Post a poem!!!

[VampireGirl1314]

Originally Posted by sakari09

All but one I think...but I was quoting Robert Frost. LOL

lol.
i need to write more poems.T_T



POEM!!!
I have a split lip,
and i feel like sh*t,
I hear his voice,
and i start to scream,
punching the wall with all my strength,
I want him dead,
so i can be free.
I see him every night in my dreams,
I reach out to him,
he moves away,
and it makes me p*ssed.
there is only one thing i need,
is for you to kill him,
so i can be okay,
i need him to dissapear,
just fade away.

POEM!!! part 2.
why can i hear his voice,
but i cant make a noise,
why do i feel so hot,
yet so cold,
am i sick,
or is this the end,
do i deserve to be treated this way,
or is this just a game?
is he messing with me?
i need answers to my questions,
i need reasons to my actions,
i need help to move on in life,
i need a friend so i can survive,
will you be my friend,
or do you want me to die?
why do i feel like,
i cant move on in life?

[VampireGirl1314]

I feel the cold air tonight,
I see the beautiful moon light,
I hear the dogs barking at me,
But i stay standing in the middle of the street,
I didnt want to leave the house today,
I didnt feel okay,
I dont feel safe,
I want to die today.

[sakari09]

The sky’s the color of blood,
The sun setting behind the purple clouds
And my mind wanders once again to you
My love, my baby, my soul mate.
At times my loneliness creeps up
And takes away my breath
As the tears fall.
Please don’t fret love,
For the loneliness
Is small compared
To the love in my heart
That I have for you.
For now my wings are tied to my back
Waiting for the chance to spring
At the sight of you baby.
So come home soon
And let me be free again…

---sakari

[VampireGirl1314]

there is a time
there is a place
when all my worries go away
but it brings me pain
why dont you want to try
and make things better?
if you cause me pain
it wont show on my face
i will keep on loving you
just as i have once before
and i will do it again
my love for you
never fades away
you know that
so why dont you want me?
want to hold me
want to kiss me
are you suffering more then me?
why wont tell me?
why wont you talk to me?
why has my friend told me
that you dont want me to be in pain
ever again
and thats why you have set me free?
i know that look in your eye's
the same sadness
that i saw that night
when you saw me cry
and it makes me
feel like crying all over again.

[deathnotegirl]

I hear the song
It’s pounding in my head
My hand is moving to the bass
The knife
It won’t stop
It pierces my skin
It’s too late
Blood is running down my chest
Drip by drip it falls to the floor
Slowly I’m losing myself
The darkness is towering over
I can’t see anymore
I know I’m under
Free at last, no more pain
Suicide was the right tune at last

My suicide is good
Nothing could go wrong
Taking the pills makes it better
Cutting out a star in my mind
Making it perfectly round and sharp
Throwing it around
Hitting every vain
Watching them bleed
Coughing up the blood
Falling to the ground
Landing on the pill bottle
Watching them spill
One last breath and I’m gone

I hit a bone
I felt the cut
I hear the scream
I laugh once it’s done
I’m laying on the floor
Pool of blood around me
My eyes are closing
Blackness is coming
I’m dying right here

[VampireGirl1314]

I know what i've done
I know where i've been
I know what i've seen
But i cant keep this cutting pain inside
I hear that screaming at night
I have to scream
I know it's not good for me
to keep all this pain
bottled up inside
Or see the knife
Yet never grab hold of it
I know what has happend
To my life
I know who made me cry
But this pain
Is too much for me
I need something
For this to
Just fade away
Why did you leave?
Why are you here
Standing in front of me?
What is that gun for
Dont tell me that
My life is finally over
As you can see
Im not leaving you
If i die
You will die as well.

[VampireGirl1314]

Why does it never rain?
Why is everything the same?
You do you blame me for everything?
When i havent done anything?
Is it fun for you,
To cause me pain?
Do you think,
Things between you and me,
Will be the same?
Are you trying to hurt me?
I dont know why,
But i cant tell why,
your acting like this tonight.

[Pexster]

I really like Egar Allen Poes Poems.




The Raven


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"By that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

By:Edgar Allan Poe






O! I like this peom. I think it is kinda funny. -_-(see me laughing) LOL jkjk




This Poem is so random. ^^









This Just To Say

I have Eaten
the plums

That were in
the ice box.

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

forgive me
they were so delicious
so sweet
and so cold

By: william Carlos Williams

[tohruchan7]

i love ur random poem!! pexster!!

[Pexster]

lol thank you. xD

random indeed. :P

you should post one. ^^v