Poetry

i am a poet and i would like you to se if like my poem.
here it is:

The Suicide
By David Lawrie


I rush to the bathroom and lock the door,
I can't stand the pain; I can't stand it anymore.

I go to the cabinet for that lethal pill,
Knowing that this one will help or kill.

My parents received the letter of suicide,
They're wondering if their son is now dead or alive.

They pounded and pounded and said, Open the door.
I said, No, you do not have your son anymore.

They said, Why, son, are you doing this?
I said, I love you and blew them a kiss.

I took the pill, then my life started to dim,
My chance for survival was really slim.

The door flung open with tremendous power,
This was such a terrible hour.

Why did I have to end my life?
Why did I cause them strain and strife?

Something was wrong inside my head,
Sorry, Mum and Dad, your son is now dead.

2007-08-31 08:13:09 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

Kitten Sight,
Eyes of the cat;
Blinking like the butterfly,
Guiding your heart.
Flying by the light,
Within your soul,
Through the darkness of the night,
Touching every star,
Every dream in sight.
Fly by me,
Light my way,
For a moment,
Teach me freedom,
Truth and hope.
Blink for me,
Wink for me,
Smile for me,
With your kitten sight.

2007-08-31 07:33:35 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

You sing
To yourself,
When no one’s there
To sing to you;
Cry,
To yourself,
When no one’s there,
To hold you;
But you never,
Get lonely,
Because you’re
Always alone,
And no one,
Understands,
What it’s like,
To be you.

2007-08-31 07:04:18 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

Sadness is the song,
The doves sing at dawn.
Filling the sky,
With their lamenting cries.

The one true passion,
Never out of fashion,
Gives hope to the night,
That all will be right,

She may be gone,
But Lingers,
Caressing,
Caring,
Loving,
As the sun.

2007-08-31 06:53:42 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

The desperate crying of the phone
Repeatedly wails answer please
A voice that cannot be ignored
Screaming help for I am alone

An ache physically gnawing
Relentless as it whittles away
A shape once solid and complete
Distorted from a constant pawing

Reluctantly I answer yes?
Knowing the same words will be said
The compulsive hunger speaks
I must say no to his request

2007-08-31 05:45:46 · 7 answers · asked by Marguerite 7

MY LAIR



My lair is so precious to me

I sit here in my lair everything is right

The candelabras shine so bright

The carpet is black as night

The walls are blood red

No light enters here, I worry not

It is perfect for my kind

There is a breeze just for me

It is night and time to hunt

But I wish not to leave my spot

I wait for my lord "Donavon" he comes for me

He shows me the way to survive out of my lair

I finally find a way to leave my lair

2007-08-31 02:49:16 · 5 answers · asked by rose_vampiress 2

little poem i felt like writing. hope u like it.

A broken heart that can't be mended
All those painful memories have finally ended

She gave her heart to so many guys
Everyone can hear how loud her heart cries

Her heart has gone through so much
Left empty and untouched

So who does she turn to?
She has no clue

Who will love her the way she needs
Her heart bleeds

If only someone would give her a chance
But they always turn away after one glance

But maybe this is it
She has to admit

She must love herself the way she is
She now knows that it was all a quiz

So if u were one that broke her heart
No need to apologize she has decided to restart

2007-08-30 14:24:54 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-08-30 04:07:03 · 7 answers · asked by okoboji1988 1

My little 3 year old cousin ,Faith, is very sick. She has Aplastic Anemia. This is where the bone marrow is being destroyed in her body.
I wanted to send her Mom a poem to encourage her but when I try no words come to me. All that comes to me is sadness and tears. The family is very Christian and every one is praying. I want to give Faith and her Mom something more.

Can you please help me with a poem for them?

2007-08-29 21:23:19 · 13 answers · asked by DrMichael 7

If someone on an F-1 visa enters a poetry contest and wins publication, does the cash prize (if there is one) count as employment? if it does, can it be donated?

2007-08-29 09:18:55 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-08-29 06:04:30 · 6 answers · asked by Johnny B. 2

I think my poems are good, but they definitely sound like poems. What is the difference between something that reads like a poem, and something that reads like a song? What should I keep in mind when I try this new style?

2007-08-29 06:00:18 · 10 answers · asked by The King in Yellow 1

Why did Browning write her sonnet in the Petrarchan style and not the Shakesperean style like the rest of the poets in the victorian era?

2007-08-29 03:35:02 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Courage

I’ve been waiting here an hour
Like some sad and droopy flower
On the chance that my glance will fall on you

When you come around the corner
My heartbeat skips and flutters
And I shudder like an arrow’s passing through

Then I sit there like a mummy
Or some stringless puppet dummy
That hasn’t got a clue of what to do

Today I’ll stand and holler
Loose my collar, bet a dollar
They will hear, from you-know-who

Here they come, better run,
From heat just like the sun,
Now my tongue, it weighs a ton, spit out my gum,

Oh crap! Stepped right in the goo…
Hi…

*****

2007-08-29 02:59:58 · 7 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

When all is well she is never noticed,
When there is light she is overshadowed,
Only when tainted by darkness,
Her true beauty is shown.
She sacrificed living with the light,
To illuminate the unknown,
To alleviate our fears.
She shelters us lovingly,
Yet she is ostracized
She is trapped
Cursed to live in gloom eternallym
Living only to as a tool to be used
Dying only to be ressurected
This sorrowful life is her's
The lonely moon

2007-08-29 02:41:58 · 11 answers · asked by Lying from you 4

I started writing poems one day and realised I was quite good. So I started writing short stories and then decided to write a letter as it would be from a soldier to his wife in World War 1.

Tell me what you think....................

My Beauty Elizabeth

My Spirit mourns for the touch of your delicate beauty. I am heavy laden with thoughts of trepidation and despair. Oh how I yearn for the moment my dream become reality – the day my fingers caress your body once more.

The stench of death and pain caused by man’s warring battle distress my soul. To partake in mankind’s abysmal vengeance was a choice beyond my power. For by the thousands, we are forced to partake in a war we neither caused nor sought after.

Like sheep that are herded by fear by a superior being, they attempt flight - an escape path but to no avail. Their efforts are fruitless; the unremitting attempts of freedom exhaust their willpower and valor of heart.

Surrender is the only alternative, the tyrant is too power

2007-08-28 20:51:14 · 1 answers · asked by shiftymad 2

this is my first day writing poetry.. i've written two..

Poem A



I want you to know, how deeply I care
For somebody whose touch, is more than I can bare.
When you get near, I trimble, I just want you to see
Your my world, my universe... I want you to belong to me.
But thats too much to ask, if you could only see
From the second our eyes met, I knew it was destiny.
Your my only one, my everything.
Please know, im your's for the taking.


Poem B

All this suffering, been doing it for years
After all the wondering, i'm back at the starting point
Start to think, whats the point to my journey.
Maybe it's just destiny, that I fail.
I cant handle, my fear of rejection.
Maybe it's just destiny, that I fail.

2007-08-28 20:30:34 · 10 answers · asked by hornsfan1134 1

please name some words that rhyme with crisis. if i use yours youll get the points.

2007-08-28 12:49:35 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

there use to be a site called deleric but I believe it's been done away with...anyone know of another site similar to it?

2007-08-28 12:05:14 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Enjoy if you will.

Crowded Up There

I don’t have long to tarry here,
My days are almost done.
I’m going to a better place,
I should have lots off fun.

I’ll shake off all the fetters,
That hold me to the ground.
I’ll get a set of pearl white wings,
So I can fly around.

I’ll look and see the ocean deep,
The mountains up so high,
I’ll watch the clouds beneath me,
As they go drifting by.

For in this life I cannot see,
There I’ll have eagle’s eyes.
And see the world as I soar up,
Up higher than the skies.

But I tell you to mourn me not,
The place that I’m to go.
Will be the best that I could hope,
Not one will err feel low.

I’ll make a place beside me there,
For crowded it should be.
I’d hate to miss you in the sky,
When Earth shall set you free.

2007-08-28 11:08:15 · 4 answers · asked by Dondi 7

i need to memerize a 14 line poem but i dont know about poets. Can you please help?
thank you

2007-08-28 10:58:38 · 15 answers · asked by BookWorm 2

Sheltered from a storm by an almighty eye
The love heat sweltered as i began to cry
And the storm ceased and fled from our view
Keeping warm in the loneliest dew

Whether i was the right one
Or whether i was wrong
Im just glad that you found
Somewhere to belong

And so i'll travel this wild world
Sleep in the darkness so meek and so mild
Just waiting for the morning to arrive
And see the warning upon those dusky eyes

Im a traveller, heart broke and attractive
I live for tomorrow but no future i have
For you have went on, gone forever
And nothing i do will keep this weather at bay

I'll love you forever even though no love shall return
And in this strange world i'll just continue to exist
My heart will glow and burn beneath this white skin
Hoping, praying i'll find the love again

Love you always
Miss you always
The best of luck to you
I'll always be with you

2007-08-28 10:28:42 · 10 answers · asked by The World At War 1

I come in once and get a point
that I won't see again till tomorrow
I can't believe how much time I waste
answering questions I think I know

Boy meets girl, what to do
Communication has too many sylables
From deadly illness to girl's first period
So how do you use those unmentionables

Christians, muslims, agnostics, athiests
How do you prove who is right
All I know is words will never do it
and no one changes when we fight

Then there's the staff, all in their thrones
making judgements on whatever we say
Come and join my revolution
I know we can take control one day

So, the question is, why are we here?
of course 10 points to the best answer
As for me, it's to reach Top Contributor
which it seems is going to take forever

So tell me the reason you hang on this site
and if you think it's a waste of time
There is no answer that's wrong or right,
but the best answer will have to rhyme

2007-08-28 08:55:14 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'll lend you for a little while, a child of mine" He said

That is all I know but it is about Jesus "lending" someone a child. It's basically about Jesus explaining why a child is taken to heaven.

2007-08-28 08:29:42 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

A View of Life

Through time and space,
The journey is his race.
A story to be told,
of a span, young to old.
'My time is short.' thought he,
'No matter how long it may be.'
The past is always near,
right and wrong, never clear.

2007-08-28 06:54:48 · 22 answers · asked by Coop 366 7

Suicidal Snow

It is not fire,
it is a glacier falling,
melting all alone.

2007-08-28 06:35:52 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Hey Krissy Baby
Don’t say maybe
When we beg you
To come hang with the gang
Down with poetry

We can spin and flip
The lingo,
Just like Bingo Bango Bongo
On the drums, so let’s come
And show the girls

How to twirl
And unfurl, the words like birds
Will fall asunder
And thunder of the crowd
Will change the world
*****

2007-08-28 03:52:53 · 5 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

I dont even know if this is a poem. But I wrote it about a girl. my emotions just kind of fell onto the paper.


I want to learn you inside out, I want to know what you're all about. I want to see all that you want be.

In life thier is pain, but I want to help comfort you through the rain.

I want to know what makes you smile
I want to know what you were like as a child.

I want to understand you, understand you more than I understand my myself.

I want to be a friend, someone you can depend on if you need help.

I want to embrace you for who you are, and erase, life's stains that spread to far.

I want to know what I can do for you, I want to learn everything about.

Though I don't really know, you i just wanted to show you, that my heart is sincere towards you.

2007-08-27 19:10:35 · 10 answers · asked by JUSTIN 2

I love the hollow desolate plot,
some forgotten, some are not.
Whilt the dead lay in sunken ground,
A silver stone marks swollen ground.
Filled with what is not wanted there,
all it can do is exspell musty air.
Below and above, and what's inbetween,
these hidden treasures lie unseen.
But who really knows what lays below,
if anything, it does not show.
We stand above the shallow grave,
lay around waiting for someone to save.
Do not come and visit me,
I don't know you're there, I cannot see.
Don't stop by for condolences pay,
for this is not where I lay.

2007-08-27 16:54:53 · 9 answers · asked by Shattered 2

Caged in a world of bitterness...
Self inflickted wounds within
No peace of mind, no self controll
No way to ever win
Mass confusion in the air
With endless streams of faces
Meaningless voids in empty shells
Passing but leaving no traces
Deadlines, delays, dilemma all around
Ya gotta know dooms day
Gonna come and shut you down
Another day, another dollar, another dirty deed
It's amazing what some people do
For something they don't need

2007-08-27 15:22:35 · 5 answers · asked by vitraux 6