Share your poems

...There is something seriously wrong with this forum.

No, I am not talking about this thread, but how the person who makes the last post on a page accidentally creates a duplicate on the beginning of the next. I've seen it 3 or so times now, is it coincidence, or...?

 

my roses are dead
my violets too
I like cake
how about you?

 

I've noticed that a few times too ursa.

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
some poems rhyme
but this one doesn't...

 

my friend made this poem:
Blind and Ignorant

Skating past us, our lives breathe in freedom and yet bridled by responsibility.
And, in our youth we seek the wistful rebuke times
When school is only something to say 'goodbye' to,
We see realization in our mistakes of out crying curiosity.

To leave the mold to which we out grew and
Endure the bridles of deceit and the blind,
Of an endeavoring environment.

An environment to crack and eliminate our souls,
Our spirits, and our newly shaped selves
For we are ill prepared to face the world.

Children in cells scream to be free
From the shackles that restrict and restrain.
They scream to roam, scream to feel alive-
And to leave.

Why do the children scream so?
Can they not see the protection of ignorance?
Naive within nurture and soothing care-
Like the innocence of God's beloved children.

Angels - without this sense of care - become injured
Harmed, tainted, and rather jaded.
Blinded within their wishes.

The ones who are released, free to fly their dreams:
The children before whom reached their time . . .
They screamed too.

They scream to be in Mother's soothing hands
And protected from reality and the bittersweet venom that it feeds.
They want to be safe, secure, protected, and to worn the ones safe:
Freedom is harsh, painful, and deceitful.

But, ignorance is bliss. They do not listen . . .
They never listen, they are only fixated to freedom
Beyond the grave constriction they writhe within.

And, to end this poem of numb belligerence, chorus, and song . . .
Let the children dance on and let them sing and them turn,
As all around them in a blind eye
The city continues to burn.

 

touche mizani

 

Here, i thought of a proper one this time darkone =]

ACe

There was a boy named ACe,
who likes to bash peoples face
with his plus one mace.
Everytime he saw a race,
he tied up his shoelace
but there wasnt enough space,
so he said "get out of my place
you BIG DISGRACE!"

 

They say that cosmo was dense,
for betting his wife for five cents,
she finds out, she'll be mad,
if he lose, he'll be sad,
i reckon the pain is intense

 

That doesn't make any sense.

i continued the poem for you ursa

 

lol randomy poems i made:

-Uses-
Abuse me. Use me. Consume me. Lean on me. Abandon me when I am through.
Because I am a crutch.
A crutch: an ugly word for an ugly person like me.
Something to be used at will, at disposal or need.
Never needing to be more, only needed to help you.

Picking you up when you fall.
Supporting you when you are weak and broken
An unfortunate break on the sliver of your life.
But I am here.

Here to support you if you need me.
Here to help you so you won’t fall.
Here to keep you safe from those who try and trip you.
Ready to be disposed of when I am done.

-Only words.-
Words, only words.
How come they never come out right?
even in writing?
Even when we think, we don’t think right.

A useless writer with a brilliant tool
A blessed thought with no mind to behold it
A silver cry on deaf ears
A beautiful sight to blind eyes

One treasure for each man, one sin for each finger
One truth for every tree, a lie for every leaf
to all that is good, there becomes darkness
the higher you are, the longer the shadow of deceit.

broken minds thrown into the norm
confessions sought in pools of blood
a seed among the fields of flowers.
Nothing in the souls of those who don’t believe.

they took it all: all the tools, the thoughts, the cries, the sights.
now what is left? left of your treachery?
useless writers, empty heads, deaf ears, blind eyes.
All because the words that no one will read.

No one will read these words...
lost in the flood of text,
gone like love.

-Invisible-
my eyes see it, do you see?
The way far off none shall ever be
unreached dreams and lost potential
things that seem so essential
do you see it?

Broken molds bent by the confines they are kept in
Burning trees falling to ashes of those that never win
torn letters on the crook of their arms
all their hollow lies and false charms
can you see it?

The people who trip so others will look
fish gasping, strangled by a hook
birds who cannot fly in the smoke of clouds
boats that crash into one another’s bows
will you see it?

The freezing ice that slicks the street
the fallen houses that collapse to no feat
plastered blood on the white walls.
a dead person, tumbling as he falls
when shall it be seen?

All the unocticed...
all the unspoken, unbroken
swept beneath our robes, never to be seen.
invisible to our eyes.

 

my poëms are in dutch


HAHA!

 

Post them anyway Lenga. Don't be shy, we'd love to read them.


Möte
vi två bland skuggorna
hör stormen viner
står där tillsammans
håller om varandra
mina armar runt din midja
mina vingar svepta runt oss
skyddar oss från vinden
skyddar oss från regnet
glad för att få vara där
tacksam för allt du gett mig


Vara där
vill vara där
hos dig
stötta
lyssna
bara vara

ensam
bortglömd
en stilla tår

andetag
en axel
en arm

närvaro
stöd
tröst

hopp
ett ljus
lösning

 

With Mind a realist and Heart idealist
How can one stab heart and stay alive?

Mind knows how to move, knows what to do
Yet Heart will not follow it is such a fool

Held back by dreams that will not occur
How can the Mind the future ensure?

Mind is aware that way is one
Silence the Heart or be undone

Won't though Heart bleeding to cold of ice
Lead both of the pieces to one demise?

Maybe it's wrong it doesn't know right
Shouldn't instead be stabbed the Mind?

But Heart's a dreamer knows of no rule
It would be swallowed by the world cruel

Both can't be right they contradict
Which one should go which to let live?

Thus question is asked again and again
Maybe kill both, spare going insane

 

meee, i love you, that was epic. you make it or find it somewhere? if you made it, omg @_@

 

Thanks. Yes, I made it.

 

wow, that's awesome.

 

I can't find Gregario... it didn't come up on the forum search.

Here's a more recent one...

Who goes unnoticed but seen by all
Who stands up as the world falls
Who can not, will not, shall not be stalled-
I am.

What completes the cycle of life and death
What transfers the soul to the next
What reaps the sorrow in every breath-
I am.

When time ends and the next begins
When shadows fall and silence smothers the din
When the bell tolls and arise death's kin-
I am.

Where dusk falls eternally darkening
Where voices fail to absolute muting
Where fear is not and live is nothing-
I am.

Why the bird has stopped its tune
Why writing fades and erased are all runes
Why the blade no longer gleams under pale moon-
I am.

How tears drop from faces of who dies
How calls of help never arise
How up and high the rest flies-
Lost-

 

I just dug up the stuff I wrote in highshcool.

here's one

The Urge to Fight

Is this the wring
with hands of greed
bear satisfied gifts
to urge my needs?

Is this her voice
when anger is sure,
the woman who cared
and my illness she cured?

Why does she anger
at life she has made
when I alone fall
to hide in my shade.

I feel her heat rise
but I do not see why,
do I greet the pain
Do I act as a lie?

Do I oppose her thoughts
and speak my truth,
a quiet fight unfolds
a revolt I will lose.

 

*gives meee a medal*
you are now more awesome than me for that poem.
wow, it was epic, i'm not even gonna lie. it was really good and captured the feeling correctly, marry me O O

j/k at the last part, but it's epically good, you should keep writing ^ ^

 

The poems you guys write, make mine look nubbish.

 

Here is one i made like when i was 5

I found a little bug
It grew and grew and grew
it ate me

my mother never found me
but she got eaten too