I will break down and cry.

I know you’re probably thinking
That I should get over you,
But it’s hard to get over you
When everything reminds me of you.
You’re the one that I always think about,
And it’s hard to get over somebody
If they’re all you think about.

I would look right into your eyes,
And say what I just wrote.
But after knowing you,
You won’t understand
And you won’t care.

2007-07-13 09:40:56 · 6 answers · asked by Ashley M 1

They say that ‘loving is hard, for our generation’. That it’s near impossible to find a kindred in this world of hostility, pain, strife and grief. Some aren't strong enough, they crawl back into their shells and live out their days with their backs to the world. I won’t call them cowards for that. Looking for love in the eyes of another takes bravery and uncommon audacity, I applaud the brave the audacious, I see them from my window walking dogs, strolling offspring, finishing each others sentences as if they are one cerebral fiber with volume at different ends. If you believe in god he must smile every time the phrase “soul mate” is used. He must watch them before they meet he must cringe when they cross the street when they are sick, and weak all the time hoping that nothing will stop them on there path to each other and then can we really imagine the joy god must feel when their eyes meet for the first time and he knows that they will never be apart again.

2007-07-13 09:39:23 · 3 answers · asked by Myself 4

I miss the times we used to have.
I miss the love we used to share.
But the one thing I won’t miss is loving you
Because I will never stop loving you.

2007-07-13 09:24:19 · 4 answers · asked by Ashley M 1

Do you have any Piece of writing at all?
It can be a poem, song, or a story, true story that happened to you, or even the most EMBARRACING day you ever had.
Bye!

2007-07-13 08:16:50 · 18 answers · asked by Candee_Puffs 4

Today, I got a letter from famouspoets.com, saying that that I was the "Famous Poet for 2007" and a whole bunch of other stuff. Is this a scam or is it real? Who else had gotten this letter?

2007-07-13 08:13:40 · 5 answers · asked by Ashley M 1

I do it all
I run from the faces
but wherever i go
your presence leaves spaces

I keep looking for distance
I'm set into flooring
I'm out there for you
and the heaven's are pouring

How i feel
is let pushed and confided
there are no more choices
as my memory is divided

I'd do anything to forget
and live for it all
take me down with you
and let the rain fall

soaring in your arms
voiced in your heart
touch me softly
and let's never be apart

There beautiful and different
These short desperate hours
You've stolen my wings
And together there ours...

2007-07-13 07:48:25 · 14 answers · asked by randi 1

The sun slowly rises
Only to fade away
Then goes into the night
With a cool midnight spray
We sleep sound in our beds
With peacefulness at bay
Only to be awakened
With the begining of a new day

2007-07-13 06:06:24 · 19 answers · asked by IslandOfApples 6

There was a hatted girl named Lily
Whose laugh sounded rather quite silly.
She danced on her toes
And spun out of control,
And landed on her poor little tooshie.

And then in her seated sanguinity
She had a strange craving for lolly.
She wrinkled her nose
And then she arose,
And ran all the way to her Swedey!

But, alas, when she reached his abode
He was working his little fellow.
Not to be left behind,
She knelt o'er his recline,
And proceed to give him the big O!

2007-07-13 05:02:19 · 16 answers · asked by Moo 3

I get in my car, step out for more gas
I need to keep looking, or this day will pass
Looking for work, does have frustration
To open these doors, to gain penetration

No luck today, it must be a curse
The local job bank, they just need a nurse
They feed me a line, I get an illusion
And in the end, it adds to confusion

You'd think with these no's, my spirit will bend
But I tell you right now, I'll look to the end
They see my work, my papers unfold
I see in their eyes, they think I too old

If I was just younger, more dashing and bold
They'd line my pockets, with offers and gold
If they saw thru my wrinkles, and all these greys
That I learned from them lines, I'm smarter these days

They say at my age, I'm surely in trouble
What do they think, they just burst my bubble
And at the end of this day, I've heard enough crap
Who'd want to work, for some young foolish sap

2007-07-13 01:13:17 · 8 answers · asked by gary_b04901 1

my girlfriend is always telling me how she finds death romantic. i just don't see it, i think she been listening to jeff buckley far to much.

2007-07-12 23:29:15 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

please i really want to know who is amador daguio, i really need it,., immediately!! pleaSE!!!!

2007-07-12 23:18:05 · 5 answers · asked by ronnie 1

hmm i think it's veryy like weak..

i have fallen deep for you
each second of each day i think someone will take you away from me
i dont ever want to lose you
you are my best friend, my lover
i want to be with you forever
you know all my flaws, differences, and mistakes
yet you still love me
my life is complete with you in it
i dont regret a single moment i spent with you

2007-07-12 19:06:57 · 10 answers · asked by Orange? 4

i wrote this poem && it is very important to me to kno how other people think it is.......my friends would never understand it if i tried to get them to read it......so i need all the opinions that i can get......



looking into warm, blue eyes
brings out the summer in my skies...
the darkness broken by the light
[i found a place to sleep tonight]

i'm running quickly throught the ocean,
into arms opened so wide...
there to catch me when i fall
[i found a place to sleep tonight]

i'm smiling (unheard of...)
i'm laughing (that is new...)
i found a place to sleep tonight
that place, it's beside you...


i want a real opinion not a joke.....this is very important to me.....PlZ read!!

2007-07-12 18:30:51 · 14 answers · asked by randi 1

put it to ur neck tilt it pull the triggar se wat happens
wat if the ravens

were knocking at ur door
skreaching evr more

death seems so little
how was ur life wittled

bare peice u scatered on the floor
u wer tore

how could i not have seen
if i had i would have interviened

put it to ur throught and pull the trigger

it travles thro ur artery in to a vein
travle till it gets thro ur brain
aint it a ashm


u left a note to say good bye
u made them cry
you left them all of them wondering y


no one knew about the attempts
about all the thoughts of exempt
and all the death tempts

suidide
ur a bird causing its own avicide
being relifed from the dark side


we will miss u
if only we knew
but we didnt have a clue

so now we say our adieu
to our one and only u



plzz be honest

2007-07-12 16:45:27 · 22 answers · asked by billy jack lol 3

You Were the One


You were the one that was always by my side
You were the one that was there after every fight
You were the one that helped me decide
You were the one that made everything all right

You were the one that called me baby
You were the one that that will always know me
You were the one who said maybe
You were the one who tried to show me

You were the one who said all those things
You were the one who would count the hours
You were the one who thought you were king
You were the one who would stop and smell the flowers

Your still the one Who does that stuff
Your still the one who is as gentle as a dove
Your still the one who thinks that he's tough
Your still the one who with all my heart I love

2007-07-12 13:49:48 · 22 answers · asked by SAXplaya! 2

I feel so grim and blank and grey-
I cannot tell my heart to stay.
I want to try but feel so cold-
My younger thoughts are feeling old.

I've cried a hundred-thousand tears
And mourned for all our future years.
I do not want to get up again-
I'm tired of wondering where you've been.

My trust is gone and I'm so done.
You always think your're having fun.
You open up a putrid sore-
And every time I bleed some more.

My plans and dreams are down the drain.
I cannot take another pain.
I'm counting down- I'm going slow.
I have nowhere I want to go.

I know there's hope somewhere in time.
Maybe I'll find it as I rhyme.
Until I do I'll play the game
And guess that you will do the same.

2007-07-12 13:42:57 · 3 answers · asked by bethybug 5

What in the world is going on?

Houses burning
People mourning
People thinking "Oh its only one more."
But deep down they are torn

No one caring,
We all are tearing
On shaking grounds
I hear awful sounds

The smell of ashes
The sight of gashes
The taste of blood
The touch of floods

We all are dying
We are flying
Above the clouds on our way to heaven
Right at eleven

2007-07-12 11:51:53 · 6 answers · asked by heavymetaluvr101 2

The Truth

Jesus love
Is like a dove
White and pure
Any sickness he can cure
I asked him one day
“How much so you love me?” I say
“This much.” He said
As he was lead
He spread his arms apart
As each nail went in like a dart
Then he died
He never lied
He never sinned
But sin he did mend
In 3 days he rose
Know everything he knows
AND THAT’S THE TRUTH!

2007-07-12 11:16:38 · 7 answers · asked by SAXplaya! 2

So, I've been trying to find this very small book of poems that I picked up years ago. Don't know the name of the poet which makes it rather difficult. I know it's a woman and the poems were short and to the point, very abstract, prose-y. The one thing that really sticks out in my mind is that the poems were pretty passionate, almost erotic, about lovemaking, etc. And the book covering was red. That's it! And the poems were divided into topics...If someone could actually think of the book or author I'm talking about that would be a miracle!

2007-07-12 10:05:00 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'm stuck!!! I'm making 3x5 cards for a baby shower I'm planning. I want to put a poem on them that explains what the card is for. I want to keep it simple and to the point. The card is for each guest to write some well wishes for the baby and her future or some advice for the new mommy.

Any Ideas???
Thanks

2007-07-12 08:49:58 · 14 answers · asked by American Girl 4

Jesus was a youngster.
A dreamer through and through.
He never really could behave
As others liked him too.
Tending to his daily chores
While living in his mind.
He prayed for peace in sorrow
For the plight of human kind.

Jesus was a young man.
Hormonal, strong and bold.
Reflected in the ladies eyes
In teenage days of old.
He did not live in purity,
Nor did he live in shame.
Instead he walked the path to truth
And other's did the same.

Jesus was a rebel.
A rebel with a cause.
Resisted all authority
And disobeyed the laws.
He did not pass a judgement
And gave his people worth.
The man they sent to offer peace
Had many tasks on Earth.

Jesus was a brave man.
He didn't give a toss.
They hung him up with rusty nails
To show him who was boss.
But never did he grumble.
Till' the moment of his death.
He prayed forgiveness for the world
With his last and final breath.

2007-07-12 07:24:51 · 18 answers · asked by ? 5

PARALYSIS BY ANALYSIS
by Saint John
from the forthcoming album "All That I Bleed"



(verse)
Letters arranged on the floor
Postmarked with shades of magenta.
Order by randomness,
I search for the words unhinged...

Obscured are "the atones"
Written beneath the white and the grey.
A character's character
Slanted by words left to say...

(chorus)
Where has the life of a hand become
Thin white lines in subterfuge
Some things not destined to know...
Ignorance be damned, for I want to grow!

(verse)
Paralyzed, I analyze
Each stroke with annoying pace.
Tear marks crooked with time,
For the fingerprint's guilt-driven shame!

Enveloped yet not developed,
At least to yet my reply.
Though hark! Silence is said
Feelings stamped to deny...

(chorus)

Haste is the waste of a day newborne
Yet this moment I still leave to be scorned!

2007-07-12 00:26:53 · 3 answers · asked by zmanjohn00 2

Society falls to your feet with grace and style
...Before your lonely eyes.
Its winter breath caresses you silently,
With violent wishes...
Crimson kisses,
Fulfilling the temporary innocence and emptiness
...With calming severity;
Silhouettes in shadows trace your every step.
Casually whispering to yourself;
Somehow, somewhere,
another time, another dare;
...Another line;
...Afraid to share,
You tremble, but you know;
...Somehow you understand...
The truth beyond the temptation,
The purity beyond the question,
Knowing I’m there...
With sensuous rhythm,
The evil in others’ hearts,
Feeds the storm within.
A velvet kiss lingering on the edge of eternity,
Beckons you, blackens you,
Tearing you apart...
Silken feathers on the floor...
Broken tiles crying for more.
Give in to your pain,
Leave it behind...
Carefully shrouded memories,
Embrace your mind;
Heart felt, heart swept,
Cling to your dreams,
And I’ll take you there.
Against your better sentiments,
I’ll take you there.

2007-07-11 23:18:34 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous