COOL...

PAMS :flowersmile:

I am sooooo sorry to anybody who enjoys my poetry! my stupid git of a mother kicked me off the cpu for 3 days! all because I called her a bunch of names. I will try to post more poetry soon!

What do you mean you suck? They're pretty good. The firt one is a bit dark, but variatons of poems are good. I like them.

What do you mean you suck? They're pretty good. The first one is a bit dark, but variatons of poems are good. I like them.

Sorry for that double post. Computer's acting up.

Thank you! yah, my lit. teach thought the first 1 was kinda dark and stuff but she outright refused to let me put the suicide one in the year book......... so yah........ but anyways thank you !

You're welcome!

OH crap ! you probly will kill me Dawn Bloom (only 1 whos posted a ton!)but somehow my poems got deleted of my cpu.......... so it will take me a while to re type them and save them since I have to find some of the ! soo sorry!

Ok to post more didnt fix cpu yet just wrote more these are some really odd ones I challenge you to tell me what kind of poems they are

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Snow falling gently
Making small hills of white cream
Lovely, Soft, Fluffy
Angels falling from heaven
Onto the snow covered ground

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Gold sunlight shines down
Through the canopy of trees
hitting the green ground
It is peaceful and serene
The floor is awash in gold

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Rain cascades downward
Gently hitting the green trees
It's soothing and soft

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Death
Mystrious,hurting,rotting
different,evil - scary, hard
disturbing, warmiing, creeping
creepy, lively
Life

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this is a funny one I guess so make your own conclusions
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There once was a man from Hong Kong,
Who liked to ride his Donkey Kong,
He has a green mule,
Who acts like a fool,
And the two disappeared in a throng.

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Here is one more up to my usual style
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This lake it swallows me,
Holding me with its icy cold grip,
Choking me
Killing me,
I am falling through its depths,
The red haze clouds my vision,
For the lake is the blood of my foes,
Blood of those I have killed or wronged,
Now they kill me,
I am drowning in their blood.

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More soon hope you like!

I am sooooo happy !!!!!! *twirls around in a circle!* I got accepted to National Junior Honor Society!!!!!!!!! yipeee yipeee!!!

A flower,
A creation of life,
A creation of God,
Each petal is lovely,
Each its own world,
Lines cross its suface,
Together the petals form the flower,
The flower, a symbol of love,life,hope,dreams and beauty,
To be cherished and cared for like a child.

That's very good. I like it.

That's very good. I like it. [/b][/quote]
Thanks ! here is a funny storie............ I was showing a friend (hes a guy) my poetry (not the death/dark kind romatic stuff you could call it) and he now wants me to write him poetry so that he can give it to his girlfriends! I didnt think I was that good! (if i am at alll) lol He is such a retard................. well anyways i must go write more poetry!

lol^ I like ur poetry- ur really good!!!

Here is a couple more poems......


Your blank stairing eyes,
Transfixed upon me from acroos the hall,
Cold and unblinking,
Your face turned towards me,
Hard & stoney,
Your walk oover to me,
I feel and urge to run and hide,
But,
I am glued to my chair,
My heart thumps as you draw closer,

Like a clash between good and evil,
Our eyes meet,
All time stands still,
People stare,
As our minds battle for possesion of the other,
Your gaze breaks from mine,
And good triumphs over evil once more.

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I'm trappedin my mind,
My body moves on its own accord,
While I sit in this room,
Looking out throug the windows,
Can anyone free me?

Or am I stuvk watching my life,
Through these small windows,
In this room in my mind,
I see myself loving and hating,
I look hapy,
But I would not know,
You control my thouhgts and emotions outside this room in my mind,

I can't help myself as much as I would like to,
I am trapped in my mind,
You hold me captive here,
I can't escape or hide,
You would find me,
but I can baracade myself in this room,
Here you may never reach me,
Here in this room where I watch myself and listen,
Waiting for someone to rescue me................


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Each new child born starts a new book,
Life is a book,
Each day is a new adventure,
New people and places,
All books come to an end,
If life is like a book,
Our life must come to the end of our book,
Our story.


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The sun shines down upon my face,
Warming my frozen skin,
But on the inside it rains,
With thunder and lightning,

I put on a show,
Pretend to be happy and normal,
When really I am a tornado on the inside,
Full of dark and depressing thoughts

All swirling around in my head,
Making me crazy and scared,
I can’t sort the out,
Can’t make myself sane,
I happy on the outside,
And dead on the inside.

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I needed to get away,
So I surrendered my body to pain,
You don’t care about me anyways,
So why are you bugging me now?

I hated life and a place to run to hide,
I ran from life,
I hid from you.

Life caught me unaware,
So I got away and I was gone,
And you didn’t care,
So why do you haunt me now?

I needed to get away,
I got away,
But you followed me here,
Away from all my fears,
But you or life ,
My two worst fears.

I cut me myself out of life,
I ran and tried to hide,
But you and life followed me here,
So I’ll go to a place where you and life can’t follow,
The only option left,(is)
Death.

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Sleepless nights,
Screaming parents,
Drugs, abuse and torture,
Always on the edge,
Nothing more for her.

Depressions sets in,
Nightmares come to sight,
She tries to put on a show,
But really nothing is alright.

Her life is a living hell,
We don’t even see 1/3 of it,
You think your life is bad,
Take a look at all her stuff.

She’s a smile on the outside,
But inside it’s a different book,
Maybe we’ll appreciate things more,
If we just see everything from her that’s been took.

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Maybe I need anger management,
Maybe you do to,
But the fact that everything goes wrong,
Makes everything come unraveled.

Nothing turns out right,
Nothing goes my way,
Then parents come into the situation,
And I already know what they have to say.

My mom makes me so mad,
She thinks she’s all that.
She expects me to be exactly like her.
What a laugh!

She complains about my rudeness,
And just about everything I do,
And when I try to do something,
She’s always in my way.

Why can’t she leave me alone,
And for once just let me be,
Maybe if I give her the time of day,
Then she’ll open her eyes and see,
That we are too different people,
One day.



thrs some mor poetry, please reply if you read !

Hello,

I really liked the Good/Evil one and the death one.



PAMS

Tears stream down my face,
As you beat the living stuff out of me,
While you scream at me and torture me,
I cower in the corner of the room,
And beg for forgiveness.

You hit me with a base ball bat,
Throw things, punch holes in the wall, tear my mentality apart,
Keep the family up at night,
With your ranting and raving.

Do your friends know you beat your family?
Are they beaters too?
Will you kill your family one day?
You keep us from having a normal life.

Afraid of what you’ll do to us if someone finds out,
I hide the scars with long sleeves and makeup.
Who is this monster standing before me?
You’re not the dad I once knew,
You’ve changed but not in a good way.




thanks dawn_bloom
as I said before if you red this please post it'd make me feel good (i need an ego boost every once and awile)

Wow. This is great. I mean, I'm no poet - I try =P but if you are interested in poetry I would recommend my sister's work all the way.

In somewhat your poetry is alike mine - Especially the descrition of natural happeneings, like sunshine, rain, etc., but I do it in prose and as riddles. I stopped writing dark stuff a while ago. I mean, my *song* 'Alone in Home' is not as dark and it brings tears to my eyes every time I sing it (lyrics are mine). But I used to do darker stuff. No idea where is that now... I might post it later.

Your love poetry is good And touching most of it. I liked the most the good/evil annalogy with the glances.

I found the last things depressing as you might have imagined. I of course hope it's imagination and fiction and not your actual situation. I felt identificated with the poetry to 'x' mother... gosh don't knowhow much.

I hope you continue writing, and I hope this is enough of a boosting to your ego - careful that head not to grow too big for your neck Anyway, good luck and kep the good work coming! See you!

Thanks soo much! and ur a good writer I loved Alone at Home espeiciely(sp) did you know thats my least favorite poem? I think it isnt as good as some of my others.... but everyone loves it! I guess Im not good at judging my poetry.......

and the last poem isnt exactley true, although my father is a ...... well lets just say not a "happy" person........ and he yells alot my mom wants to divorce but cant aford it right now..... but most of it fictional... i do know kids who parents used to beat them though so I think that that poem came from friends expierences(sp)

just to let you know i had my name changed (it was to long) so this is still the topic starter just w/ a new name....

my friend told me to post this in here.... it is not my poem.


Sometimes I wish to God,
That my f.ck.d up life would end.
That in some miraculous way,
My heart inside would bend.
I want the blade to cut my wrist,
I want the blood to fall.
For if it wasn’t for this liquid red,
I wouldn’t be here at all
I want to much to close my eyes,
And never breath again.
And for one second of my life,
To see me actually win.
I want to see my enemies,
Burn alive in hell.
Actually, I will get to see that,
Cause Ill be there as well.
People say life is special,
But that’s kinda hard to see.
When everything is all messed up,
And what a B!tch it can be.



isnt it cool
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Take me out to the bridge out there(Electric Chair)
Take me out to hell.
Buy me some heroine and beer
I don't care if I never get back,
'Cause it's root, root, root
For death.
If we don’t die it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three jumps(shocks)
You're dead
At the old bridge out there.(Electric Chair)



sing to tune of take me out to the ball game.

Thank you very much about my poetry comment^^

lol, I guess it's because it shows a lot of tension, of passion, and the ending gives a kind of humor-reliever. Plus, if looked closely we can assume it's a kind of pharadox (sp?) because, diverting the glance was loosing, but on your rules, and you say *good* wins, meaning that *you* are the good The poem says much in so little (quantity of) words. And it also talks about the culture speaking though you: the vision of believing you are the good, and your enemy the evil is a common thing in culture ideologies (say, in war, if you are inside it your country is always the good-ones, the ones that are *right*, and the other the Evil; while when you are outside it -you country is not compromissed or part of the war- one could consider them as humans, hence neutral, hence there's no good nor evil and NO one is right)

I'm so sorry to hear about your friends' parents, and about your problems with your father (as a matter of fact I have a friend which has a very similar problem to yours). I can imagine it's hard. I really hope that's going better now.

I think your friend's poem is really nice (lack of better word, because it's greatly writen, but so depressing and shocking) and shows a passion that is great for an artist.... *sigh* but, again, is so depressing. I really -for a personal reason- don't like the *suicide* theme, and I hate it when people talk about cutting wrists (I cannot help shudder)
Your last poem wasn't getting any happier, though wroten in a funny-like way. Ah, I'm too sensive to write a proper review... plus I've worshiped your socks too much, I believe. Be Nice to your Headmaster's Socks!

Nadia CR

I should be adding a few in a few days....... been busy researching some things online and havent had time to type them up..... soon though..... soon

Stupid mom kicked me off the whole weekend so heres 1 im in the middle of typing the rest up as i find them(my poems are verying disorganized)


I want to soar,
To fly with the eagles and birds,
Have the wind in my hair,
I want to see towns far below me,
And wonder who the townspeople are and what they are doing,
I want to fly and leave my fears and worries behind,
To forget and just fly into the night,
Leaving the past behind,
The fresh air speeding around me,
High above the world,
With the wars and problems,
I want to fly away from here,
And go so place far, far away,
Never to return.