Poetry

I fight to do whats right
I long to do whats wrong
I must be strong
People dont understand
They dont know my heart
or their not that smart
I must go
and let them know
I am no wild thing
I am a child of the king
There was a price paid
and nothing is greater
Than the sacrifice he made.

2007-11-09 04:42:21 · 2 answers · asked by Oh so Confused? 2

Retract the rails laid across this wasteland
Boxcars filled with thoughts of redemption
Seeking salvation
Transcendence
Rebirth
An epiphany (for what it's worth)
Is where I missed my stop
Now I don't know where I'll get off
But I can't get any information
About the location of the next station

Which way to the asylum?????

Drowning in a quagmire of toxins
The acid and oil with which
They once baptized the mad
Electric shock therapy
Raising the dead
Parade to the slaughterhouse
For which we are bred

To rise above is blasphemy
A veritable Tower of Babel
Blind as moles we struggle
Towards the light at the end of the tunnel
Personally, I've grown weary
Of near-death experiences
Tired of being railroaded
Into astral projection
I lay down the tracks
That lead from absolution
Please don't resuscitate me this time
I beg you...

2007-11-09 03:45:37 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

We leave many things unfinished in our
lives when we die
things that make God's angels sigh
Words of love we never did express
kissing our children more not less
Telling our family how much we appreciate them
always being there
loving us enough to care
Taking for granted the air we breathed so free
stealing the warmth of the sun so selfishly
Once we've departed it's too late to have shared
in the lives of the ones who truly cared
Memories of us left behind, happy or sad
Change things now and don't leave anyone mad
Never go to sleep with anger on your mind
be extremely kind
Never let your child go to sleep
without a hug, a kiss
That feeling they should never miss
Thank God for the miracle of life
Buy flowers for your husband or wife
Remember when you start each day anew
the pages of your life are silently waiting to be
filled by you
with either deeds of kindness
meaness, love or hate
It's up to you how you fill your book
just don't wait until it's too late

2007-11-09 00:29:56 · 6 answers · asked by Magical 4

Sylv's skinny: like most scrawny tramps, less fun
than you'd expect. But then, it's all ok.
You might be disappointed when you're done.
She's mean enough to prefer things that way.

2007-11-08 23:58:52 · 4 answers · asked by synopsis 7

my friend is just about to have a baby, i want to write a poem to her, but im not very good a poems...:S help me please!

2007-11-08 23:23:15 · 2 answers · asked by JO 1

Plz include the title of the poem and the author.If possible include the site where the poem was found.

2007-11-08 19:32:55 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

Words can kill

slain by the words you said!
a slug in the back of my head


they stab the soul like edged knives
they pierce through unsuspecting hearts
they come like thunder and lightning !
strike you down with pain so haunting


it freezes your blood like burning ice
who then deserves to pay such price!?

hurting words could kill...
may we all speak to heal...

2007-11-08 19:23:54 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

My Pledge

If you would only hold me
take my hand and walk with me...
we'll both find our way
through these forest lost and darkened
I will never let you go
i will be here beside you
I will bear all thorns
as we walk these miles ..
you and me through this vast expanse
just dont let go, don't stray afar
i will be with you in the darkest hour
we will find our way...
where nothing can hurt us...
I promise you my life
i pledge to you my heart
We willl get out of this hell alive
together and alive.

2007-11-08 18:24:22 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Back to feeling

hours of song bingeing,
I'm gettin tired of listening
somehow whatever i'm doing
after awhile everything gets boring
now i'm staring blankly on walls
I guess i'm waiting til it all falls
brain cells stiffening
i can feel it coming...
I have to do something
before i start vanishing!
squeeze out some emotions
hope to find some commotion
there is nothing...pure nothing...
and i'm not sad...no not sappy
rather weary...neither happy...
In fact I don't feel a thing!
same old torments
another one of those moments
see you later when i'm back to feeling
that's when I'm done with the bleeding!

2007-11-08 18:11:46 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Her


From time to time, I think of her.

When she's on my mind, I can't stop missin her.

And when I go to sleep, I dream of her.

And in my dreams, I'm kissin her.

So when I wake up, I'll look 4 her.

Once I find her, I'll never let go of her.

You can have my body, but my soul is hers.

And hers is mine, so I'd even die 4 her.

I find her stunning, It's more than style with her.

Truth be told, if I was her.

I'd want someone, who would stand up for her.

Cause I find beauty, in the ugliest parts of her.

And I want to hang out, so I can say I am wit her.

I'll even cuddle, b4 sex wit her.

She has the type of beauty, that you know God took his time wit her,

So much so, that when he looks at her,

He brags to other Gods like, " Damn, I did good wit her."

And all I wanna know is, when will I meet her.

So if you fit the description, gimme a call so I can find out if... you... are...her!

2007-11-08 17:06:48 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

today, im sick of everything.
all the answers that cant be found
and of the answers that we have.
nothing makes sense and i just want to be alone
just whither away in my dim room, in my home

the thoughts come rushing in
and i cant get out of them
my only music is silence
trying to make sense of things that make sense

since the day of i dont know when
had a gun searching for where my troubles begin
looking for comedy in scaring someone
always brings a laugh when their pacing heart is done

who wants to take me serious?
who wants to watch me amusing you die?
i could never hurt anyone
but i can bring a tear to your eye

yea i thought about it before
you say havent thought it through
im killing your gut your killing me more
im thinking about what you would do

the thought tastes just like peaches
and makes me feel just like cocain
your perfect medicine is waiting
a pill to make it all o.k.

writing it all gave me smile
ill stay in this moment for a while.

2007-11-08 16:35:59 · 5 answers · asked by this is my avatar 4

myself has to take a bath
but something within me fights against it..
i keep gazing at the opened door of the bathroom...
almost ready to get off from this chair
and head to the shower
but my head says no way..
so i stay put...but still i keep gazing at the opened door...
so what i did...
while my eyes are still fixed on this tube...
...thinking about how to answer a certain interesting question...
...before i even noticed it..
i got up as fast as i could! stormed inside the shower room
and quickly turned the shower knob
The cool feeling of the water dripping all over me
felt so surprisingly refreshing
myself is pissed off but thankful all the same.
i needed that cold shower.
_________________________


*i apologize...i know this is crap..i know it's insane
maybe i'll rephrase this into a poem someday soon...maybe,
but you'll get your points from this too =)

2007-11-08 15:45:09 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Met at the bar.

You struck me as handsome,
I struck you as easy.

I loved you for love,
You loved me for sex.

I had you for hope,
You had me for ownership.

I interfered with business,
You interfered with marriages,

I found you guilty,
You found me dumb.

I saw denial,
While you saw her,

I guessed it wouldn’t last long,
You proved me wrong.

2007-11-08 14:31:24 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

The winds have blown,
the dust is risen,
i continue to walk on.
My surrondings stir,
I follow my heart,
and onward goes my path.
It twist and turns,
it drops off and restarts,
where it leads i have no idea.
i want to give up,
I have no more drive,
that has kept me going all this time.
I begin to cry,
and i fall to my knees,
i just can not follow this path.
Its led me through all my darkest times,
but it continues to bring me more.
It started out bad,
and just got worse,
but somehow ive just kept walking.
Not knowing where to go,
not knowing who to trust,
I wonder who is on my side.
My friends just stare,
then they look away,
almost as if they had just condemed me.
Is this how my life should really be?
with no where left to turn.
If you know an answer,
to this question i face,
Than for God's sake tell me now.
Or else i fear i've lost all hope,
and my path will surely end.

.. btw: I'm not thinking suicidly right now.. this poem just came to my mind..

2007-11-08 12:56:51 · 12 answers · asked by dragonflyy 4

please dont be harsh , i really love to write and i want a second opinion
As of me you never did...
Its like a permanant loss in the pit of my stomach
crying makes it grow
i know that it was all my fault
and i want you to know
tear drops fall in tribute of you either in either out
and that you have taught me a lesson in what young love is all about
mistakes happen some fault more
but when the end is nearly here
you hug me and treat me like a friend
just to hold back ll those tears
it sometimes lasts for a day it sometimes lasts for a week
true friends know your rise and fall and will catch you at the peak guilt, what a word
what a way to stain your life
and i will take this bravely take this peircing plunge of the knife
in stride in pain in courage,thats all that i can do
theres noway to take back time, i really did lose you
so the next time the girl you love, apologises amid
take it willingly and keep her close
as of me , you never did, this is to matt macn

2007-11-08 12:25:04 · 2 answers · asked by lolo 2

I look into your eyes at night,
Gazing to them for my Delight,
Moonlight strikes upon your face
I await your warm embrace

However never it shall be so
But how I love you, you don't know
Family disputes shall not be solved
my hopes and dreams have dissolved

I dream of you, night and day
How your beautiful in every way
I dream of you, until dawn
Where alone I stand, You are gone

2007-11-08 08:59:03 · 5 answers · asked by Doctor Music 3

fading away

Silky summer waves,
Lost one summer day.
The trapdoor of my mind,
Locked forever and all time.
Days of childhood dreams,
I strain just to remember.
Places I'll never be,
Where shadows disappear.
Ever since those days,
I fade like mmorning dew.
My memories have been silenced,
Just like a child's dream.
All my days the same,
A kaliedescope of emotion.
Dar imending days,
The scent of falling rain.
One recurring memory,
It seems like yesterday.
Someone that I need to see,
At the far end of the road.
Everyone waits for just this day,
When everything is changed.
I never even wanted to stay,
Everything was just in vain.
Withering dead emotions,
As I slowly fade away.

2007-11-08 07:59:24 · 9 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

*****

Sandstorm,
From nowhere came,
Sun baked, wind blown, endless,
Quenchless thirsts at wells run dry,
Fatal.


Aqua,
Cool pond trickle,
Dancers on shimmering glass,
Spider glide away…the trout,
Hungry.

*****

2007-11-08 02:20:52 · 10 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

Hate

I see you there...
right in front of me...
i see the hate in your eyes
your clenched fists....
and i hate you....
i hate how you hate me
and tears are building up in my eyes
but i can't let you see that!
no i won't let you see...
how much you're hurting me....
i grit my teeth in pain...
in hate....
in love....

2007-11-07 22:39:36 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Fight for all the right reasons

to fight for all the wrong reasons
to rationalize everything
love is the sole spring
inspiring, motivating, moving
if it is there, if it is real..
then it must be rewarding

to fight for all the wrong reasons
makes us fools for deluding
contrary to the face of evidence
we inexorably keep on hiding
wounded yet unswayed..denying
must we brave all the bleeding?

fight for all the right reasons...

2007-11-07 22:35:59 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Female dog

Male dog

Play...

On the street

Male dog

Run

With female dog...

Not for love...

Not for sex...

Only with sence...

Male dog sence is

Not non sence...!

2007-11-07 20:52:00 · 7 answers · asked by otteri selvakumar 2

The end of the year is near , as we count it on a calender year,
All the people go queer , buying gifts for their dear.
Who care,s as we rip the paper of our presents and see what is meant for us, by the person who went to so much fuss.
Spent their hard earn,t cash on a gift from a shelf in a shop, that reminded them of myself.
Do I have a dollar sign that makes them go blind , and puts me in their mind , I,m not that kind.
I don,t have a price I am so nice I don,t need a present under a tree to enlighten me.
The thought is ok , the present you buy I do ask why??
Do I look in my eye like the person you have to bye.
I don,t think so as you know, for i am a person that we both can grow.
Spending dollars and hiding them in a present isn't always plesent putting them under a tree and saying santa gave these,
is a lie for he does not fly the night skies.
Every twelve moons we play this same old tune, why do we fuss as we must it only makes the un-rapper smile cause he,s in dept to you.

2007-11-07 19:38:07 · 2 answers · asked by Thinka 2

i receive many poems in emails. for the past two days they have been appearing as chunks of prose. when i want to write a poem and save a draft ,the draft also turns the poem into a chunk of prose with no verse structure.

is this the'new and improved' yahoo mail? not for me it isn't.

2007-11-07 19:19:28 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

What is Shakespeare saying in the first quatrain? I understand the rest of the sonnet just not this part.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
Or bends with the remover to remove.

2007-11-07 19:13:03 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

Is it the light?
Or the night?
...That you fight?
Lost inside,
Long ago,
Amidst those things,
Left behind?
Can you cry?
Can you try?
...Or just too shy?
Prayers for why,
You've eclipsed yourself,
Too many times;
Blinded yourself,
To all that shines.
In the corners,
Behind the drapes,
You'll find your pain,
Your hidden hunger,
Which makes you sane.
Is it the light?
Which makes your night?
Unopened,
Untouched,
Waiting,
Ever writing,
Lost in your fight.

2007-11-07 17:44:24 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

I would like it to be about being with the woman throughout the whole birth experience if possible. I can't seem to find anything myself. Thankyou to anyone that can help.

2007-11-07 15:48:50 · 1 answers · asked by Jasper 4

i need to write an ode including reference to
*Potawatomi *Harper’s Ferry *Robert E. Lee

2007-11-07 14:51:28 · 3 answers · asked by cort m 2

A summary or pharaphrasing?
please and thanks!! :)

2007-11-07 14:14:46 · 2 answers · asked by General Raam 1

I am making kind of a collage/portrait thingy for a friend right now with a lot of random pictures in there, and for part of the picture, I'd like to have a little poem showing up in places. I'd like it to have something about a phoenix, the moon, love, lotus, October, and the sun. I'm terrible at writing poems, so the person who can write me the best poem with the things I just metioned will get 5 stars from me! You might even get the 5 stars if it is kind of like a song, but I'm not necessarilly promising that LOL!

2007-11-07 13:40:43 · 5 answers · asked by The Girl In Black [panic!] 5

HAUNTED
A trap door in the labyrinth of my mind
Opens up to let the ghosts inside.
All I ever learned and rethought
Is simmering there in a great black pot,
And it's boiling over, hot as hell;
Guess it's time to cast the spell,
Removing myself from this reality
That constantly lashes out at me.
It seems I'm always down below-
When you look at me, do you get vertigo?
Because you're up there so high and proud;
Hope you can see through the clouds
Of suspicion and discontent
That loom over me so imminent,
Like the doom that you put me into...
Wish I were a bit more like you,
But I'm not, and I just can't get past
The way the hands of fate are cast.
I'm bluer than blue here in the black,
Not looking forward but I can't jump back
To how things were before I met you;
I can't blame anyone but me, 'cause I let you
Grow so much stronger at the cost of my pride.
Now I lock the door with the ghosts inside.

2007-11-07 12:11:18 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous