My Poems

These are really good! I've been writing since last ear...here's the first one i ever wrote, i think i write better when im emotionally inside a created person, you know, thinking their thoughts, feeling their feelings, anyway, here i go

Seasons change
winter to spring
But suddenly it hits me
Like a wave from the sea

The season I fear
The season for me?
The day I survived
The day I escaped
If I had been stronger
I could probably tell you
Where it all began
And why I ran away


My only chance to survive
Is it to run away?
To leave all the pain, suffering and sorrow
Am I overreacting?
Would you feel the same?

Days pass by
I’m confined to my room
Look out the window
As the schoolkids pass by
Blissfully ignorant
Of what may come

Hide in my room
Is this my chance?
Am I strong enough to take it?
The window is open
It’s not a long drop
My bag is already packed

Would I be missed?
Would I even be noticed?
Is this my chance?
My chance
To runaway?
 
Okay, I'm popping my head in and posting something or other (be afraid, be very afraid :silly: ). This one's from about a year or two ago; one of the few rhyming poems that I've done. Usually I'm more into freeverse, to be honest!

An Encounter With Inspiration

Moonlight shivers down my spine
Thinking back time after time
On my life from day to day
In my mind the words all play
From here to there, forming verse
In my head the thoughts converse
Weighing options, what makes sense
Taking memories out of tense
Recalling the feelings attached to each
Putting to words, conclusions I’ve reached
Slowly connections begin to form
As I scrawl they quickly transform
From sounds and pictures to letters and words
Some expected and others absurd
But in some way they all bind in
To a central point from which this begins
The spark that’s set off this cascade of script
The inspiration of which I’ve plainly stripped
Away to just one simple phrase
That guides me through this artistic maze
And as I write the closing text
That ties one stanza to the next
I sign my name and drop my pen
Until it comes to call again
 
this is a pome i wote for spike to dru most of mine are buffy pomes or about how i feel.


I had a girl who was out of her mind.
It was like she had a child inside.
She had raven hair and eyes that can mesmerism with just a stare.
She saw things in the air
she told me things had whispered secrets in his ear :whisper:
she would sway back and forth with a mischievous glare her hands dancing threw the air

she didn't have a care she could break me an half just like that*snap*
she just like a pussy cat:cat:
Mischievous and playful and harsh at times.
She not afraid to give you a bite that will make you die:bite-cha::: dracula

She's out of her mind.
Her hearts as dark as a starless night

So warning to all don't mess with my black goddess tonight.:: vampire
 
ItMustBeBunnies
ItMustBeBunnies
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Those small fingers
all covered in red
Those small eyes
all horror they see
Those litte legs
all running away
That little memory
all will remember
 
Okay i got inspired by yesterday by watching my mom for some reason, studying her if you will, so here is a new one.

Eyes of the Beholder

Beauty is in thy face
Of thy Mother.
Perfection Framed,
Forever Embedded
In the mind
Of known and
Perhaps unknown
beloveds.​
 
CHOSEN ONE

Being the chosen one really is no funI want to run,but this is my distniey. I have so many fanticies. soI guess being the chossen one means no fun.I get down on my knees and wish it would end then i wounder if I'll win so is that a sin. You tell me happiness is just around the bin, but all this power that I weild dosen't make it fair.I just don't thinkI can bear it anymore? The weight of the world on my shoulders lying to my friends not leting anyone in. I tell you I'm fine most of the time but,enen if we get threw it.

I still think being the chosen one is no fun!
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I wrote this with many people in mind but most of all for my best buddy:

I never understood why you think I'm pretty and witty but,when you talk to me I feel extordanary.its all you i know this is true you made me see what i long to be you brought it out of me. there is just something here that telling me you do care and you will always be there for me. even in my times of need. my very own funny bunny!

thanks for being there for me.
 
ItMustBeBunnies
ItMustBeBunnies
Awwwww....honey I loves ya you rock! :)
Written at the top of Rough Tor, Cornwall.

Here lies the monument of a past glory,
When mankind came to relive the story,
To pastures of worship, festive pleasure,
Only time and earth know how to measure.

The distant view of one great kingdom,
To feel the power of nature's freedom,
The lords of the past to here did wander,
And join, and praise to those up yonder.

Distant though those times may be,
The time will come when we shall see,
Why Gods strove to help man's destiny,
And when man shall return to the unity.

The earth shall rise up from the waters,
And Gods come down from their quarters,
To guide and influence the minds of man,
And give to some powers of future plans.

With eyes to see the rune that lies ahead,
And ears to hear the voices of the dead,
The mind to read the voice of thought,
And do what they the Gods have taught.

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Written, looking away from Rough Tor

The storyteller still sat, on the velvet covered floor,
Musing through words he could to say to the poor,
Stories like now, the times when mankind was at war,
He held his head up high, and looked to the door.

To give them the knowledge he had stored in his brain,
To give them courage to continue, without seeming vain,
For them to follow him, and not to fear the hot rain,
From the radiation fallout, born of the devils disdain.

All the snow caps have melted, now flowing to the seas,
The tree tops are all burnt and motionless in the breeze,
The false shadows of animals that now cease to exist,
He stands there silent listening to a watch on his wrist.

Remembering watching the sunset, such a beautiful red,
Now as the sun goes down he is filled only with dread,
So to Stonehenge, where the secrets of life are hidden,
Of secrets so pure, that mankind still waits for the ken.

Though the landmarks have gone he leads them forward,
Even though walking seems unfamiliar and strangely hard,
Rest and eat as further into the void they have to travel,
Strangeness of a new world that they will soon unravel.

Unknown swirling mist disturb the sanctity of their feet,
As with a swamp yet not pulling them down, not deep,
Press on they shall, strive to be free from the lions keep,
Let the grass grow, the soil to sow and the land to reap.

Go to him my children, sit down and to him, do listen,
Of words he will speak, that'll make your heart glisten,
Of joy and love so pure, sorrows you shall not miss 'em,
Go now, but do not forget, the curse man has mistaken.
 
hi I'm jake I'm ambers bf I'm just checking this out when I saw this and I wrote this for her. Hope you like it her too!

to my bloody pet
I have a girl who means the world to me.
She holds me tight everynight it feels oh so right.
Her voice is like a song that only I can hear.
Her skin like silk becomeing me near.
She has stars in her eyes,like diamonds in the sky.
When she sleeps,she looks so peacefull.

When the world is rough,she's the only one who can make me smile,and thats tough.

her kisses are as sweet as honey,and boy can she be funny!
I would giveaway all my money everything I have.
Just as long as shes with me for all I need is my....BABY!
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hope you like it. and she dont kill me.😉
 
alittle something...

shards. I claim my own.
leave the scraps in a heap;
mind not thine!
let me hold fast these memories,
please,
before years and hairs gray
seize the dreams
& the day
away. for to long
fades the night,
full of
withering dreams;
scraps of bliss!
as summers forgotten
in fall,
with the first whisper
of her chilled air.
eyes but a darkened sun,
whose night imbues
the laughing moon-
forged in the silence
of surrender

a little something else

escape is a dream
surrender a myth
we do not share
too primitive
this cold paradise

where words
are worn as weapons
and a laugh
murders the soul

we do not care
too primitive
this cold paradise

indifferent
in a world that screams
"˜more than this!'
yet we never move beyond
dreams & myth
 
A SPECIAL FRIEND

I stood there on the grass quietly watching light and dark,
Wondering why I was here till a voice softly called hark.
Living is given to those who learn from, and smile at strife,
Listen unto me and I shall unfold to you a secret of life.

Accept who you are, remember all your mistakes and learn,
Help them who are stuck, who don’t know which way to turn.
Don’t look at the glass, the cards, see life for yourself,
Lies are not bad if as they may keep another in good health.

Love the one you are with, take her by the hand and smile,
Don’t force her to enjoy your life, enjoyment can be vile.
Don’t pull her forward and yet don’t pull her from her path,
Let her enjoy her own time, and try not to evoke her wrath.

If you want to keep her as a special friend through time,
Tell her, don’t let her guess, show her but not in mime.
Yet still, don’t take yourself too far from your own path,
As you may regret, even then do not put yourself on trial.”

The voice then died away, and I began to fall onto the grass
The dark then light, as grass growing, in the earth so brown
I remembered falling did I really hit my head on a rock?.
How should I explain my love to you, the hands on a clock.
 
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