Poetry post your own or critique but be nice...
#1
Posted 02 February 2005 - 04:05 PM
DISARRAY
Busy tearing up my heart thinking about you,
Can’t stand you but yet I love you.
Wish that you felt as strong as when we first met,
But its not the same, its not the same, it won’t ever be the same…
Why do we try to make something that will never work, work?
Its pointless to bother anymore!
Tears burn my soul, make my eyes sore,
And yet I stay.
Blind with my own foolishness, blind with my dismay.
Forever in Disarray.
NOW I BELIEVE
This feels like a dream,
Is this what it seems?
There is a light above me,
And a winged creature standing there behind a golden gate.
It’s wearing a long and silken gown,
Its hair is golden, long and wavy blowing in the breeze.
Is this my guardian angel?
As I see the gate opening,
I can see the angel’s face.
Its eyes are blue as the sky,
Its skin, pure, silken snow.
It welcomes me with open arms,
And a smile upon its face.
As I approach the gate,
I feel at heavenly peace.
Then all of a sudden I fall!
Down, down, down,
Back to the Earth.
I go back into my body,
And sit up in my hospital bed.
The nurses, doctors, family and friends,
All sigh with relief.
I tell them my story and how I felt,
I know they don’t believe it.
In my heart, my soul, my mind I know,
Now I believe.
Wrote those in grade nine I believe... wow long time ago... I'll post more when I find them all...
#2
Posted 02 February 2005 - 04:07 PM
I really like it, nice stuff and keep it coming
#3
Posted 02 February 2005 - 04:13 PM
Very nice - post the rest soon^^
#4
Posted 02 February 2005 - 04:20 PM
This is the very first poem I ever wrote... it was when I was 10 I think so its not quite as good as the others and it shows how strong my religious beliefs were back then.
Life and Death
Life is like a rainbow,
many different colors.
Death is like a rain-cloud,
dark and gloomy.
Life is like a flower,
blossoms and blooms when given love.
Death is like snow and ice,
cold and no kindness.
Life is like a waterfall,
flows on forever.
Death is like a hard rock,
if thrown may hurt others.
Life is like a bright star,
sparkles and shines with happiness.
Death is like darkness,
frighteningly real.
Life is a new generation,
but only death shows us the gateway to life everlasting.
This one is for a friend that moved away, luckily she moved back into the city when she was old enough to live on her own and we are closer than ever.
FRIENDSHIP
A mother’s love,
a child’s tears.
Friends forever,
through all the years.
Hope is blind,
Without any light.
You taught me to love,
Not to fight.
Tears from the heart,
Crimson and gold.
You showed me a new life,
Saved me from the cold.
Cherished every moment,
Lived life like one should.
Your heart was so kind,
Your spirit pure good.
And please know dear friend,
You were a gift from above.
Thank you for the memories,
Thank you for your love.
And although we may be torn,
And you may be gone.
Please know dear friend,
Forever your spirit lives on.
This is the second poem I ever wrote... I remember it quite well, I was sooo proud of it.
The Song Sparrow’s Melody
The Song Sparrow’s melody is a beautiful tune,
especially when joined with the harmony of the loon.
The grasshoppers and crickets join the orchestra,
That soothes and relaxes while the mind sings la de da.
Overhead the stars sparkle;
tranquillity on Earth,
all the creatures big and small listen with mirth.
It’s a very spiritual time,
Which evokes feelings sublime.
When the Song Sparrow’s melody reaches as far as the moon.
That's it for today, I have to go get ready for work but I'll post more tomorrow.
#5
Posted 02 February 2005 - 06:32 PM
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Posted 02 February 2005 - 06:38 PM
#7
Posted 02 February 2005 - 09:24 PM
#8
Posted 03 February 2005 - 08:37 PM
#9
Posted 04 February 2005 - 01:25 AM
Lugubrious Spirit
Is an angel with stained wings even an angel?
Tarnished but not forgotten?
Suffering in its own eternal hell?
Broken but not forgotten?
I am that angel so spoken of,
Wanting to give so much of my love.
But alas I have none left for even myself.
For I put myself in that eternal hell,
Hating what I’ve become…
An angel with stained wings,
Of all things,
Is an angel… none
the less.
EDIT: ***To reply to ED, no I don't usually write them for school. I've wrote a couple for school but when I'm forced to write them they don't turn out quite so good so most of those ones I've just thrown out.. and to everyone else thank you so much for your compliments and encouragement :huh:!***
#10
Posted 04 February 2005 - 06:54 AM
#11
Posted 05 February 2005 - 07:40 AM
hangon, aren't you 19 or something?
#12
Posted 05 February 2005 - 08:06 AM
Yes, she's 19 at the moment.
Nice poetry, though I'm not a fan in general.
#13
Posted 05 February 2005 - 08:17 AM
But I didn't finish reading all of the post so now there's no further confusion.
Again, nice poems and sorry for spamming it just now
#14
Posted 05 February 2005 - 08:24 PM