Share your poems

Hey guys, share any poems you have written, recently, long time ago, anywhere in between, it doesn't matter.

Here is my latest one.


The right person

With the right person,
the world can be forsaken.
With the right person,
nothing else matters.

The right person,
makes all pain go away.
The right person,
makes you forget all else.

This person,
is a real treasure,
is a sea of secrets,
that you enjoy sailing.

With the right person,
your heart is whole.
With the right person,
your soul is warmer then ever.

The right person,
is the one who is far away.
The right person,
is the one who is close anyway.



^Late Christmas present to someone special to me.




Remember me.

Remember me,
though I slip into the shadows.
I have not left you,
though you can't see me.
I am still here,
watching from the gloom.

Remember me.

Need me,
help me return.
Bring me back,
because I am lost.
Guide me,
my beacon in the dusk.

Remember me.

Find me,
and walk beside me.
Love me,
and be loved in return.
Provide,
and be provided for.

Remember me.

Don't forget me,
I'm just out of site.
Don't stop looking,
you'll find me.
Remember me,
becuase I haven't forgotten you.

Remember me.

Remember me.



^This one is an old poem of mine.

And one more for now.



Blood Moon

Crimson Red,
nearest neaghbor.
Life giving,
tide bringing.

It flows with the months,
and gives company at night.
Glistens with a soft glow,
and holds you tight.

Your gaze it steals,
for some, it's meals.

At times it weakens the dark,
at others it strengthens the night.

We envoke the,
goddess of night sky.
Give us,
your power of the heart.

Strengthen us,
nocturnal creatures.
Give us, courage to endure eternity.



^This one I wrote about 2 months ago.

 

I dont write poems...
gw though

 

You should.

Thank you as well.

 

here i just thought one up:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
if you look at this thread
i feel sorry for you

lololololololol




jks darkone jks jks xD...this thread is good lolol
ill think of a better poem next time.

 

my most popular and well liked poem:
An evil man there once used to be
who enslaved every man, poor and free.
he’d smite them down with a flick of his wrist,
‘till no one left could defy of what he wished
but from a small town as if often did,
a young hero forged an army that from evil hid.

And the dawn before the battle the young lad stood,
draped in tattered capes, his face hid with a hood.
“We may not all live,” his voice came soft,
“But we’ll keep going ‘till every one of them has lost.
We shan’t stand for this oppression anymore.
So here do I declare men, this is our war!”

A cheer blasted forth from his loyal men,
and even those who had yet to believe grew faith then
At his word, a battle ensued.
With a faint trumpet’s blow the men imbued

All around the hero, his men fought and died,
fighting until their spirits were pried
no men could gain or lose, so a duel the hero requested
“To death or until one man was bested,”
He called and waited as the evil man smiled.
“Humor me, I accept your duel child.”

His blade clashed against the villain’s, both could not hold,
so the hero stepped forward, trying to be bold.
The villain swept his blade into an arc,
narrowly missing the noble hero’s heart
But the hero did not step down,
instead, he thrust his blade into the evil king’s wicked crown.
Once the villain dropped dead, his men from his body shied
and from evil’s death, victory arised

The war had been won, triumph assured.
So the hero sheathed his sword without a word
From the depths of despair his men had all won
And slayed all evil from whence it had come.
He turned, aglow, to his comrades without care
But before he could smile a snap filled the air
A crossbow bolt flew into his chest
pierced every plate of his chain-mail vest.

The hero fell, dead to the floor,
His sacred vassal held life no more.
His men won the battle that day
they cheered that the evil king, dead, now lay.
Sadly though, the hero could not see
the land that he had died a hero’s death to free.
Thus is the curse of men who die at battle’s end
for they can never see the message they send.
______________________________________________________


I knew it from the moment we met,
in my head, you see, i'd made a bet.
but on the outside i lied to myself and made no chase
because i thought you said it maintain your face.
But, why does it hurt me so much inside?
And why do i feel like you lied?

I always knew, from the bottom of my heart,
but didn't believe it, so the blame's in my part.
I was too narrow-minded to accept the fact
Because in my mind i had sealed this pact.
I couldn't think it was true...
so when you told me what was I supposed to do?

You mentioned it every once in awhile
And i'd turn, shaking my head, and just smile.
I didn't believe it was something you would do.
But the shock of it all just shot right through.
Two times, then, it has been truth.

I wanted to think you were lying just to mess around
but i lied to myself, that's what i really found.
I didn't want to see, didn't want to think
that you could do something like that that ingraves deeper than ink
You say not to worry, that it'll be fine
but worry is what i do, i can't retreat from that line.

I don't know what to do, because i wanted to not believe
and these thoughts i just refused to conceive.
Well, guess what, i tell myself, it's real.
I didn't believe it so I could numb what I feel.

Maybe it's not as bad as it seems.
And i'm over reacting because it interferes with my dreams.
But i don't want to lose you because you're a friend
I want you to be mine until the end.

Maybe it's not as serious as i say
but i will still sit down for you and pray.
because you're my friend and i don't want to lose your soul.
So please take care of yourself, because i love you best when you're whole.
__________________________________

Perfection is a goal never to be reached by the likes of me,
I'm not perfect, nor do I pretend to be.
I know I'm flawed, a chipped diamond not used to fasten
on gold chains or braces because of undesirable ration.

Seems to me like the world is perfect in its even surfaces
Beautiful women with unflawed beauty for many a' purposes.
One glance, one look is all you need to know the likes
of me: chipped a little awkward by wires and crafted spikes.

the world is made of windows that are glassy and molded to perfection
Holy Goddess looks and beauty itself's resurection.
People I see, everyone but me, is a pearly white window full of more than just for show.
I, myself, am a stained window.

Yet, even now, as I sit and stare, I realize these stains,
though imperfect they may be, are in fact gains
For is it not all the stained glass windows that-though full of awkward colors-are the most beautiful of all
when hanging in the middle of a window-covered hall?

 

Nice, the first one, has always been my favorite by you.

The second, you've shown me before,

I don't think I've seen the last one, it's pretty good though.


*glares at Ace*

 

You shouldn't make darkone mad like that Ace. You know he's quick to anger... Actually, I'll write something about it :3

roses are red
violets are blue
when darkone's out hunting
it sucks to be you

All jokes aside, I'm looking forward to lots more poems in here

 

That one is true. Well was. My fangs are for someone special now.

 

eeeek!!!

*runs away*

 

Why are you running ace? My fangs are for the same person that I wrote the poem for. Which is no one on this site.

 

hmm, well i dont write poems, but i do remember a poem that my sister wrote up. at least i think my sister wrote it.

One sunny morning, in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
One was blind and the other couldn't see
So they called in a dummy to referee
Back to back they faced each other
Drew out their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard noise
And came to arrest those two dead boys
If you dont believe my lie aint true
Then ask the blind man he saw too
If you still believe my lie is true
Then get some help there's something wrong with you.

yeah.. it a bit weird, but me sister is like that.

 

One word, nice.

 

your sister didn't make that up, i heard it as a little kid

 

You're still a little kid.

 

Owned.

 

This isn't space junk guys.

 

A limerick packs laughs anatomical
Into space that is quite economical,
But the good ones I've seen,
So seldom are clean,
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.

 

lol Phoe, that's awesome.
Most of my poems are written in my more depressing days so as such they're depressing normally x3''

 

roses are red
violets are blue
Kurai isn't awesome
but i am, woo

 

roses are red
violets are blue
ursa is a kid with no girlfriend because all he does is watch hentai
boo hoo

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