Poetry

Burnt

A serpent doesnt know its scary, it just seems to be,
Likewise scorpions and lizards too, all of them you see.
A Gila Monster doesn't know, he's uglier than sin,
Likewise some human beings, kept locked up in a pen.

Deep inside we all have things, that scare us half to death,
If ever they were to escape, like a madman strung on meth.
I keep mine all caged and locked, safely tucked away
If he were to ever escape, I don't know what I'd say.

He's more evil than Charles Manson, a bulet to the brain,
He'd make John Wayne Gacy, seem awfully damn lame.
You see my monster is alive, and grows stronger every day,
I fear one day he'll snap his chains, the world his to slay.

So just remember that I warned, he's coming here one day,
Vlad the Impalers got nothing on him, and he's here to stay.
Death will not come quickly, in fact the pain will be real slow,
You see my monster is sadistic, A fact you need to know.

2007-06-17 10:29:07 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous

In memory of my dad, i wrote this today.

A Letter to my Dad.

Dad, I want to tell you how much it hurt
That you where never there, when I needed you
So much pain and agony, I felt dismay
In silence tears rolled down night and day

I know you loved me, I felt it in my heart
Your unorthodox manners and simple ways
That Sunday walk in the park, the month of May
Those sweet memories never go away

It was hard to understand, why you were not home
It was mystifying and yet I somehow knew
That those special moments between you and I
Will be there with me, as I grew up

Memories flash till today, seeing you at school
Unaware of your presence, watching from afar
Carrying on, jumping, screaming having tons of fun
You must’ve love me to see me smile

One day, you left without saying good-bye
It hurt so badly, I almost cried
“He’s gone,” I kept saying in my little mind
I had to go home and tell my mom

I know you are in heaven, watching over me
I have felt your presence, in moments of despair
I hope some day I can hug you again and again
Dad, I just wouldn’t have it any other way!

2007-06-17 09:38:31 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
I sat and watched
And that was all
I did.

Some hours
Passed away,
While from the night
Fled the day,
Yet still,
The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
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The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
The grey moonlight sneaked in
Through the cracks
And falling down on me
Stopped, horrified, in its tracks.

For, kneeling on the floor,
I had pressed my cheek
Against the tainted wall,
As the blood flowed
Even more
And still dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The midnight struck
In haunted tones
Upon the clock
Sent shiver through my bones,
For,
Turning cold,
The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
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2007-06-17 06:36:26 · 11 answers · asked by septembre 2

Scary night!

There was a dead calm, a loud yell near by
Everyone frightened by the furious sound
In the forest, cries of horror scattering around
Getting closer, hurry let’s get inside

At night owls, wolves and coyotes all cried
In perfect harmony under the vivid sky
The earth shaken by this mysterious being in the dark
I only saw the shadow passed by the candlelight

Menacing and full of rage, grunting
Storming back in forth, everyone quiet
Stay put my heart’s pumping, danger outside
A lonely scream, I heard about a mile

The noise of the dry leaves by the old road
The suspense in our eyes, breathing deep and hard
Against the windows in the old forgotten house
Was our only salvation of staying alive

Sleepless night, too terrified to be asleep
Our bodies ached, our sweaty hands
The sunlight hitting our faces, blinding our eyes
I slowly got up and peak outside

Is it over? Hesitantly whispering to Matt
The beast is gone let’s all pack
The silence is chilling, a dog’s bark
I know for sure I’m not coming back

2007-06-17 05:13:43 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

This week there was very sad news in my family. A relative had committed suicide. Near the suicide note there was a poem that was printed out. It was not something he wrote - it appeared to be printed off from the internet and my family would love to know who wrote it/where it came from, etc.
It rang a bell because it was also found in the room of a child in the area who was contemplating it (they didn't know eachother)
they both had visited suicide sites. (suicide sites were on the screen when the cops came in)
Anyhow, I am sorry i don't have the poem with me .It is "Untitled"
and it has in it "i will love you always"
and throughout the poem it repeats
something something something ALways
something something Always
and something about even when my breath is expired/leaves please remember I will love you always.

Sorry my memory may be foggy because i am so stressed out - but if that rings a bell with ANYONE, please respond.

2007-06-17 04:20:57 · 7 answers · asked by JustMe 4

2007-06-17 00:33:45 · 2 answers · asked by Izadora Grace S 1

What keeps me here
If I left would you care
Maybe you wouldn't notice
I reach out to you
Silently screaming in pain
Despair encases my soul
I'm trapped
Can't cry, can't breathe
Numb
And so I must escape
End my pain by my own hand
It flows from my body on a crimson wave
I grow weaker
Enclosed by darkness as freedom inches closer
I fall deeper into the abyss
Peacefully asleep
For all time

2007-06-17 00:30:58 · 5 answers · asked by Philomena M 2

describe how poetry evolved during the vedic period in india.

2007-06-16 21:40:08 · 3 answers · asked by neysbaby 2

2007-06-16 20:38:30 · 16 answers · asked by Michi 2

I'm not good at poems, and its about 'Networks and the Internet', so any of you guys can help me? I will points to the one who can help me here.. I can't find this in the internet also...

2007-06-16 19:02:20 · 5 answers · asked by rayster025 2

Who is that great man,
with calluses on his hands,
from working so hard,
to give us more than we need,
Who is that great man,
who fights off my fears,
and makes me laugh,
and stops my tears,
Who is that great man,
that loves me so much,
and has a heart of gold,
Who is that great man?
That great man is you,
My dad...

Happy Fathers Day,
I love you dad.

Love,
Kara

2007-06-16 15:06:31 · 5 answers · asked by Kara P 3

every girl iv ever met with that name is crazy..... im not sure if its good or bad crazy.

2007-06-16 14:41:47 · 15 answers · asked by hugsandkisses 1

hey!
I've just written a poem and i wanted to see what you think?
its called
Beauty lays beneath the eyes


Beauty is the key to a soul
to open our eyes never to let go
inner beauty is where the truth lies,to see a heart that will never die.

Beauty lays beneath the eyes understand the reasons why,
a special world for you and me,a special bond no one can ever see.

I believe this love will never end the connections we have the sparks they send.
Beneath these eyes there lays true beauty,if you weren't there my heart would be empty.

thanks x

2007-06-16 14:24:20 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous

I often wonder if my dreams
Are unique to me, alone
Intense, Swirling, Thrashing, Rolling
Colors turn to piercing tones
Strain to snap myself awake,
Break the vapors, Blue delusion,
Twisting, Turning, Searing, Burning
Stagnant time, true illusion
Move just once, my fingers clutch
That subtle twitch that means so much,
Grasping, holding, eye's molding,
Is he there,
Bodies touch,
Blink and think,
To the sunlight I reach,
Do I see you, shining, glowing, stop the flowing,
The battle has been won, "I'M AWAKE!"

2007-06-16 12:23:28 · 3 answers · asked by Helena Handbasket 3

Again

We never make love anymore,
It's gone the feeling from before,
I can't believe It's finally over.

It happened just as suddenly,
as a summer storm you see,
You won't touch me anymore.

Just leave me to wonder why,
Lay my head down just to cry,
What happened to us, me and you?

Is it someone else my love,
Is that why I've gotten shoved,
Right out of our bed to wonder why?

You can't really be this cold,
Down the river I've been sold,
Just another notch on your bed post.

I love dammit, can't you see,
I'll even let you just go free,
Just leave me the arsenic.

Hope you find the love you seek,
I always thought we were unique,
I was wrong as wrong can ever be.

I leave you with these parting words,
We were once like two love birds,
But now you've gone and killed me, like the rest.

2007-06-16 11:23:40 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

People saying that some good(ish) poems weren't poems at all. I'm not going to name names, but if anybody could define poems that would be great.

Thanks.

2007-06-16 08:53:36 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

the fax newsa.. u bs.. we make fun of cbs.. then u watch commercials ;)

Seventy Five
The cube that relates time and space
The sphere that is the influence of reality
A half of a half is as far away from infinity
As is the twilight cloak of the incandescent demolition
That is the birth and mart of all that stretches itself
And again we know and appreciate
Through personality
Wisdom

3-d vibrating ellipse of 6-8 units is the soul - which itself has part
in this verse, part in other verse, part in b/w
the mind is the 24 matrices due to 12 local 12 non-local perpetuations of fractals harmonizing
the body is the alignment of atoms based on these individual circuit fractals of pureness, and
the exact fractals im not 100% sure of all of them per se

2007-06-16 07:39:17 · 4 answers · asked by gekim784l 3

The color of love is how i'll begin
Discribes the tone of your beautiful skin
Deep hazel are your watchful eyes
Illuminating darkness in your saddened cries
Whats the matter? I comfort you with a hug
Your affections are returned a very well felt
A smile that moves me i sometimes hallucinate
If you were mine reality would be so great
A brief discription of what many can't see
Or even touch, so luck me......................................

2007-06-16 07:27:59 · 8 answers · asked by Sirius 1

Recognizable abhoration
in
shallow depths
of furtive glances- called love
Drips saccharine
of falicy
satiating anxious ears
Inciting fear
combusting spontaneously
all in one breath

What do you think it's about?
Does it make any sense to you?

2007-06-16 07:19:58 · 8 answers · asked by Still*Perfect 4

He wants me
I can't believe it
I melt into his arms
As he kisses me
Urgently and with passion
Yet tender and soft
I feel his love surround me
As we lay down together
My fears slip away
Replaced by peace and security
I see inside his soul
And know that I have found him
The One

And then I wake
It was all a dream
Emptiness consumes me

2007-06-16 03:43:37 · 7 answers · asked by Philomena M 2

2007-06-15 16:44:27 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

I don't want to remember racing to the hospital to say my last goodbyes
I don't want to remember the drive away from the hospital, when all i could do was cry
I don't want to remember the day after your death
when it finally set in that you were gone
I don't want to remember all the times i walked in to your room hoping i would see you laying in bed
I don't want to remember that different looking face
looking up at me from the open casket
I don't want to remember how i stopped halfway through my speech because it was to hardor how i cried all the way through moms
I don't want to remember how i didn't want to leave the funeral home because i knew it would be the last time i would see you
I don't want to fear the date and time of July 12, 9:42am
I don't want to have the day you died be a reoccurring dream, night after night
I don't want any more nights where i stay awake just thinking of you, and all the good times, and wandering, why did God take you and not me?

2007-06-15 12:47:07 · 18 answers · asked by Anonymous

Farewell, sweet friends, for shall we ever speak again?

2007-06-15 11:06:40 · 14 answers · asked by future_writer_dreamer 2

I have tried before... but the stories end up being like 30+ pages instead of 2 or 5 pages. I just seem to go into too much detail. And it kills me not to go in deep. So what do I do?

Are there any tips to help with this? writing exercises maybe?

I want to be able to write shorter stories. Thank you!

2007-06-15 08:44:45 · 8 answers · asked by ? 3

2007-06-15 07:58:48 · 7 answers · asked by prometida 3

2007-06-15 07:58:11 · 7 answers · asked by prometida 3

2007-06-15 07:11:27 · 13 answers · asked by Rogue 5

Prejudice knows our fickle nature like an oracle
Mounts and rides on our colour and tongues like a bicycle
It seems a futile wish
To cast aside this segregating cold dish


We walk in racial circles or in colour squares
Never together though no one really cares
Why do we play this game of ethnic cards?
That holds us hostage like armed guards?

We passed each other every single day
But never found the right words to say
What our eyes speak as our paths cross
Every discrimination and hurt yet another albatross

2007-06-15 06:50:41 · 6 answers · asked by TOO HOT 4

It has come to my attention that certain people on this site believe my interaction with Kayde to be something other than plutonic. Sorry to disappoint you all, but my taste runs only for my wife. I've been married 26 years and I find it truly sad that just because I try to help someone with their writing I would be villified like this. I have been totally honest about my abuse and would never put anyone else through that. to all of you who believe this...shame on you. Don't project your own sick fantasies onto me

Mine

You can try to take my mind,
even attempt to steal me blind,
but one thing you will never get,
Is something I call self respect.

I've been through hell and made it back,
I'll make it through these vile attacks,
maybe for all who choose to believe,
I'll just pack up and take my leave.

I never asked for any sympathy,
maybe just a little empathy.
I guess I asked for too much indeed,
my heart, your hand, .I too bleed.

I would never hurt a child

2007-06-15 06:35:52 · 18 answers · asked by Anonymous

My niece and nephew are graduating from high school today and we're giving them each a signed baseball and baseball card from when they played t-ball 13 years ago. We've kept them nice all these years and they've come so far and full circle, heading off to college in a couple months. The quote we put in their yearbook was something like "From picking the grass in T-ball to Varsity sports, you can do anything! We're so proud of you!" My niece played Varsity tennis and my nephew was on Varsity track.

Can anyone think of a poem (or two separate ones - one for each of them since they are boy and girl twins) that would be suitable to give them to go along with their gifts?

To be clear, the baseballs are ones that we had them sign themselves when they were 5 and the baseball cards are the ones featuring them and their own stats at the time :-)
Thank you!

2007-06-15 05:13:31 · 2 answers · asked by Marianne D 7