Poems for all!!

hmm

mmmm...

Do you get what i mean in my pome? mmmm what next heres a pome for.

People think my life is great but little do they know
i find my self ask why do they think that way but
from a nother point i can see and say that ther life
is great but how do i know we seem to over look
the things other people put up with every day
now i see that some people have it bad and other have it
great and some are just not ment to be told and some hided it
so they seem happy but on the insid they really are unhappy.

nice

here is one of mine

Bury me deep inside your heart
And hide me in the dark
Don't let in the light
Never let me go, hold me tight
Don't ever let me go away
Please be with me and stay
I want to be buried in your heart
Yet it's so dark
Even though you love to hate
I feel as if this is fate
Please love me as i do you
Please make my only dream come true
I sleep in silence
I dream in darkness
Just hold me tight
Keep me away from the light
Bury me in the dark
Inside your heart

what do you think?

here is another one
Moonlight


Moonlight
Bits of cloth which he took quietly,
and respectably,
from the dead women's silk dress.

Crushed silk beneath the moonlight,
elegant tatters with buttons,
of plastic in colors shinned in the moonlight.
The material dazzled under the moonlight,
like no other.

Standing alone in the graveyard,
bits of cloth he held,
in his trembling hands.

The moon cast shadows on the tombs,
making them come alive,
like little monsters,
alive in the moonlight.

The wind called his names out once, twice,
he began to tremble again.

The silk he took from the dead women's dress,
was precious to him.

He would sew his doll's some clothes,
from the dead women's dress,
they would come alive tonight,
under the moonlight.

or this one

Bloody romantic sinner

Beautiful cold night sends me serenity
Admiring the beauty of nature
The desire is growing in me to dance in this divine rapture
The music is playing in my fragile heart
Every rhythm turns into melody and it’s ekes with glee in every wound in my soul
Oh how I long this passion
I am falling into my deepest fear
Enjoying shattering my dreams
I am drowning into gloom
Seeking for more ache

(Deep silence is devouring me depth
Tired to hide myself in the dark
Can’t wake up from this despair
Too lost in own imaginary world
Save me from myself
Afraid to lose control again
Set me free I am so tired to live in illusions
Hold me I will be resurrection in your arms)

I am walking through the darkness
Lost voices are calling me to taste own sins
They bless me with their venom touch
Bloody romantic sinner I have become
Blinded by own obsession as I drunk my last weep
Whispers of my ghost is slowly fading away

Lacuna kissed my doom
Enshrine became my grave
Leaving every taint of sorrow on my epitaph
I let the drop of my blood bled in my grace
Let me sleep in pacify
I long for deep sleep
Don’t wake me up when reaper knocked on my door
I am ready to be sacrifice and bloody romantic sinner for the abyss



‘’Lux umbram monstrat, mysteria autem veritas
Militia maximam partem veneni sui bibit (Seneka)
Aeternum vale lux in tenebris
Lacrimas serendo gaudia langa metam’’


There’s no cure for me
There’s no immortality for my sanity
I am just the bloody romantic sinner

tell me what you think

nice pomes.

Here are some pomes.

Smile

You smile, because you understand,
how the world is, you live every day
like theres no end to it, because of all the stupid stuff you do to make other smile,
you smile, because every thing you do bacomes a memory,
because you don't have to do any thing specil to have fun,
beause you laugh the world laughs with, because you belive in your dreams
you smile out of happyness.

What Do You See

when you look at me what do you see?
I see a preson who seem happy but on
the in side they are very unhappy.
In the silent they are crying for help
but they hide it from the people that
can help them. They don't let peopl in
because they have shut the door to there
fillings. But i cry out for help and no one can here
me cry for help because i wont let them help me.
Day by day i start to die and soon i'll loose every
thing that i have because i wont let any one help
me. So once more i cry out for help right befor i die.

Memories Of A Dead Girl

The memories of a dead girl.
Some say that your life pass
you by when your about to die
is tury or is it not tury as the girl's
life is about to end she starts to rememor
all for the things that had happn in her life
but some are unhappy evne when she wish
to take back some of those thing she had done
but it's to late now because she is
dead. And now we all know that the
memories of her will stay it are heds
for the rest of are lifes untill the day
we die. So may the memories of the
dead girl live on in us.

and heres a pome that i did not make up.

A Butterfly

A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam.
And for a brief moment it's glory and beauty
belong to our world. But then it flies on again
and thought we wish it could have stayed we
fell luky to have seen it. Loss is a universal
experince which we each handle in our own
unique way. It can lead us to wholeness thought
two of the most healing gifts... connection with
ourselves and connection withothers. We connect
with others though the versatilityof our experience
and the support we can receive.

So tell me what you think of the first 3 And not the last one.

the first 3 are good why don't you want me to say anything on the last one?

nice poems all.

thanks

welcomes.

Crucifixion of an Angel

She remains defiant in the face of death
Nailed to the cross
Accused of treachery and witchcraft
She was only true to her soul
She had a taste for adventure
She could bewitch and beguile
She was fantastic company
A party animal who also had a sensitive side
She loved romantic trips to Paris and Rome
She liked expensive clothes
Her lovers would spend all their money on her
But that was enough to keep her close
She always felt the need to move
Always uncomfortable in one single place
A thirst for excitement which had to be quenched
Many of her partners became paupers
A few even took their lives
She was an explosive personality
Once you had spent an even in her company
Your life would never be the same
And now she has been judged by her former lovers
Found guilty of being a witch
An old crime in a modern setting
I kneel at her feet and beg her to forgive us all
"Your beauty corrupted our souls
Such beauty only belongs in heaven
Return to your eternal home
And forgive us for being mere mortals.

have i posted the trigger or wishes for success?

no.

okay.

the trigger

I knew a man with a son
Who bought him a gun
And learned shorty just how to use it
He taught him hunting and skining
Right from the begining
Built himself a mighty fine killer
But shorty got picked on
Beat on and kicked on
And all his class mates wanna punk him
So with tears in his eyes he got himself a ride
And told his old man he went hunting
His heart went cold
He felt a hundred years old
As he started pulling back on the trigger

nice

i can since the saracasm somewhere... but oh well.

face me like a man

The freaks in your eyes, cause your loves
Feel free to drown, when you've had enough
This usless cause, is breaking your back
Your life will end, when you attack
Make your move, make your stand
Brace the wind, like you can
See the wall, see the tool
See the mirror, and you'll see a fool
To take me out you must fight like a man
You've yet to prove that you can
I see your life is there for something
But there it is, your something is nothing
Time to figure, time to stand
Your time started when you began
Live to suffer, live for revenge
Now your life comes to an end
Taste the blood, taste your fate
Swallow your pride with your hate
One last breath, one last dance
Well that's the fall with your command
Peace in your blood with your crying
Please sweat with your sorrow
Bathe with the fear
Clear the mind of the righteousness suffered
Witness the moment of your failures crasendo

nice poem oh and ryon thinks your gay

All very nice pomes in all & i can say i do not think hes gay. Hmmm

Love

What is love? Is it a feeling
or is it some thing else
I don't know how love works
Is it a fantasy of a story or
is it not I can't fall in love
is there any one out their
that can help me under stand
is their love for me or is there
not i want to know what is love
can any one show me?

you need to learn how to spell sakura

I hate spoons.

Way do you hate spoons? I know how to spell.

They're just very retarded utensils.

no you don't cause you spelt feeling wrong

HEY SELENA ,quit flaming the fucking place up.

i'm not

takoyaki, all i have to say, is if you hate poems in the first place, why did you post on here? and also, she amde this thread, she can say what ever she wants, and finally, you're flmaing by posting stuff like that.

thanks

Umm ok then & yes i do know how to spell because if i didn't know how to spell every thing would be spelled wrong.
Okay every one stop fighting & start posting pomes.

sorry about that just too many things going on at once where i live