does anyone have any poems?

Question

hey everyone i just feel like reading poems so enter ur poems i <3 reading them ;)

Answer 1

Here, My Dear,

A poem from Sara Teasdale, which is just one of the more beautiful ones I know of, and I hope you enjoy it.

And one from myself, about Poetry. Not as pretty, but I thought I'd share.

BARTER

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And childrens's faces looking up
Holding wonder in a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstacy
Give all you have been, or could be.

[Copyright 1917, Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)]


CHOOSING WHERE THE LINE RIFFS . . .

Lines break where breath stops
start where words express anew
thought, picture, hue.

lines end here
or there and can be related,
or bound with no mercy
tied to your next idea.

And again sometimes together
you bind an image like a camera
light to film, line to line
face to memory.

From the break a binding image
drags a thought along
past spaces, forced pauses,

-----Emily Dickinson used dashes------

Make the reader see
See the light, see many sides.

You never know, you only decide
yourself how the poem breaks
for you, your ear, your head, your heart.

[Copyright 2004, Longshiren]

Answer 2

Your Beautiful Hazel Eyes
I gaze into the color a swirling pool unto me a cool deep sky
reflecting a calm sea It's a friendship that heals and
immerses me Into a mood so cool so wonderful and true that
inner essence of you is why I'm at peace when I'm captured
by Your Beautiful Hazel Eyes When I'm feeling blue You are
there when I needed you I see and hear your thoughts and
encouraging words healing so effortlessly ever guiding my soul
so gently And when I seek deeper within I glance into your
loving soul forever finding and binding me to a place rarely known
this kindness you give, like no other can care a place from within
you always share a happiness you impart so freely to me as I gaze
I discover anew of you which fills my heart with no boundaries
Thank you for catching me with the love in your eyes

Your Beautiful Hazel Eyes

Answer 3

This is a poem written by my 14 year old friend Tommie when she had just turned 13. She thinks its awful, but I love it.

THE RAIN

Into the woods,
Trying to escape,
Tears in her eyes,
Running, running.
She fell.
The arms of the thorn bush
Consumed her.
Behind an old oak,
She crawled,
Bruised,
Bloody.
Footsteps
Coming.
It was him
Looking for her.
The footsteps drew
Nearer.
Her heart raced
Faster.
The leaves rustled.
The steps stopped on the other side
Of the tree,
Paused,
Continued further.
She relinquished her hiding spot,
And ran,
Deeper,
Further,
Into the woods.
The wind blew,
As if to warn her,
Of his presence.
Thunder crashed.
Lightning flashed,
Setting a tree,
Inches from her,
Ablaze.
She ran,
Past the fallen branches.
Footsteps,
Behind her.
The leaves rustled under his feet,
Telling her to give up,
To turn around.
She ran between two bushes,
And knew she was doomed,
Fore behind the bushes,
Was emptiness.
A spot neglected by God,
Where everything was dead.
She saw a tombstone,
And walked toward it.
She was wrong.
It was not a stone,
But a mere piece of pine,
With a name:
Sandra Colt.
Her mother,
Whom had befallen the same fate.
She turned around,
To face the man whom had killed
Her mother,
And was going to kill
Her.
Tears streaming down her face,
She knelt before him,
As if to surrender.
A scream.
A gunshot.
The footsteps retreated.
The fire stopped popping.
A curtain of silence,
Separating her body and the forest.
One sound could be heard.
The sound remained forever.
The pitter-pattering, deathly sound of,
The rain.



Message me personally if you like it. My e-mail is [e-mail], the one she and I share is [e-mail], and hers is [e-mail]

Answer 4

"Misty..."

How can only one person
Inspire me so many different
Contradictory feelings?
Now I see you in a good light
Wishing to spend more time with you
Missing you, feeling lonely in your absence
But next you appear so dark to me
So hard for me to understand
Somewhat vulgar
Contradicting yourself all the time
Sometimes wishing to get away from you
Sometimes hating and
Sometimes fearing you
Stepping backwards when you appear
Surrounded by darkness
Should I trust you?
I am reserved as to that
At times I feel guilty and silly
About my precautions
At other times I feel as though
You’d be playing a crazy game with me
Misty personality
Which clouds my mind
And sometimes my judgement
And also my feelings

Answer 5

Two red birds
high on a wire
one said love
one said fire

Two black birds
deep in a tree
one said you
one said me

But wind came up
and tossed them away
no one hears
what they say.

Answer 6

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Answer 7

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