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Post # 11
Solemn Loneliness

In the dark of the night, I sit and wait.
For someone to just hear me at this time.
I scream for help in silence, helpless and afraid.
A black mist covers my soul, left like a mime.

A mime with no words left, just silently amidst.
Walking in the shadows of the cold despair.
The black clouds arrive and stand above the cold mist.
My soul is lost unless I get a repair.

Surrounded by graves my soul fades into emptiness.
The memories of the past come forth this night.
Pointless dreams have fallen and all is meaningless.
The cold wind chills me down into a dark fright.

Even though all life might seem like a big mope.
I know one day this will be gone with hope.
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Re: Poetry anybody?
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Post # 12
chess of life

Look deep into my eyes
Can you see me when they are closed
Wat color are my tears that pour
Who am I? And who are you?
Speak to me the truth
Do I know you?
I see all of yous I see the whole truth
I see the true being that lies deep within you
I love you,do you love me?
Me, me? Who am I?
Am I a mere pawn in a game of chess
Or am I the player ?
Will I win? Or will I lose?
This game of chess,this game of life
Who am I on this board?
Speak to me,don't lie to me
Don't leave me,
Listen to me
Do you hear me?
Am I screaming?
Shhhh silence I want to stay sleeping
I'm happily dreaming...
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Re: Poetry anybody?
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Post # 13
In the twilight eve I stand.
In the shadow of the knowledge of the coming change,
And as the starlight brightens and the sunlight fades my mind begins to race.
My stomach knots as I search for a way to quicken, to hasten.
To raze. But against every hope and every wish
The sanguine dawn breaks.
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Re: Poetry anybody?
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Post # 14
The caged animal

WE are some hwo are born with a animal inside .
Some are free and some are not, the two paths
are choosen for us at birth. And im am the animal
and i send the call for freedom. My blood it boils wiht
rage that i must be cage i do not know why i am haer.
those who put me aher will pay the price that no won should
ever go through. FReedom hangs infront of my cage one day i
will braek out with no murcy for them.


i will say thise im not very good at spelling but hope you all enjoy.
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Re: Poetry anybody?
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Post # 15

My heart is a'breaking
and my soul is on fire
my tears are unquenching
in my reconcile

I've been trying for so long
to make amends
but the more that I struggle
the faster I descend

Into the pit of hellfire
into the black of night
into the hellish demons lair
I fight to get to the light

But it seems that no matter how hard I try,
no matter how many I slay,
Theres always more, to prolong the war
That ravages the fields of my heart

So in this darkness, so lonely
I think to myself "what a shame"
To waste it all for a shamble,
I did it for love, though its only a pain

The most addicting of drugs ever to draw, a man
The most dangerous beast of them all
It maims and kills, it tears and drills,
'till nothing be left but despair

So now in my darkness so lonely,
The place I have come to call home
Its where I was maimed, where I'll surely remain
in this harsh land of loves domain

So reader I give this to you now
that you might be forwarned
Though it lusts and it larks, seducises and marks
love is just simply a pain

But I know now what you will do,
you'll ignore me and brush me aside
perhaps your already smitten,
adrift in loves genocide

I can't say that I blame you,
It's simply are nature as men
but don't say I didn't warn you,
when, darkness has eaten your soul,

and you find your life drifting out of control


wrote this a few months ago, after a particularly nasty break-up, having decided I read quite enouph of these frilly/silly little poems of "the joys of love"because, lets face it,love isn't all dreams and fairy-tale endings, after awhile we always have to face the stark reality of our own shortcomings and those of everyone around us
on a different and slightly less depressing note, good poems everyone
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Re: Poetry anybody?
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Post # 16
Some more words to drown your post in :) I wrote this many years ago guess it was the start of my spiritual journey :)


Surrounded by ivory for miles to see
bathed in a silver light on the blackest night
This is where I find my eutopia and answers that I seek to questions I dont know,

I found my sacred place
and it's in my head..
It's the moon, stars and the sea
and me....my eutopia...my euphoria,

Where I empty my head to deal with the day ahead
Jasmine scents linger above as the eagles sore giving strength with pride and protection to hide from the divide,

Away from the hurt of the infected
My soul stays protected with the
Essence of balance where the
Sun and moons rays help me understand
This cultivated land...in my own eutopia..

I found my sacred place
and it's in my head..
It's the moon stars and the sea
and me....my eutopia...my euphoria.

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Re: Poetry anybody?
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Post # 17
enigmatic, to say the least, but very good none the less :)
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Re: Poetry anybody?
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Post # 18
Well Plato, I am an enigma ;) of course that's if you meant me and not the whole post Lol, I suppose everyone could be classed as an enigma unto themselfs :)

Love and Light
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Re: Poetry anybody?
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Post # 19
very true, though admittedly some more than others ;) lol
thought I'd show the other side of the coin, so to speak

Oh!
How Green the Grass!
How Blue the Sky!
How true my love is for you!
let the mist dissolve,
and the cold be gone!
before the firey passion of love
let anger be mellowed
and fear be settled!
and shyness driven away
let the sun awake
and the earth rejoice!
for love has conquered the day!
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Re: Poetry anybody?
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Post # 20
Bedlam and mayhem are all round about
when the city lights and theives all go out.
They creep and they crawl through shadows galore,
they come in your house through windows and doors.
They'll cut out your throat so you can't make a noise
as they cut off the fingers that are no longer yours.
Then they'll make their way out with their bloody good boon
and make their escape by the light of the moon.

Defiantly not one of my best, I just felt like posting it.
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