Poetry

Tiny orbs of mistrust
gather at the edge-
a slit, one of two in an observant center
too heavy to sustain they cascade from the orifice
plummetting to their death
in a resounding yet insignificant splash.

Hands outstretched toward the glowing ominous sky
tears intertwined with raindrops-brother and sister
fingers interlocked as a plea to God
thunder booming and lightning illustrating
The Response.

Acutely jumbled limbs too feeble to kneel
but willing in all devotion they stumble,
crooked and fumbling about on the
coarse peppered sand beneath him.
Shouting out into the night
his strained voice grows frail and weak-
indistinguishable amongst the rustling and swaying trees
he shouts louder still to be heard.

Holding his limp limbs close to his body,
rocking and swaying in the clearing of the trees
he whispers to himself a solitary prayer.

As dawn approaches, golden and glistening on the horizon
he is born again.

2007-08-25 07:07:59 · 4 answers · asked by paixfille08 2

Im only 12 so I dont know anything about good rhythm. I had to write this for class, here it goes.

I am a depressed girl who hates her life
I wonder what its like to die
I hear Death, calling my name
I see life fading from the world
I want to be alone for once in my life
I am a depressed girl who hates her life

I pretend people actually care
I feel my heart breaking
I touch the sky-then sink back to reality
I worry for only myself, thats why im hated
I cry over the void in my life
I am a depressed girl who hates her life
I understand I should not be this way
I say.."Just leave me alone!"
I dream of the day this pain will end
I try to stop all the misery
I hope to be left alone
I am a depressed girl who hates her life




Thats my poem. What do you think? Star if u like it. Star if u feel bad for how terrible it was.
Before you ask, yes this is about how I feel, yes, this is what I wrote, not copied from somewhere. Please comment on how I write. Ty
♥♥♥Kim♥♥♥

2007-08-25 06:18:18 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

is this love is important to become a poet,..
when we love somebody our brain improve its level?

2007-08-25 06:04:41 · 10 answers · asked by shiva 1

Back you call me
Sickening sweet words.
The honey that pours out of that
Tiger’s eye.
That which paralyses me so.

Through my skin you ooze
Towards my heart
In my veins you seep
Around my body
Right around
Through me

Though I do not
Expect you to linger.
You never do

And I have learnt
To never long for
All of you

2007-08-25 05:01:54 · 8 answers · asked by ambience212 3

i smile on the outside;

i make them think that i'm okay.

it seems i'd be a great actor,

i put on a great show every day.


they always are oblivious.

they think that i am fine...

they cannot see the truth,

All of the pain that lays inside.


i make them think im happy,

i give them what they want...

the "nothing much..."; the, "fine and you?"

i know they dont care fo the truth

~

in bed at night, i struggle...

i fight the demon's taunting me.

the truth they say is agonizing,

knowing what i'll never be...


i never will be perfect.

i was born with all these flaws;

never will somebody love me,

i will remain just a lost cause.


breaking every second,

i realize i can't revive...

dead, batered, and broken.

i still smile on the outside...

~

2007-08-25 03:54:52 · 13 answers · asked by ? 3

How soft the night
As light breaks with thunder
Clouded kisses
Linger in the storm
Shadows starving
Lost without form.

Forgiving questions
And answers unsaid
Stealing a moment
With a whisper in the wind
Memories untouched
Forgotten in the sin.

How soft the night,
Lightning from an angel
Traces of passion
Embraced by faith
Tremble, Falter,
Hunger for space.

Gathered within feathers
Guilded by idols
Dancing in her dreams
False prayers in turmoil
Passed on by fate
To the mortal coil.

How soft the night,
My breath brushed by heaven,
Symphonies in Silhouettes,
Another dance, Another place,
Another time, Another grace,
Shining by the light,

Every soft night.

2007-08-24 22:32:28 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

Eyes opened and scowl upon his face
Greets with blinded eyes and fallen grace
Not a kind word is shared or spoken
His life is hollow, black, and broken

To strangers that he happens to meet
Smiles appear and courtesies are sweet
There is no hint of the man within
He who growls every word to his kin

Surviving onslaught of aimed anger
Is penance for past misbehavior
Help me one who lives under the bed
To endure a life that I now dread

2007-08-24 21:38:20 · 6 answers · asked by Marguerite 7

2007-08-24 18:48:55 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

Well, I need a poem that says all the things that I feel, but that makes since. lol. So if you have any ideas of a good relationship poem or don't want to lose you poem, please let me know. Even if it's just a good website. Please? Thanks.

2007-08-24 18:15:56 · 6 answers · asked by smilesr4every1 1

Lying awake
Bitter at all stakes
Wondering why you
And figuring on what to do

You seem to blame everyone and everything
For every problem that seems to spring
Even though the one to blame
Is the one who points fingers; the very same

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks
After you’ve been beaten with burdening sticks
Beaten and broken
Blood dried and sweat soaking

You cant even feel your body anymore
And you wonder if it’s even sore
The way you imagined it’d be
If you’d ever drown in the snaring sea

You wonder why you put so much on yourself
Why love for you is something you’ve never felt
Why you seem to hate on the one you call “me”
Why anyone who loves you, you cant see

So you fight and you hide
And push anyone away who dares to find
They’ll search for things you don’t know
Things inside your very soul

(more to be added)

2007-08-24 15:24:16 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

what do you think about my song


One thirty in the morning and I can't sleep
Life is so boring, so full of deceit
I'll stay awake and try to watch the sun rise
I tried to sleep so I could live my life

Another day has come and gone
So many years that were spent so wrong
I go to work, and then I come home
And then remember that I am so alone

Another sleepless night spent all by myself
This can't be, at all, good for my health

Another day has come and gone
So many years that were spent so wrong
I go to work, and then I come home
Now I remember I'm no longer alone

Life is good, I've got the best of friends
I guess this is where my journey begins
I guess this is where my journey begins

-Early Morning Epiphany

2007-08-24 14:47:27 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

None shall stand but I
Upon the stony brink;
Above the swirling, swallowing waves
Who beg for me to sink.

None shall stand, but I,
When sorrows promise me to cease;
When all that has been, seems a dream,
Of artificial peace.

None shall know, but I
As I gently onward tread
The final step, before my death,
What surprise is mine, what dread.

None shall hold the lifeless hand
That slowly sinks to Hell;
This soul hears not the whisper:
"My child, all is well."

These my speculations are,
As I think, so solitarily here;
Were I to die, what would be lost,
Except, perhaps, this fear?

Oh! Look I now beside me:
Another form stands
In white, with radiance about,
But dark scars in His hands.

"You are going to jump?" says He to me;
"No, my lord, are You?"
"Yes, I am, for you have lied,
You will jump, so I will, too."

In fear I lept then of the ledge,
And thought I wished to die;
But I found myself in loving arms,
And was given back my life.

2007-08-24 14:25:11 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

This poem sounds better to me when read out loud than it does on paper, but I wanted some more opinions. The places in quotations are to read as if they are an echo. Let me know what you think.

Sunny

She heard the whispers in her mind,
Calling her name all the time.
"Sunny....Sunny!"

She was coming to the end of the line,
Looking for just a single person to be kind.
"Isn't it funny.....funny?"

So much lost, that she will never find.
She prays to God for one last sign.
"Bloody....Bloody!"

When the rain comes, half past nine,
she thinks,"an end will come and this is mine."
"Muddy....Muddy!"

And as the rain washed away her mind,
She closed her eyes for the final time.
"And it was sunny....sunny."

2007-08-24 14:12:24 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I've been suffering from extreme writers block. Back in high school, our teacher used to give us a beginning line to our poems and we would write it from there. Is there a website that has ideas and excersizes to get me back on my feet writing again?

2007-08-24 13:55:34 · 3 answers · asked by katie m 2

If I'm writing a song which uses text from Teasdale's "Song at Capri", do I need copyright permission? If so who do I talk to?

2007-08-24 11:07:06 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

I want it to say something along the lines of
"Make America Beautiful. Get rid of Junk cars Special"

"Abandoned or Junk Cars removed from your property free of charge! Prompt courteous service. Please Call for details or to make arrangments."

It is for work and they want me to make this poster. Is the wording okay or do you have another phrase or quote I could use? It has to be "happy" what kind of pics should I use? Any good advice will be great!

2007-08-24 09:50:28 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

It seems to me that people don't REALLY want honest opinions about their poetry, they just want people to indulge them and tell them how wonderful their poetry is.

I'm sorry, but 99% of the poetry I read on here is pure crap. People think if they piece together some emo crap and make it rhyme then they have created a poetic masterpiece.

Give me a break! Does anyone else notice this?

2007-08-24 09:29:18 · 20 answers · asked by T the D 5

of all my poems and which one is your favorite?

You could check out all my poems at http://dear.to/darkwritersandpoets

2007-08-24 08:34:05 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I've done this before, and have always appreciated the feedback I get from users of this site. I am a bit of an amatuer poet, as I have never taken real courses in it, and I simply write to relieve stress. Anyways I wrote this for the girl the other day, and I am just wanting some feedback. All forms of criticism are encouraged and appreciated.

here you go,

If I slept for a year,
would you come nap here beside me?
If I slept for ten years,
would you watch over me?
If I slept for one-hundred years,
would you defend me in my absence?
If I slept for a thousand years,
would you remember me?
and if I slept beside you just tonight,
would you dream of me,
like I dream of you
every night?

2007-08-24 08:17:35 · 10 answers · asked by Kevin P 2

Copyright a poem online before we post it on here for critiquing?

2007-08-24 07:32:16 · 6 answers · asked by Simply Lisa 3

I saw Bugs Bunny
He was a smart a**
Thought he was funny
So I kicked his a**

2007-08-24 07:05:14 · 6 answers · asked by Ale.SP 3

Now for the valley.
Now for the syrup hair.
Stabbing the eyes, widening skies
behind the skull bone.
Swift end of hunting.
Hug round the swollen torn breast & red-stained throat.
The hounds gloat.
Take her home.
Carry our sister's body, back
to the boat.

2007-08-24 06:54:30 · 2 answers · asked by Nazmul A 1

Fall down.
Strange gods arrive in fast enemy poses.
Their shirts are soft marrying cloth and hair together.
All along their arms ornaments conceal veins bluer that blood pretending welcome. Soft lizard eyes connect. Their soft drained insect cries erect new fear, where fears reign. The rustling of sex against their skin. The wind withdraws all sound. Stamp your witness on the punished ground.

2007-08-24 06:19:02 · 4 answers · asked by Ridwan97 1

Silently I lie in bed awaiting sleep
To slowly creep up on me
As the night dies down and the crickets make their music
I fall asleep and dream a dream of you
Ever so softly you touch my face and softly whisper in my ear
Sweet nothings.
Your touch like a feather on my skin
Making me feel like I have sinned
Soft touches, sweet nothings, dreams of you
Waking up to no one but feeling like I spent the whole night in your arms.
On my skin I could feel your touches and your kisses wondering why and when,
Reading the stone and not forgetting that dreadful day
I had to enscript my love for you and place it upon your grave.

2007-08-24 05:05:33 · 9 answers · asked by Simply Lisa 3

2007-08-24 04:36:20 · 8 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

We walked up the stairs that misty night,
Struggling, what next? I may, I might.
His hand held mine as we ascended,
Was that a move, was that intended?

“You must be quiet, all will hear,”
I said, on the edge of the bed, in fear.
His hard features melt into a soft grin,
As he pulled his pants down to his shin.

“No, wait, not here, not now,
This is wrong, I won’t allow.”
He glided by and kissed my lips,
And put his hands around my hips.

“If not now, then when, my dear?
We’ve been together, by now, a year.”
He played with my hair and stroked my cheek,
I silently hesitate to move or speak.

He was sixteen, and so was I,
We were too in love to ever deny-
“Do I have your permission, is it alright?”
He was always the gentleman, always polite.

Piece by piece we shredded our clothes,
Peeled off layers to show and expose.
Our hearts thumped louder as we fumbled through,
We bit off more than we could chew.

2007-08-24 03:03:50 · 11 answers · asked by Vawewia 2

My amended and somewhat "plagarised" version
(As requested by the original author) is below:

Let your eyes rest on me like soft, warm and gentle rain
so that they display your wonders rarely seen
I bask in your warmth as your sunbeams cover me with wondrous hope and expectation. Clean,
And raise me to an ideal life; I'll never be the same again!

I invite others to comment and/or improve it
A second verse perhaps?

2007-08-23 23:19:23 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

When there’s one straw left,
Between your heart
And death,
It’s so hard,
To leave it behind,
And walk the other way.

The final Straw,
Is the most beautiful of all,
Shining, Shimmering, Beckoning;
But like the others,
Its promise may be misunderstood,
So why should I bother?

That last tempting straw,
So fragile, so delicate,
But a barrier to all.
Give me the strength,
To lift that straw,
And the dreams to hold on.

2007-08-23 19:41:47 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

What happens,
When you run out of friends.
You’ve used up the ones,
Who were there to defend.

There are thousands,
In the front,
With friends,
To spare.

And those,
In the back,
With nothing,
But themselves.

In the middle ground,
You hold your own,
You hold your ground.

In the middle ground,
You hold your own,
You hold your ground.

But for how long?

The ghosts come crawling,
Back to you.
All of your pain,
You thought you were through.

By standing in the middle ground.

2007-08-23 18:30:16 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

Well, hey, honey, don’t you cry,
It’s not your fault we’ve fallen apart.
It’s not the things we did, but the things we didn’t.
It’s not the things we said, but the things we didn’t.
It’s not the things we want, but the things we are,
That took us and stripped us and left us so far...

Sometimes, still, when the night is just right,
I can see you smiling in heaven’s light.
Haunting my memories with a tear-stained kiss,
Reminding me of the times we missed.
But I won’t cry, no I can’t cry.
There are no more tears for angels or fears.

There are no more tears for angels or fears,
No more tears for souls without years.
I’ve sold my soul for one more kiss.
And I’ve sold my heart for something I’ve missed.
Now it’s time to face tomorrow,
Graced by the touch of sorrow.

2007-08-23 17:17:00 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous