What ever happened to Good Poetry?What ever happened to Good Poetry?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What ever happened to good poetry,
The kind that set the lovers free
And forced her to stay up all night,
Wondering when again he would write?
What became of the passion, the love, the pain
That caused the angels to sing our sweet refrains,
Painting the skies with the truth
Of the two, so in love, though still in youth?
What was the fate of these sweethearts from afar
Whose story is written in the stars
That have taught us through their love
What some words are truly made of?
These phrases may not look like a lot,
But their value cannot be taught
To those who refuse to read with their heart
And truly appreciate this form of art.
What ever happened to good poetry
And those few could truly see
The power of the written word?
That form of writing was what I prefer.
The StormThe Storm2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A storm is brewing in my heart
And raging in my bones
All because I'm sitting here,
Knowing you won't pick up the phone.
The wind that blows tries to carry
All your memories away,
But I hold tight to what's left of them,
Begging you to stay.
The rain that masks my tears of pain
Also blurs what I see.
You see, these memories keep replaying in my mind,
Reminiscing of you and me.
The final crack of thunder,
The lightning that breaks the bow
Leaves me to only wonder
What I am to do now.
A storm is brewing in my heart
And raging in my bones
All because I'm sitting here
Without you, all alone.
Perfectly Imperfect YouYou're BEAUTIFULPerfectly Imperfect You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just the way you are.
Yes! Even without all the make-up.
Yes! Even without all the fancy hair dyes.
And yes! Even without all the odd habits you do just to fit in.
Trying to fit in just makes you stick out.
Yes. You may be clumsy.
Yes. You may not look like a model.
And yes. You may not be perfect.
But no one is. You're perfectly
Flaunt your flaws,
and be proud of yourself.
Because there's only one
EverythingEverything,Everything2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is just one big mess.
It hurts and I'm lost again.
I'm back to the beginning.
I've fallen down again.
But not to the bottom;
If I had,
I'm quite sure;
I wouldn't be here right now.
Everything becomes good,
But at the same time not.
If it isn't a heavy feeling,
It's a mean thought.
I know there are people worse off;
So why am I feeling this?
I have and am nothing,
A pathetic girl with
Unique, silly scars
But it's true.
But I shouldn't feel this way.
I can't control my feelings, and
I can't control my thoughts.
I want to runaway
Like I always do.
But I'm stuck;
Your SmileYou don't have to...Your Smile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I won't force you to..
But I just like it..
...when you smile
I won't demand you to...
I won't slap it on you...
But when you do...
...my life is more worth living...
I will help you...
And try to...
...make you smile
I don't want you to feel what I feel
I don't want you to be sad one bit
No one should suffer the pain I'm suffering
Not even for a little bit..
...all you gotta do is smile...
AloneI feel like I can't talk to you. I feel like you are a closed locket or box, and if I could only get you to open, things would clear up. This agony inside me floods my eyelids every time I think I love you. Please decide. Please make up your mind. I can't take indecision: I can't take this back-and-forth with my emotions.Alone2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't be closed off anymore. Please. I am sitting here, I've cried all day, half asleep, missing you, missing you with such a raw intensity that I feel I will never see you again. I cannot imagine myself with someone else. I cannot imagine myself having sex with someone else. I can't imagine laughing and teasing each other and being silly with someone else. I can't imagine someone else treating me as well as you do. I can't imagine what my life would be like without you.
I hope I have been a fraction of what you have been to me: I hope I have made you smile, I hope I have kept you warm and calmed your nights. I just want to love you: I want you
When did we grow up?When did it stop being okay to watch cartoons?When did we grow up?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And to eat alphabet soup?
And tell your parents you love them?
When did boys stop having cooties?
And girl's become attractive?
And it be the norm to be dating?
When did crayons become *** ?
Balloons become condoms?
And toys a sexual term?
When did sandboxes become malls?
Play dates become regular dates?
And swearing become okay?
When did lies become part of life?
Grudges start to form?
And forgiveness disappear?
When did money become a necissity?
Pb&J stop being an option?
And fear become a weakness?
When did ignorance become so common?
Gossip become every second subject?
And sharing stop?
Where are the days where offering a cookie locked your best friend?
The days of hanging out with every one?
The days of thinking high school was about cliques and scary people?
Where are the days of being outside playing til it got dark?
Exploring the neighbourhood?
And walking every where?
When did sex happen?
When did drugs happen?
When did alcohol ha
Never perfectBecause you tore me down,Never perfect2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reminded me my life never goes right.
I want to forget you...
All I want is to move on
Never did I believe that I would be stuck on you,
How could I be such a fool?
All you did was build me up,
Never did I think you would be my demise...
I just wanted to be with you,
Love for you was all I had,
Of course it all went wrong,
Very very wrong,
Everything went wrong in my life,
Until you came,
i thought life was going perfect
but life for me never is...
The Reasons I CryThere are many reasons I cryThe Reasons I Cry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I will take my time to explain
Because you asked me why
I don't cry because I hope for someone to save me
I cry when I hear a true and tragic story
I cry when I hear a songs meaning right through
And no, I don't consider myself a wimp
I'd rather consider you
Laughing because you gave up all hope
Laughing is your way to cope
With the trauma your childhood caused
I know I snap easily and it's a huge flaw
Many people dislike me for it
And being abandoned feels raw
Besides my best poetry was written with tears in burning eyes
I even cry when I'm in rage and furious sometimes
I cry at an impossible problem, just to let go of it
And I must sound incredibly sissy, I admit...
But as a matter of fact, I never cry when I bleed
I don't cry when I don't get the love I need
I shed tears to understand the sorrow of dear friends
My tears cleanse my soul and let my misery end
And most often I cry by the sight of something beautiful
Without my tears, the snot and my pai
How to Make a MonsterHow to make a monster, you ask?How to Make a Monster4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, it's really quite simple.
To start with you need a typical embryo,
Preserved in a jar of mushroom fluids.
In this order, add five drops of lemon juice,
Half a cup of spite,
A tablespoon of jealousy,
Three quarters of dark night.
Remove half the reason,
Siphon all that's light,
Take away the easy road,
And the sense of what is right.
Pour fire down his throat,
To give him extra fight,
And add a nasty aftertaste,
To keep him from clear sight.
Starve him of affection,
Add a thirst for power,
A good helping of bad temper,
So his enemies will cower,
A dollop of mean spirits,
A sprinkle of unfair,
A pinch of no-one cares,
And you have your monster there!
SlippingSlipping3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm going to try my best to keep from falling apart,
Because I know that if I do,
There will be no one to pick up the pieces of me
And glue them back together
So that they fit the way that they were before.
I'm going to try not to fall apart,
Because if I do,
Then you'll realize that even the thickest glass
You'll realize that I'm not half as happy
As you think that I am.
Though I wish that I could
Glue shut the cracks that have formed,
They're like the scars that line my mind:
Impossible to be rid of.
I am left with the remains of a mask
That barely covers up the things I want to hide.
I wish I could do this for you,
But if I do, that whole mask will shatter,
And I can't let that happen.
I'm trying my best to be strong,
But I can feel that façade slipping through my fingers,
Like how you're slipping away from me.
Poem To No OnePoem To No OnePoem To No One3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When failing to see clearly
My blinding light was what you were
Near or far away from me
Your loving heart was stained by her
Twisted motives borne of fright
You sought to change the worst in me
Yet in time you made it right
Accepting how I'm made to be
Conflicting souls, bound as one
Clandestine lovers at the start
But for now, and till it's done
You hold my ever-loving heart
DaleHear me read itDale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They will not silence the bells for you.
The roses will not halt their will to wilt
and lilies will disassemble under the earth.
They will not dust Frankincense over cities
and trees will not bow down in grief
willingly donating limbs to become tissues.
But throats will dry out mid-sentence and
black hankerchiefs will be dubbed into pockets.
There will be enough salt to melt the ice
embedded around the hearts of old enemies.
Old enemies will turn friend once more
and the church will be full, packed with love.
The world is unlikely to take a moment's prayer;
Earth spins too fast to pause for any of us.
But the meagre collection of people you touched
(meagréd only by the tear-ridden knowledge
that you would have touched many more in time)
Will ache tonight and whisper of your friendship.
You were and always will be; loved.
FriendFriend3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She walks by and I can't help but stare.
She smiles at me and it makes my heart flutter.
Her laugh is a beautiful sound to my ears.
When she's heartbroken, I want to heal her heart.
When she cries, I want to make her smile that beautiful smile of hers.
Even if I can't have her in the way I want,
I'll always be a friend she can depend on.
She wouldn't see me more than a friend anyways,
But I could live with that.
Oh, did I mention?
I'm also a girl.
Falling for YouFalling for You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know that one moment
That makes you realize that
He is just the one,
No matter what happens in your life,
Because he realizes when you're afraid,
So he calls your name
And pulls you out of the fearful loneliness,
Towards the warmth of his rambling.
He tells you things that he never utters to others,
And he makes you feel as if
When the you two are talking,
That you're the only ones in the world,
Because he has become the center of you world.
You give me this warm feeling that I can't place,
And I just want to do things
That I never dreamed were possible.
You make me feel like I could reach the stars in one bound,
As long as you are by my side
With your hand in mine.
I don't quite know how to describe this feeling,
Except for the word that keeps resonating in my head:
Could this be love?
Could this unexplainable feeling be as simple as that?
Could I have fallen for you
Between your cocky attitude and sweet smile?
I suppose that I have.
Wow, I never knew that falling could f
I feel in love with my best friend.I feel in love with my best friend.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I'm in love with you.
You're not like other guys.
You make me laugh,
and when I feel sad and think of you.
You make me feel better.
ALWAYS there for me when I need a,
shoulder to cry on.
I always wish you could love me back.
Sadly you cannot.
You say you cannot date a friend for it,
it could be awkward when there is a break up.
I so wish it wasn't that way.
Your the only one that really knows me inside and out.
Knows all my past and still is my friend because of it.
You tell me all your problems and I help you with them.
We've had similar lives yet you have had so much worse,
You mean the world to me and I couldn't lose you.
I would surely die without your laugh, smile, stories, and
most of all the way you give me those long hugs and we just
sit there for minutes but yet they seem like hours on end.
I wish you could completely understand why I love you
Hell I don't completely understand why.
But all I know is that Julian you mean the world to me.
Can it be Worth it?Dare I?Can it be Worth it?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can it be worth it?
a moment of peace,
freedom, where I'm not chained
to the thoughts
and the rules
superior to my own.
Expression must find its way out,
out, into the world
for all to hear.
and to judge.
The thought of it scares,
scares more than its consequences.
What might appear?
What might be lost?
Can it be worth it?
love is hurtingThe beautiful days we held so close, I once said to 'hello' to you.love is hurting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our meeting was brief, and simple.
Caring, and kind.
We left with helpless hearts.
Neither regretting, nor forgetting.
Our meeting place, once helped me smile.
Overcoming each day.
I still wish for the past,
with crying into my hands, at last.
Letting lose the tears,
I know I shouldn't fear.
You tell me "You'll move on".
But the glass still digs into my skin, and prickles each time I see you.
Wandering like I'm not here.
I touch my lips, and hope for yours to return.
The tears keep streaming, never forgetting.
The boy who swallowed a tempestShe once loved a boy who swallowed a tempest.The boy who swallowed a tempest3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her fingertips couldn't quell the storm,
He thrashed, hurricanelike,
In their sea of sheets.
When the Sabbath came,
And he couldn't choke out three words,
She ran home to her mother,
In her big wooden house.
She cut off all her hair,
Still safe high in her tower.
Her prince loved a king,
She locked the door and ate the key.
He lay in bed alone,
Kings don't keep bed with stable-boys,
And for the first time,
He missed her, but not like that.
Opening a window,
He lit a match, and blew smoke,
And rose to her threshold,
She said nothing.
No sorries were said,
But that night, they slept soundly.
Different?Many people say that cutting your wrist and drugs are totally different, but that is where they are wrong!!Different?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Cutting starts out small, like drugs. You either come across it yourself, think that it will make you cool(-_-), or someone showed it to you. You only cut every now and then and only scratches or something. It's never enough to bleed, just enough to feel the pain. You do it for that feeling of being alive, the feeling of being something more, the feeling of control.
Like most drugs, though, it only last so long.
So you begin to use sharper knifes like pocket knifes or stake knifes. Also, instead of only doing it every now and then, It's become almost weekly. Instead of just your wrist, you begin to test other things out. Cutting farther up your arm and on your legs, burning yourself and hitting things, not eating. You get a little more blood this time and a little deeper with the cuts. You still think you could stop at any point.
Then the high goes away and you begin to get nothi
Spilling my SoulSpilling my Soul3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that I'll never be able
To tell you this to your face,
So I'm going to do
What I've always done
When speaking fails me;
I'm going to write about it.
Even though people won't say so.
Just the thought of you
Can make a smile form across my lips,
And when a smile crosses your lips,
My heart skips about four beats,
And my face turns beat red.
Though you probably don't notice,
Whenever you say my name,
I'm immediately attentive
And clinging to each of your words.
As pathetic as it sounds,
It's love, I swear,
Because I've never done this for anyone before,
And I don't think I'll ever do it again.
My heartYou say my heart is an organ.My heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just something that pumps blood through my body, but this is where I disagree with you.
My heart is where my emotions are.
I'll admit it myself; I sometimes don't let my good emotions shine through.
I hide it away; afraid to be who I want to be.
But, if you get to know me well enough you will see that I'm much more then what anyone expected of me.
I'm not a moody person who is too sarcastic for friends.
I'm a person who loves nature and loves to do things with my friends.
I want to be someone big and adventurous and travel the world.
I want to meet the love of my life and stay with him forever.
I want to have children and have them grow up to be who they want to be.
My heart is where I store my emotions and where I put my wants and wishes.
My heart makes me who I am, and I am only myself.
MusicA razor held gentlyMusic4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Against her wrists
Its not accidentally
That the cold blade missed
Thrown to the floor,
her tears pour down,
She can't take anymore
Of her constant frown
His words replaying
In her head
She does things his way
Turns to music instead
Can You Hear Me?"I want it to end. The suffering, the pain, the weariness, just everything.Can You Hear Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to stop feeling like a knife has been dug into my chest, and is being twisted with every insult, being pushed in deeper with every insecurity and doubt.
I want to stop crying. Just, for one day, to not have to sit with tears pouring down my cheeks, with my arms wrapped round myself, slowly rocking.
I want to stop panicking. To stop feeling like the oxygen has left the room, leaving me gasping for breath and lifeless. Like I'm drowning on dry land, my throat closes over, and my thoughts go at a million miles an hour. Worries and obsessions fire through my brain like bullets, sometimes for hours, sinking deeper and deeper into the water.
I want to be able to sleep. To be able to actually wake up in the morning and think 'I'm going to shine today. I'm going to laugh and smile without faking, and not have to pretend that I'm fine. Today is my day.'
To be able to get through a whole day without nearly faintin