Create poems or poetry?

Question

do you feel inspire to share one with me.

Im doing ok , but sad when I think about her.

Answer 1

She Walks In Beauty

by George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824)

Composed June, 1814

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Answer 2

Can you see.
the pain in her eyes.
no
you only see.
a person you dispiese.
can you see
the human being.
no
you only see.
what you have been tought to be seeing.
do you see.
someone else's best friend.
no
you only see.
the enemy
when will it end?
the stupid hate.
the imediate dislike.
for a person you never spoke a kind word to.
the girl you shouldered.
the one kid you tripped in class.
the only school outcast.
the one to be laughed at.
you saw her fall.
you never helped her stand.
she was pretty small
couldn't see over another persons head.
all who were unaware.
she wishes to be dead.
the only girl.
with no friend.
the only one.

YOU saw her fall.
YOU didn't help her rise.
YOU saw her in pain.
YOU never saw her cry.
YOU didn't help her.
YOU saw the pain in her eyes.
You never thought she'd die.
YOU thought she'd always be there.
YOU saw her get rejected.
YOU saw her neglected.
YOU saw her with her knife.
YOU never thought she'd take her life.

YOU saw her try.
to end her life.
attemp to die.
jump off a cliff.
break a leg.
get laughed at.
because of her cast.
never mind, all in good fun.

YOU tripped her yet again.
in front of your friends,
just a show.
congratulations.
you've fallen a new low.
YOU'RE the fallen angel.
the happy popular.
the unexpected hater.
the very creater.
of all things pain.
the very Goddess.
Of roadrage.
The pretty hater.
the deadly beauty.
the imfamous player.
the pride of school.
captain of the football team.
or maybe the cheerleaders.
the incredible fool.
deadly beauty.
in all those haters.
they see the outcast.
the scars she tries to hide.
and the look.
in her eyes.
that says she wishes she had died.
when you trip her.
she falls to the floor.
and the cafiteria roars.
laughter.
hater.

bullying is a problem.
and a growing fault.
and by some.
considered an art.
the art of control.
how to drive a kid mad.
make her hate herself.
maybe she'll kill herself.
does it really matter.
all you care about,
is wether not you're still popular.
YOU'RE the crackhead.
the one that needs the help.
YOU'RE the problem.
can you help.

have you ever tried.
to comfort a person.
when a friend has died.
Have you ever.
helped a person up.
off the ground.
wished them good luck.
have you ever.
called a outcast.
anything but loser?
YOU are a hater.
YOU are the poser.
the person that deserves.
to be driven mad.

clinical depression.
go to your psychiaprist.
need another session.
go to the bathroom.
pull out your knife.
need more pain.
maybe end your life.
after a while.
save yourself.
for no reason at all.
look on the floor.
see the red flood.
work for a while.
clean up your blood.
go to school.
get tripped.
good morning.
loser.
morning.
poser.
the populars greet you.
with the usual insults.
your daily bread.
your expected pain.
but NO.

you don't go through that.
all that bs.
the painful crap
you ARE a popular.
you don't cut.
you make others cut.
you don't get tripped.
you trip.
you don't get insulted.
you insult.
you hater.
isn't life.
already tough.
isn't life
hard enough.
without jerks like you.
we're having a hard enough struggle.
with out your help, you fool.
we're in pain.
you only laugh.
we'd prefer.
to be ignored.
than to be floored.
we get enough hate.
we don't need this.
we hate haters.
this is BS.
we've had enough.
it's time to rise.
untite.
time to fight.
not our parents.
not the law.
it's the haters that are the flaw.
time to fight.
we hate the world.
we hate you more.
and we won't rest.
until you're on the floor.
you hurt us.
our turn to hurt.
feel the pain.
we've felt it everyday.
and this is the only way.
to make you realize.
what you put us through.
don't see what you cause.
you pathetic fool.




copyright 2006.


i was in a bbbaaadddd mood when i wrote this >_<

i was bullied all day

Answer 3

Before we met, I was insane, After we went out I was in an asylum


I used to say his name and almost faint,
Untill four words showed like bright paint.
Now to look but not to see,
but just now I'm thinking.
What would be if it never came?
Would eventully I feel the shame?
Don't ask for you won't understand,
How four words can change my plan.
I wondered how one couldn't,
Or shouldn't,
Or wouldn't.
Or how one stopped,
And sat,
And to relize not me,
It wouldn't happen with he.
Not only did I find,
He was always in my mind,
But When I look,
I shall seek,
Every thing beyond his peak.
I would soon find other treasure,
That would soon be all my pleasure,
And when I find what I'm looking for,
Maby my life won't need more.


So let me hold who I have now,
I will never let go,
Lonelyness was no fun,
Now that its the other option I know.
I was and still am afraid of love,
I never understood, and never will, a dove.
I know they both are peacefull yet powerful things,
Split the world in half yet still each half would sing.
Joy and Sorrow mix,
Surprisingly like twix.
My arms are sore,
please hold me now,
I know you're.... you're,
Well I know you like me now.
So hold me closer,
hold me tighter,
In this cold world,
You're my fire,
I'm your lighter.
So lets go dance,
and paint the town,
red is common, lets paint it brown.

Answer 4

who is her?
here's one i wrote that people seem to like:

She's a whisper ont the wind
And a face behind a mask
She's a shadow in a corner
And a ghost without a past

She wont offer her opinions
and wont ask for anything
She's a hibernating flower
Waiting patiently for spring

Her footsteps aren't heard
And her footprints aren't seen
She won't talk about her problems
So unsure of what they mean

She's a whisper on the wind
And a shadow hard to see
But the strangest thing of all is
Behind that mask is me

~dont be sad!

Answer 5

I'm sorry to hear your sad when you think about her- so I guess I will have to say more- Don't think about her anymore- and if it's too hard a thing for you to do.... do what I do ...... and sing . put her name to words that are silly or rude- make her a memory of someone awsome- can you do that dude? life is sad sometimes this is true- just ......................

Answer 6

no