Rest In Peace

Rest In Peace Poems For My Two Best Friends? Im 16. very recently Ive lost tw of my best friends to suicide. Does anyone hae any good Rest In Peace poems, Id like to have one for each of them, James ( 10/15/90 - 09/8/08 ) I dated him my whole life, and Im now pregnant by him. Tyler (6/19/90 - 11/26/08 ) Killed himself only days ago over his girl friend. These two boys were my entire world. Its really hard for me, to write this, Just.. I want some way to remember them.. Im horrible with words, nothing come out right, and it causes me to break no being able to show how i feel. I dont cry, er, i mean i havent yet, for either of them.. all ive done is shut myself up in my room with my computer, and our fave songs... id like a poem to add to my myspace page.

rest in peace poems? i am looking for a poem for my myspace page it is going to be for my brother that died. i dont want it too be to long. and i am only 13 so i dont want it too have to many words i wont understand. i have searched and searched on google for poems wil some1 please help me?

rest in peace quotes/poems/sayings etc ...? here i am again .. i need ALOT of quotes about rest in peace. and if you find anything quotes/poems/sayings about cancer .. give them thanks.

Im getting a tattoo and Im trying to find out what would be a good rest in peace poem or quote for dads? rest in peace poems or quote

REST IN PEACE POEM????? my best friend passed away almost a year ago and i would like a poem to put on my myspace page in rememberance of her. Do you knw any good rest in peace or missing you poems? thank u

Rest In Peace? Put me at ease? Im 16. very recently Ive lost tw of my best friends to suicide. Does anyone hae any good Rest In Peace poems, Id like to have one for each of them, James ( 10/15/90 - 09/8/08 ) I dated him my whole life, and Im now pregnant by him. Tyler (6/19/90 - 11/26/08 ) Killed himself only days ago over his girl friend. These two boys were my entire world. Its really hard for me, to write this, Just.. I want some way to remember them.. Im horrible with words, nothing come out right, and it causes me to break no being able to show how i feel. I don't cry, er, i mean i haven't yet, for either of them.. all ive done is shut myself up in my room with my computer, and our fave songs... id like a poem to add to my myspace page.

Rest in peace/missing you poems? Im really sad and i need a rest in peace or missing you poem to comfort me....any ideas? thank u

Rest in peace/Missing you poems? My two rats died almost a year ago ;( and i would like a rest in peace or missing you poem to help comfort me. do u have any? thank u

looking for a Rest in peace poem? i am looking for a rip poem for my mom that passed away that isnt to long or too short ne help?

rest in peace poem? hi, im 13 years old. and my mom passed away in February.. i was looking for a Rest in peace poem for my myspace. please and thank you! Not too short please. i'd like it kinda long..

Rest in peace poem?????? my uncle died last year, and today is the day of his death. does anybody have a rest in peace poem i could use on my myspace thank you

im in need of rest in peace poem? im looking for a poem not to long.. not to short.. i need to find some comfort.. i lost my mum to cancer 3 years ago.. i still cant come to terms with it... does anyone have a poem i can use to express my feeling? love you Forever and always mummy xx <3 xx

rest in peace quotes or poems <3? quotes for a friend that passed away with cancer and quotes for family & friends. thanks. :)

i need a rest in peace poem? i had a cousin my age pass away about a year ago in a car accident i have a picture of me and her that id like to put up on a website and i wanted a little poem to go under it but i cant think of anything and i cant find anything i like

Rest In Peace Poem For My Boy Friend..? Im 16 and 4months pregnant, I got pregnant by my best friend / boy friend, he killed himself before i had the chance to tell him..he killed himself Sept 8, 2008.. I would like a poem to add to my myspace page in memory of James, would someone help me out please. It would mean allot to me. Im horrible with words so thanks so much. hes was only 17. We've been together since I was 10, so 6years, we did everything together and he spent everyday with me and my family... he would have been so happy knowing Iam pregant,but I waited to long to tell him..Icant help but think this i my fault... He was a boxer/MMA fighter and a stret racer.. He didt have a good life at all, which led to the suicide. We grew up i n the worst part of town, and we he did it his parents were going through a divorice..which was very hard for hiim also. if theres anything else youd like to know, please feel free to ask.

My poem My Roberto Rest in peace what do you think? I think about you everyday How we laughed and used to play How you sweetly kissed my cheek Right before we went to sleep. I always think how we and hugged at night holding each other oh so tight. I'm so sad you had to go But death won't wait when he's at your door. We talked if he should ever come go on with life and wait for no one. Now is the time to get on with life maybe one day i will be a wife. No they'll never be another you' but Darling i will always be here for you,

To the Stone-Cutters: "The honey of peace in old poems." What does it mean? I understand the rest of the poem as a tragedy of people attempting to reach some sort of immortality and the uselessness of it but the last two lines confuse me. I need a little push in the right direction.

Can anyone help me find just the right poem? okay now about that sad song... well i got one, but now i need a short rest in peace poem, i can't find one short enough to go on Windows Movie Maker, any answers?

Can Someone Help Explain some Poems by Ben Jonson? I am having trouble Understanding two of his poems "On My First Son" and "Song: To Celia" On My First Son: Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy. Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. Oh, could I lose all father now! For why Will man lament the state he should envy, To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage, And if no other misery, yet age? Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say, "Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry." For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such As what he loves may never like too much. Song: To Celia: Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine: Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine: Rest of Poem: http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/jonson/celia2.htm

Then I will be at Peace, Poem, Will you comment? Then I will be at Peace When the birds sing, Songs of hope and love, When parting clouds bring, Rays of sunshine from above, Then I will be at peace. When children can run free, Without fear and in melee, When man can control his fate, Learn to love, not to hate, Then I can rest in peace. When I can let go, Of a loved one that I know, When peace is in my heart, I can work, perfect my art, Then I'll have peace, And I can rest.

Can anyone tell me the rest of this poem or the author/source? I heard it in a movie...know the movie too? The Life that I have is all that I have and the life that I have is yours, The love that I have for the life that I have is yours, and yours, and yours.... A peace I shall have, a rest I shall have....

What do you think of this poem I wrote for my Aunt, died 22nd Septmeber 2009, Rest in peace.? I call it "Our Wee Fighter" I awoke the other night from one of my bad dreams, I dreamt that we had lost you, I could hear my mothers screams. I dreamt that you had cancer and you fought it oh so hard, You lost your fight there in that dream, finally letting down your guard. The cancer overcame you as you heard your number called, Far too young to leave us, 53 isn’t all that auld. Gran came that night to get you and she took you by the hand, she lifted you gently in her arms to see the promised land. As I started to come to, I let out a silent scream, As i sat up it bed I realised that It wasn’t just a dream. Forgotten memories come back to me every single day, I hope that you can see them too, I hope, I wish, I pray. Thanks, I'm just so devestated, nothing seems quite right, I hope she can see it.

How do you like these poems? "HardToLetGo" Its hard to let go Of someone that you used to know They didnt know you liked them But ince you told them you never saw them again You could never get over the way the both of us used to laugh and play We were friends for years, always spent time as friends But once you told them you loved then you werent allowed see the them again You knew the same people , had the same group of friends But your attraction to just the wrong person made your life twist and bend You decided to begin and start again And chose to forget about the relative of your very best friend __________________________________________________________ "UnWilling" My heart goes out to you But you wont take it through Ill make it work ill try and try And see if our friendhip can still survive Id be willing to make you mine as long as you accept this little fine I gave up all of my closest friends Just so that you could make my heart mend When i asked if you could be mine I waited for your answer that i thought you would say this time And you off all people i never would have dreamed That you would have disrespected me as much to do this to me You started laughing and said "No, you are kidding me right?" How could you have done something to cause the darkness of a nonexistent light Of eternall sadness and grief that you put on me You changed my life and caused me to flee To the one place that i thought i would never think To my parents grave to kill myself and rest in peace. __________________________________________________________ "SplitInTwo" Just because i liked someone that liked the same as me Does that mean that im not free to do what i please? I want my privliges , i want my rights Because if i do what you want then ill take my flight Out of my nation to find a place Where all humans are treated the same no matter their prefrences or race Its not fair that people who are all created to all be the same and treated equally but people that are different than everyone else have to go through more shit and crap from their "family" For all the haters out there I give you this message of dare If you cant accept the different groups of people in your nation Then get off your couches and get out of Gods creation __________________________________________________________ "TheWrongDirection" Everyone says to follow your heart But what if two people have split it apart One person you feel is the right one to choose But your family and society tell you to chose what regular people do Tbe other is the perfect match But your heart just doesnt want the catch You are faced with the decision between two different people that you want to love and curl One that your heart wants and one that is right everywhere else in the world If you are faced with a tough decision Let your heart to the talking and you wont regret the division Noone else matters in your life Except that you and your friend will be happy together and survive your eternall fight __________________________________________________________ "BlindIgnorance" How can you tell when someone is ignoring you Mabye when they only talk to you when they have to They never call you, you have to call night and day You message them every time and they dont say anything no matter how long you stay You try to reason with them and they just walk away And then you questiom if they were worth your personal gain If youve ever been ignored then you know this one blow You hate them more but your lust for them still continues to grow *I have about 3 more poems but these are the kind of poems dealing with bi/gay stuff. Thanks for reading :)

Rest in Piece(s)- a poem? (Just an angsty poem I made up...I can thank my so-called friends for inspiring me to make it.) I'd tell you to rest in peace but I don't know if you deserve that much credit I'd tell you to rest in peace but I want you to rest in pieces; just in pieces Like you left my heart Why did I fall in love with you from the time since we first met to the grave? Why did I fall in love with someone so perfect; who I thought was so brave...? You left me; I didn't leave you I gave you every reason to stay I believed in you I'd tell you to rest in peace but I don't know if you deserve that much credit I'd tell you to rest in peace but I want you to rest in pieces; just in pieces Like you left my heart I'm sorry I wasted my time on you, convincing you there were things you could always do You weren't as brave as I gave you credit for You'd always be clueless, just like you are missed I never even got a farewell kiss I'd tell you to rest in peace but I don't know if you deserve that much credit I'd tell you to rest in peace but I want you to rest in pieces; just in pieces Like you left my heart Said I hated you? fine, I demise you Blame me for the shit you can't do? I blame you Call me a liar; it takes one to know one I'd tell you to rest in peace but I don't know if you deserve that much credit I'd tell you to rest in peace but I want you to rest in pieces; just in pieces Like you left my heart You left my heart in pieces Now you can rest in pieces You left me; I didn't leave you. I gave you every reason to stay. I believed in you. Now you're gone (farewell). How does it feel to be a ghost?

please read the poem I wrote and tell me what you think? Drop by Drop You are everything and nothing You make me live , and your the reason why I died Drop by Drop Your losing blood Your losing love Drop by Drop You will dry up And soon i will die I'm sorry, I know it is my fault I'm sorry , that it did not exist You are so Pure, you have no place in this endless dark world Drop by Drop I'm sorry , but I love you We will die , then meet our dream That we can't find in this gloomy world I love , I love Thus , I shall die Drop by Drop We are going to dry up, soon enough To rest in peace. This poem is to my heart.

What do you think of this heart broken poem? Drop by Drop You are everything and nothing You make me live , and your the reason why I wil die Drop by Drop Your losing blood Your losing love Drop by Drop You will dry up And soon i will die I'm sorry, I know it is my fault I'm sorry , that it did not exist You are so Pure, you have no place in this endless dark world Drop by Drop I'm sorry , but I love you We will die , then meet our dream That we can't find in this gloomy world I love , I love Thus , I shall die Drop by Drop We are going to dry up, soon enough To rest in peace. This poem is to my heart.

My horse died yesterday, and good poems for this? two days ago my horse died from severe colic. She was only 17 years, so she died a long time before her time she have come. I've only had her for 10 years, but it feels like my whole life. It's like she was there, and then she was gone the next day. Is there any horse poems that would be good for this things like grief for her? I'd look but I just can't right now. R.I.P. my love, rest in peace :'(

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Out Of Thin Air!! it was so Crazy!!!? FAR BENEATH by Poet Or Writer. . . Far beneath I do slumber, far beneath I do sleep, the soil so soft and rich will ever be my pillow and the grass will always grow like fine silk upon my bed. My eyes will no longer open and my mouth will never move. My fingers folded, to rest upon my still chest, My arms bent gently in a final rest. My Lungs will never again be filled with sweet sweet air, my ears never to hear mornings waking sounds. Far beneath I do slumber, far beneath I do sleep, for above is the grass and the tomb stone that reads “rest in peace” this poem just came to me like “BAM!!” and my fingers went flying over the key board!! lol, its crazy! Sometimes I wont be able to put two lines together but then I get somethin like this after! I hope you think its as good as I do(I normally hate my own work!!>=)

What do you think of this poem I wrote for school? Any suggestions to make better? This is about gangs btw "The streets at night, the ones you walk alone, hold written memories, that stain walls, and your mind. Youve changed your mind about this you say? If you tell, you oay the ultimate price, Rest in peace, The life you threw away." Please be nice but honest. Im horrible at writing poems. How can I make this better?? Thanks for the critisism(: Its helpful! Fix: You PAY the ultimate price.

Do you think I should start writing poems? Here's a poem tell me what you think its about the titanic I an 11 year old wrote it. As I stand there watching people crying, dying. The people sink down and go to heaven as I watch them go to death, Saved my soul, but not the ones of others, I hear screaming yelling voices I will hear all my life, Wife’s saying there last good-byes, crying, Husbands waving to there death, Blue, icy cold water I will never forget, Going in the boat a man pushes me aside, Jumping of the Titanic suicide, I shriek as though I felt the pain, Poor men lying dead while others are in pain, Children, Men, Women, and Others all dying for the savor of others, That’s a shame to see them lying there to death… with pain, While others rest in peace some of us paddle away safe, But, are a shame of the others that could not afford there way to savor, 1st class.

How to understand these poems? I was only dreaming I was only dreaming Namdeo and Vitthal Stepped into my dream “Your job is to make poems,” Said Namdeo. “Stop fooling around.” Vitthal gave me the measure And slapped me gently To arouse me From my dream Within a dream The Longman Anthology World Literature “The grand total Of the poems Namdeo vowed to write Was one billion.” He said, “All the unwritten ones, Tuka, Are your dues.” *** If Only you would If Only you would Give me refuge O Lord To stay at your feet In a line of saints. I’ve already left behind The world I loved. Don’t stand still: It’s your move now. My caste is low; My origins humble. A little help from you Will go a long way. Thanks to Namdeo You visited me In a dream that left me Poetry. *** Have I utterly lost my hold on reality Have I utterly lost my hold on reality To imagine myself writing poetry? I am sure your illustrious devotees, All famous poets, will laugh at me. Today, I face the toughest test of life: Whereof I have no experience, Thereof I have been asked to sing. I am the innocent one asked to sin, Without any foretaste of what I must commit. I am just a beginner, untutored in the art, My master himself is unrevealed to me. Illuminate, and inspire me, O Lord. Says Tuka, my time is running out. *** I scribble and cancel it again I scribble and cancel it again, O heavenly critic, to pass your test. I choose a word, only to change it, Hoping to find one you’d like the best. I beg your pardon again and again: Lord, let not my words go waste. Says Tuka, please, talk back at least So that this poem will have something to say. *** Where does one begin with you? Where does one begin with you? O Lord, you have no opening line It’s so hard to get you started. Everything I tried went wrong. You’ve used up all my faculties. What I just said vanished in the sky And I’ve fallen on the ground again. Says Tuka my mind is stunned: I can’t find a word to say. *** Some of you may say Some of you may say I am the author Of these poems But Believe me This voice Is not my own. I have no Personal skill. It is The cosmic one Making me speak. What does a poor fellow like me Know of the subtleties of meaning? I speak what Govind¹ Makes me say. He has appointed me To measure it out. The authority rests With the Master; Not me. Says Tuka, I’m only the servant. See? All this bears The seal of his Name. 1.Govind (“Lord of cows”) is an epithet of Krishna, a form of the creator god Vishnu. *** To arrange words To arrange words In some order Is not the same thing As the inner poise That’s poetry. The truth of poetry Is the truth Of being. It’s an experience Of truth. No ornaments Survive A crucible. Fire reveals Only molten Gold. Says Tuka We are here To reveal. We do not waste Words. *** When my father died When my father died I was too young to understand; I had not to worry About the family then. Vithu,¹ this kingdom is Yours and mine. It’s not the business of anyone else. My wife died: May she rest in peace. The Lord has removed My attachment. My children died: So much the better. The Lord has removed The last illusion. My mother died In front of my eyes My worries are all over Says Tuka. *** Born a Shudra, I have been a trader Born a Shudra, I have been a trader This deity comes to me like a sacred heirloom. I am unable to say any more, but O saints, I shall honour my pledge to answer your question. I was extremely miserable as a householder Ever since both my parents died. Famine reduced me to penury, I lost my honour. I had to watch one of my wives starve to death. Ashamed of myself, I suffered great anguish To find my business in ruins. The shrine of my deity had fallen apart And I felt like restoring it first. In the beginning, I used to perform keertan¹ there. On the day of ekadashi², my untutored way. I had learnt some sayings of the saints by rote And I reproduced them with reverence and faith. I would join the chorus that followed the lead singers, I would sing the refrain with a pure heart. I was never ashamed of following the saints. The dust of their feet was sacred to me. I worked hard so that my body could endure more. I helped others as much as I could. I was so weary of the ways of the world. That I spurned all advice given by my friends. I made my own mind the sole judge of truth. Rejecting the popular view of life. I followed the guidance that my Guru gave me in a dream. I held fast to the name of God. After a while I was inspired to write poetry As my mind grasped Vithoba’s feet. I was denounced and assailed some time later And it hurt my mind. So I drowned all my manuscripts, appealing to God To restore them if I was true and Narayan satisfied me. If

What do you think of my poems? what do you think of these poems i wrote ~~ A Snowy Path That Reminds Me of You Walking down a snowy path, thinking of how much I miss you when you pass away Every step I take makes me think of you more and more, as I look back at the footprints left behind, I can’t get you out of my mind. A very cold breeze brushes over my shoulder, was that you trying to say that you are here with me or is it just the wind Then it starts to snow is this a message or is Mother Nature playing games. I think of the things that remind me of you as I walk down this path, when you make me smile, happy and laugh I really miss that You always say that I deserve anything in life and I believe that, and I still do I look up ahead and the path is coming to an end Every step I take, every footprint that is left behind I will always remember you and keep you in my heart forever The snowy path has come to an end I will always and forever love you and miss you Rest in peace Allister. ~~ Just this once, I'll tell a tale, Where love and life, And happiness fail. Where the life has been torn, Where the soul was the cost, Where the demons caught up, And the life was lost. There was a girl, Whose life was awry, Every night, to bring sleep Her eyes would cry. The tears were of pain; The tears were of need, All the time she kept thinking, "Why must I be me?" Her parents divorced, Her friends were no-more, She always kept thinking, "What's left to live for?" She thought she was stuck, She thought she should die, She had no one to tell her, "It will all be alright." Then one night, With the gun to her head, She thought to herself, "I'm better off dead..." ~~ "Maybe, Maybe Not" It's been a while since I talked to some one who didn't say much but every word was a story, So much I hear in your voice your words give you glory, You take note to your emotions and your thoughts you declare, you say to your self " I'll be good to everybody even if the world doesn't care", It ain't fair and sometimes you want to be the same, but you can't be hateful like them and your heart is the blame, You are like diamond, your glow won't blemish, Your passion is like a gold, and your beauty is replenished, You're a magnet to all those who love you but you don’t have to know'm, there’s things inside you, you hide but we become attracted when u show'm, when you are sleep your love awakes in the form of spirit to be renewed, and when you wake up it returns to you fresh and brand new, I offer unconditional love, a love that leaves and always returns, my love is new everyday because everyday there’s something new to be learned, My love is like water it doesn't age or rot, I've except you as a new love I like you a lot, but will you except my love MAYBE, MAYBE NOT. ~~ Sitting alone in an empty room Thinking of things that come to mind He comes to the mind in her thoughts of many And she becomes depressed Het thoughts of her love are filled with happiness But sometimes are filled with sadness In her life all the past relationship passed She was told things of why it failed But always thought maybe it’s her fault With such things said she believe it As the wiser she thought it was her fault She broke down into a deep depression With the thoughts of her new love She thinks if her annoyance gets to him They hardly talk but wonders why Maybe she talks too much or what can it be? She wants to know what he thinking right now So she can fix it if it’s bad The thoughts running through her mind She wonders if the does doesn’t fail cause of her The love she shared with him has been but happiness She hope their relationship can last long But without her annoyance interfering She hopes…………………………….. ~~ She thinks about him everyday. Every living moment of her life She thinks about the first time they met, their love grew strong but there is more yet to come. His eyes were filled of their love and his smile of happiness. She loved the way he talked and said “I love you” to her. She love everything about him, there is nothing to hate. She can’t go a day without thinking about him. He makes her life happy everyday. Though they might be far away they know their love is strong. She hopes their love would last a long while. She hopes to thinks that he would agree. Their love is strong and she wants to say “I love you my love” ~~ You are like a dove flying above the heavens. Your beauty is like angel here I am spinning around your halo... Hypnotize by your eyes which made me realize what I was missing. Seeing you makes me cry don’t know why but without you I just die all my poems tells hows i feel, what i am thinking, what mood i am in.

Do these 3 poems say war is bad/worthless/stupid? WAR ERA: I live in a broken world, where war disturbs peace Where fire fogs the beauty, of the shining morning sea Battle feel upon my land, can’t tell when hell broke loose All I heard was singing, singing birds calling for truth Bombs and language cannot tare, this faithful town apart We do not listen to given orders, unless those told by the heart We worship no idol, but the God and the soul we share Our thoughts sin from innocence while war spurs and dares Yet we hock up arms together and mock those who lift a gun We need not say a word, but stand tall below the sun Casting our shadows, in our loyal bonding town Stomping our feet, creating a rhythm tunic sound We do not scare them with violence, never mind all the threats All we do is keep ourselves together, as we stand and lift our heads We go through this week by week, yet we call it not a waste But rather a ritual to keep this town, fluent with its pace Soon the men leave our town, by the simple look of a sinless face They hide there weapons and stares us down, but shrink in our gaze Though disturbed by unfinished war, we gather our peace Allow the families to flourish, and love forever seize. By: KARLA CEJA WAR War is death War is sin, War is cruel In war, nobody wins! Tanks are engines of destruction Bombs scatter the human body and soul, Guns pump you full of lead And knives cut out the heart within. The Anti-Christ , Hitler started the war He ruled Germany with an iron hand, He murdered Jews by the millions Along with Gyspies and many others from foreign lands. Sleeping on the cold, hard ground Those brave men were tired and ill, Water and food were scarce And their energy very low. Always remember the sacifices that they made The hardships they had to endure, The bravery of all the soldiers, alive and dead, So we can live in peace for evermore! By: Anthony Legge LIVE IN PEACE When lives are lost in a senseless war Bombing your foe won't even the score, When you kill innocent men, children and women All you are doing is condemning. The dear departed souls will not rest in peace Until all wars have been ceased, All the hatred and distrust must end If we are to live in peace again. By: Anthony Legge

My poems about Anorexia/Eating Disorders? If Only ORIGINAL PIECE If only, if only you knew the true me My disgusting soul that you can not see If only, if only you knew the true me How I feel, the pain and agony If only i could grow to love my reflection But because of my ****** up brain i can only seek perfection If only, if only you knew the true me If only you saw my suffering If only, if only you cared enough, to stop this endless torture before i self destruct if only, if only you weren't to late but now this monster has sealed my fate if only, if only i could rest in peace but this devil, ana, is forever with me. ______________________________________… Blind, Without Sight ORIGINAL how can you be so oblivious blind, without sight how can you not see my constant fight when you offer me food do i not turn it down when you ask me my calorie count do i not make a sound how can you be so oblivious blind, without sight how can you sleep at night knowing somethings not right do you care honestly, do you care because soon there will be nothing there i will have vanished into thin air thin the word it means so much but its an unrealistic goal, but you wouldnt know how can you be so oblivious blind, without sight tongiht is my last night you will never see me again because you were so oblivious my life has come to an end i wish you werent so oblivious blind, without sight but its time to go now nighty night.

My 2 poems about Anorexia/Eating Disorders, tell me what you think.? If Only ORIGINAL PIECE If only, if only you knew the true me My disgusting soul that you can not see If only, if only you knew the true me How I feel, the pain and agony If only i could grow to love my reflection But because of my fucked up brain i can only seek perfection If only, if only you knew the true me If only you saw my suffering If only, if only you cared enough, to stop this endless torture before i self destruct if only, if only you weren't to late but now this monster has sealed my fate if only, if only i could rest in peace but this devil, ana, is forever with me. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Blind, Without Sight ORIGINAL how can you be so oblivious blind, without sight how can you not see my constant fight when you offer me food do i not turn it down when you ask me my calorie count do i not make a sound how can you be so oblivious blind, without sight how can you sleep at night knowing somethings not right do you care honestly, do you care because soon there will be nothing there i will have vanished into thin air thin the word it means so much but its an unrealistic goal, but you wouldnt know how can you be so oblivious blind, without sight tongiht is my last night you will never see me again because you were so oblivious my life has come to an end i wish you werent so oblivious blind, without sight but its time to go now nighty night. Yes i do have an eating disorder:( thank you for the critiques. i really appreciate it. and sorry if i offended you by calling it ana. just what came to my head

im hopeing someone can help me find the rest of this poem? i found this poen but i dont remember where and it would mean so much to me if i can find the rest here is part of it this is to valued phone numbers that got lost in the washer, torn into a million little pieces. this is to sneaking out of the window in your room, careful not to hit the area around the floodlight. this is for unwanted help, and most needed attention; to the girls that put up away messages in hopes he'll understand, when really, he doesn't. this is to not only the guys being heartbreakers, but the girls as well. this is to those that try their hardest to play piano, but their fingers aren't long enough. this is to those that had their hearts ripped from their sleeves. this is to those that haven't been honored yet; to those that deserve it.his is to believing every lie. this is to being sick to my stomach just thinking about him loving someone else. this is to the pain i hold in every day. this is to the escape i thought i found in him. this is to those who live with a heart that has long since been broken. this is to those who live. this is to all the what ifs and to the wishes thatll never come true. this is to all the words you never said and to the ones we choke on. this is to holding your breath in that one perfect moment and being terrified that youll blink and itll all be gone. this is to when it is all gone and you feel like you have nothing left. this is to realizing that it wasnt your fault. and that theyre never. coming. back. this is to those who never got to say goodbye after saying something harsh before they left. this is to everything you thought once meant something and never did. this is to those who feel better aching than empty. this is to what didn't happen. this is to how i wish i'd never come that close to loving you. this is to knowing a relationship may or may not work out, but taking the leap anyway. this is to every tear you've wasted on people who never cared. this is to sitting and waiting for your phone to ring this is to being ignored. [this is to him knowing he's ignoring you.] this is to trying to being imperfectly perfect this is to finding him, and holding on tight. this is to the notes on your wall that you write to yourself. this is to the girl behind that smile. this is to the boy that nevers gets the girl. this is to those movies and magazines, the ones that make girls stop eatting, stop breathing..., stop caring. this is to wanting to speak the most honest words you've ever spoken in your life, not knowing whether they should bring you closer to living or dying. this is for all of us who cry with dry eyes. this is for those who fall in love in their dreams, and wake up only to wish to be sleeping again. this is to world peace. this is to not knowing this is to not wanting to know this is to losing a pregnancy you didn't want in the first place. and dying inside over it. this is to true love never ignited this is to prose and poetry and those with tender hearts this is to those who'll never get it... those who wonder where love starts. this is to that one person who think you're kindest, sweetest, smartest, and most beautiful person ever. this is to that one person who thinks you mean everything. this is to losing that one person. this is to loving him, but having to say no to him. this is to having him in your arms again, but knowing it won't last. this is to drunken make outs this is to those nights where you just can't sleep because every word they said to you replays, over and over. this is to those days when you just stay at home, because your heart is too weak to take in laughing. this is to those morning wake up calls he used to give you and the "sweet dreams" text messages before you fell asleep. this is to piggy back rides and cigerette smoke and those nights on the sidewalk where the two of you, were the two of you again...after so many years of changing. this is to him telling you secrets that no one is supposed to know this is to the girl that puts on his jacket when she's cold and this is to the guy that catches her smelling in his scent. this is to being his head rest and his hand to hold when he is drunk, and to being just another how's it going when he's sober. this is to letting go just as he starts to hold on this is to the boy who says, "no, i don't want to leave you out" and the way you find more meaning in it than there is. this is to all the friends in the spotlight and especially the one girl who isn't. this is to beautiful boys who are just beautiful friends. this is to your hands on the violin or cello or guitar or pen, and how beautiful they are. this is to the kid sitting in the corner away from the crowd because he doesn't "fit in" this is for that same kid that created the crowd in the first place this is to the ones that sit at home, lonely, hoping to find someone just like them. this is to the people who constantly want to bring you down because you were successful and they couldn't come close. this is to

How do you feel about random poems? -- Numbing blackness engulfs My mind, and I feel Nothing. Not the pain that once drove me Not the searing madness I once craved. All that I felt, Is numb. Now, I can rest in peace. Assured that I will feel nothing When I wake. -- Silence all around me Chaos never stopping And I scream. Pain all over me Tears never stopping And I scream. Blood all over me Sprinkling me with its bright color. And I laugh. Death all around me Breath shortens And I laugh. Screams all around me I stop breathing And I die. -- Smooth to the touch Like velvet upon my lips. An indescribable thing to my senses. Just one touch could drive me over the edge. Just one breath of her scent could be enough To last me a lifetime. Her lips red and fresh as a rose. Her eyes blue as the depth of the ocean. Her body carved from clay to model a goddess. But only one thing draws me to her. Skin.

what do you think of my poems? R.I.P: Rest in peace do it for me dont let dem take you down shh dont make a sound we'll get out before they shout that were gone You Broke Me: my love for you is no longer true im over you you cheated on me and know i see you arent the person i dreampt of you to be so now i have to say good bye till another day Nobodys here: As the sun comes up to brighten the days mine only get darker as the hours fade and everyones gone as im here by this pond wondering why these creatures, are the ones here nobody is here to hold me tight when im stuggling sometimes its a hard fight to win but even though nobodys here i hear people who love me talking in my ear When He: when he puts u down.....remember ur da 1 wit a future when he makes u wanna cry.......laugh it off,he wont expect it when he hits u.....threaten him,he dnt diserve 2 live when he says he luvs u....hit him & wlk away when he leave u.....smiles, he's not ur problem any more

Can you tell me what you think of this poem? I lost my best friend and God mother to my daughters 3 yrs ago so i wrote this poem what do you think of it? What is making me feel so angry again, why am i crying for something so much, it is hurting i dont like this feeling that i have inside of me. I'm missing something in my life and it will never be replaced i know, but is there no way i can be away from this sadness, this loss i so grieve. Why did you take her away from me when she was so important to me, my friend, has gone, gone forever and she will never come back to me. I dream of her, its like shes here, but when i wake i cry as she is not near. I want to hear her laughter, her kind tender words, but instead there is a silence and nothing to be heard. Goodbye my friend rest in peace, you will be in my mind always and forever, i love you.

What are your thoughts for this poem? With all the years we've spent together Time is running out I need to tell you something important Something that may tear us apart These words are yet unspoken and here I lay in my deathbed Once opon a time I was a tear stained child hiding in her closet but you saved me became a friend andhave stuck with me till the end My feelings for you have blossommed into something unusual feelings that can only be described in a few words Now i must make a decision now Time is running out Here you are beside me Waiting for my last breathes to cease but there is something i need to say Will i go on to the next world? Stuck between this world and the next. Because i have unfinished business. Will i go on lying in my earthy bed , tears dried to my face, because i never told you? Will i never rest in peace, because i was not brave enough to say those words? No. i must say them . Opening my mouth to speak,I tell you. Pouring my heart out. You stare at me in disbelief. Holding my hand till the end. Tears falling on face from yours. i whisper a good bye. Wishing i did not have to. You were there to wipe away my tears, to hold my hand. I'm sorry. Though now, I can rest in peace, knowing you loved me back. I draw my last breath, ready to go. Dying so young, but I will die, knowing you loved me. A smile lights my face,as I go. Goodbye my darling. yes i did.There are certain reasons i wrote it but i really would rather not talk about it.I'm not trying to be rude,but it stilll hurts.

This is one of my poems . . . . .critiquing welcomed? DREAMERS In that other world we at one time chose to leave, there is a release from these mortal lives of challenge a sweet rest; a well earned peace, and our hearts carry the eternal hope of returning to its redemption. The great mystery of our natures is that all the while our minds and bodies are eager to live these lives, our spirits are lonely and yearning for that other paradise. But perhaps we find a secret grace for our fragmented souls thru sleeping minds that slip easily beyond the shadowed veil, and briefly return us to our connectedness, our wholeness, where we are comforted and always welcomed as ‘the dreamers’ who are remembering their way back home. ...............Autumn Autumn is my name, just thought I'd clear that confusion up. Thanks all for your critique, guess this one kinda missed the mark.

TEMP ME and anyone else: How BAD is this poem? please comment!? The Cycle is never-ending, the anguish is eternal. The splinter-coated mantle a perpetual reminder of the Window's broken frame. The panes of glass are tarnished- they mirror imperfection, and every image distorted adds another layer of dust. The Window is flawed, its view impedimental; reflecting tranquility one day, imparting disorder the next. Encumbered by deficiency, The Cycle remains unbroken. An endless coil of inquietudes, affliction and disdain. A temporary rest, a fleeting sense of peace. For at this stage in the Cycle The Window is fine. But the frame is defective, its lumber is splintered- worn down by years of inclement weather. The storm on the horizon summons disaster; the Window is fragile and the downpour relentless. in the torrent of precipitation each pane of glass trembles, and the Window is engulfed by its tumultous flow. (*wait for details ---> the rest of the poem) Each glimpse of the Window triggers despair- for perfection is aelatory- and the tempest incessant; adding a multitude of fractures to an already imperfect frame. The winds are determined striking the surface with fury, until the tension eventually shatters the glass. Can the Cycle be broken? The Window repaired? The shell is fragile, but its reflection is thick. ok so seriously: how BAD is that poem? lol BE HONEST!!!!!!! is it terrible enough to make the cut? HA HA. seriously..... is absolutly HORRIBLE, isnt it? be honest!!! :) Dark Prince and Rylee's mom ... Really? wow. .... ok. ..... i thought it was horrible... but ok. thank you. funny, its actually not about a window; but i chose that immagery.... because it was raining the night i wrote it.(yrs ago) .... i thought it was crap, but thanks! .... ? temp me? why'd you delete your answer? i liked it! .........

A strange little poem that just popped out. Sad, does it work on any level.? "apocalypse" There is nothing left children dying trying to rest in peace war equals strength? Fire, wind and earth, a world of euphoria madness controls life a lie like no other. Freezing, getting tired, endless nights morning dawn calm before the silence. Music all night long, sadness never heard shadows and darkness just let me be.

Rate my poems? Thanks? It's been two years Since he said, "they're mine" It's been 24 months Since you sat next to him It's been 104 weeks Since he took his last breath It's been 731 days Since the Lord took him home It's been 17, 544 hours Since the atmosphere became lighter It's been 1,052,640 minutes Since he first rested in peace It's been 25,263,360 seconds Since the doctor said, "I'm sorry" Maybe you weren't counting But the Lord was And you know what? He's proud of you You've made it a long time It's been two years Okay this one's about my grandpa (step) that left us for the Father two years ago in March. I wrote the poem for my step-dad, for it was his father who passed away. "It's been two years since he said, "they're mine"" That was a big event. Papa was in the hospital and his memory was failing terribly and the doctor pointed to two of his daughters and asked, "can you tell me who they are?" and Papa looked at them for a moment, glancing back and forth and then, in a hoarse whisper said, "they're mine." He didn't know who they were but he knew they were his own. Everything I've learned Echoing in my head "Get off that line" "Don't read, react" Where I am is what I've earned Something to which my life has wed This is what I breathe, sleep, and dine And now I must perform the act The win was something which I've yearned In the colors white and red Hoping she'll give me a sign So my save will be exact Knots tied as my stomach churned "Players ready?" the ref said My raised arm felt like a vine And in no time she attacked All thoughts in my mind were spurned As her foot hit the ball like lead Her feet worked magic, but I couldn't move mine And I stood frozen in my tracks My mind was racing; nothing could be discerned I felt no better than dead Here I go, it's my time to shine As I heard the ball-net impact I sighed that sigh as my head turned I saw that sight of dread I made that infamous quiet whine While the ball sat comfortably net-backed That horrid sight, oh how it burned The pain in my teams' eyes I read I tried telling myself otherwise, but it wasn't fine ^^I can't think of a final like that follows the A B C D A B C D rhyming pattern. Help and rate. Criticism is welcome. Thanks so much!!

Rate my poems? Criticize please! Thanks!? It's been two years Since he said, "they're mine" It's been 24 months Since you sat next to him It's been 104 weeks Since he took his last breath It's been 731 days Since the Lord took him home It's been 17, 544 hours Since the atmosphere became lighter It's been 1,052,640 minutes Since he first rested in peace It's been 25,263,360 seconds Since the doctor said, "I'm sorry" Maybe you weren't counting But the Lord was And you know what? He's proud of you You've made it a long time It's been two years Okay this one's about my grandpa (step) that left us for the Father two years ago in March. I wrote the poem for my step-dad, for it was his father who passed away. "It's been two years since he said, "they're mine"" That was a big event. Papa was in the hospital and his memory was failing terribly and the doctor pointed to two of his daughters and asked, "can you tell me who they are?" and Papa looked at them for a moment, glancing back and forth and then, in a hoarse whisper said, "they're mine." He didn't know who they were but he knew they were his own. Everything I've learned Echoing in my head "Get off that line" "Don't read, react" Where I am is what I've earned Something to which my life has wed This is what I breathe, sleep, and dine And now I must perform the act The win was something which I've yearned In the colors white and red Hoping she'll give me a sign So my save will be exact Knots tied as my stomach churned "Players ready?" the ref said My raised arm felt like a vine And in no time she attacked All thoughts in my mind were spurned As her foot hit the ball like lead Her feet worked magic, but I couldn't move mine And I stood frozen in my tracks My mind was racing; nothing could be discerned I felt no better than dead Here I go, it's my time to shine As I heard the ball-net impact I sighed that sigh as my head turned I saw that sight of dread I made that infamous quiet whine While the ball sat comfortably net-backed That horrid sight, oh how it burned The pain in my teams' eyes I read I tried telling myself otherwise, but it wasn't fine ^^I can't think of a final like that follows the A B C D A B C D rhyming pattern. This is from the view of a goalie in the final penalty kick of a soccer match. Help and rate. Criticism is welcome. Thanks so much!!

Want To Read A Poem That Became An Epitaph? JUST FRIENDS Many of our friends automatically assumed we were lovers, and often I sensed their unjustified envy. So obvious were the bonds of intimacy we shared that even strangers assumed the same. And before the public we received the smiles that were reserved for lovers. And we were afforded understanding nods of encouragement or, at the least, approval. If the truth were made known - Yes, we had copulated a thousand times. Through the mind and the emotions the rapport we shared was an esthetic, creative and purely kindred experience that challenged all of the conceptions formulated by those who could not comprehend what we shared together. If the truth were made known - We had never made love because we were just friends. And because we were friends we were always in love. Rest in peace, my sweet friend. (Unique friendships are precious. Treasure them while you can, my friends.) There are epitaphs written that are meant to be read publicly and then there are those written just because ... and there are no set standard boundaries for length ... and there should be no set boundaries for the definitions of friendships. It became an epitaph by my changing certain words to past tense words. It was originally written in present tense form.

my bunny rabbit gone forever to die from a bite? my bunny just died today in front of me :( he was weezing and coufing and keep rolling around and hiting his head against his cage! :( i cant stop crying:( his name was sammy :( also we think he either got stung or bit by a bug :( he was ok this morning when we brought him out except for the bald stop on his back but them we let him rome AROUND OUR BACK YARD WHEN MY BRO TOOK HIM INto his cage is he was all funny like a discribed ! please tell me if you can give me a free bunny a brown hollenlop or a brown bunny with droopy ears also in memoery we buried him beside our baby peach tree :( rest in peace here is a poem for him . :( sammy had a bald spot on his back we let him rome around a garden where he played and froliced. we saw him lying in his cage had a wet face covered with vomit and a sad face he was dehigerated dry and so cold i saw him in his cage so sad. i came to kiss him to his grave and now he is dead in a shoe box benieth the cold ground i <3 u sammy

URGENT! Can someone analyze this poem with literary terms for me? Requiscat by Oscar Wilde. TREAD lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is at rest. Peace, peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it. like idenitfy the literary terms in it please!!!

A friend of mine has passed away very unexpectedly,He was so young only 29,We fell out and I feel terrible,? I would like to put a meaningfull poem on the flowers that I leave.If you know of asny nice ones that would be great,We were never lovers just friends so no lover poems please.Thank you for your ideas. And rest in peace Stephen Brooks.

I wrote this poem and i would like some feed back? Life and Death One Coming In One Coming Out To my beloved twin sister Shawna Nicole. Rest in peace. From the moment I took My first breath of life I Lose the only friend I know, My identical twin. Where am I? What is going on? What is happening to me? Where is my sister? Where am I going? People are poking at me, What is this sticking in my hand? I am scared out of my mind, Why are you hurting me? People are crying, People are praying for me, Why is everyone so sad? Am I going to be alright?

What do u think of this poem?? War of the Nations What is with all the violence? Doesn’t every country have a chance? To try and fix the wrong they’ve done Instead of fighting it with a gun So many people have died Making peace no one has tried We need to try and be friends And with each other’s wounds we’ll cleanse All the pain and suffering is getting too strong I’m not sure the innocent can hold on too long We are ripping families apart All the bullets are penetrating like live darts I believe in helping restore another place But all this confusion has caused us a wild goose chase No one remembers why we are fighting All the suicide bombers are now igniting They think all they need is a perfect race I don’t think that we will be able to change their ways They have taught their children that the thing to do is hate Change them now? No it’s way too late! rest of poem on details I wish they’d understand we are there to help But they are just worried about making another whelp They think if they kill all of our men That they are going to be repaid by Allah in the end Well God is not one for violence With every death you’ve made him wince He doesn’t like to see his people go through pain He doesn’t care how many casualties that you’ve gained In the end he will be the one to judge No matter how many you kill, his decision won’t budge Why can’t you see he loves each and everyone? Not about how many “unworthy” you’ve killed with your gun

Please rate this poem of mine? The Battlefield White skies flood with grayness graceful air begins to mature aggravated weather approaching rain drops turn erratic heavy rain turns hardcore, Blackness struck by electric purple neon strikes utter - bolts to the floor roof-tops thrown from houses wreckage littered empty streets battle field stories, memories of war, Gun shots replicated - bulleting decay fearless winds throw out disaster shrapnel flaring cast in mid-air to hide and seekers dismay, Trenches carved by uprooted trees groggy water cascading beneath soldiers lay proud with heroism among murky graves legendary soldiers, rest in peace, Its victorious. more of my poems at http://poetrysamateur.wordpress.com/ please comment

What do you think of this poem? I love free verse poetry and want to hear what others think. My Eyes Will Be Watching When we are apart, look to the sky, see, my eyes? See how they glitter? Like Argus, the never sleeping, they watch over you, until I can return to your side. They are your protection. Look to them, my love. They are my pledge and promise of eternal adoration. Go now, my one, and seek your bed, rest in peace. My eyes will be watching.

A tribute poem for my dad...RIP dad? My dad had just lost his battle his battle with cancer today...this poem is for you dad...rest in peace Heaven By: Adam M. Snow Heaven's calling, calling thee home; to a place of peace to where you never have to roam. Though life can be short here in the land; but soon you'll be in his hands. So come and walk the streets of gold so pure; for there's no more pains to endure. Though your time has come to enter the light; for there's nothing left for you to fight. Sure you'll be missed by all; but at least you did not fall. So rejoice; rejoice to Thee our Lord; for all the love that he has poured. For there are no more sadness or unpleasant thoughts; only joy and happiness for there are lots. So come and find peace at the heavenly seas; for it is easy for thee to be at ease. So come, come to the pearly white gate; and enter a land so beautiful and great. A land so pure and full of love; for you are in Heaven above.

I"m looking for a poem from a mother of a murdered daughter that explains how much i miss her and love her my daughter Heather age 22 was murdered may 17th 2006 and i was looking for a poem maybe of her resting in peace just something beautiful as she was so beautiful and i loved her so much:(

How did Bernie Mac impact your life? I wrote this to summarize the impact Bernie Mac, has on my life, and will continue to have on my life. Even though he has passed, and the ground he lays in should just be covered with dirt, I felt the need to express my honor for this African American Actor and Comedian. This isn't the best poem, not even that good, but I thought I would write one for him, like a close friend would. Thanks for reading this and answering my question above. Please feel free to show your own memories and love. In memory of Mr. Mac- I used to watch Bernie Mac, on his show with my brother while just kicking back. It wasn't my favorite show, but I watched it daily, just so I could know, that me and my brother were family. No other show could ever fancy its meaning, or ever be quite like it. It could be related to by all families here in the united. The comedy was cheerful, and very realistic. I hated the days, when I would miss it. Bernie Mac, was the proud father of the house. Although set in his ways, he always let his soft side come out. His bright white grin, was like no other. His chuckle deep, with exuberance it was smothered. He made every one around the TV lite up with a smile. His jokes were pleasant, and the effects lasted for quite awhile. He played the odd one out in "Charles's Angels" revised. The movie wouldn't have the same comic relief, without his buoyant presence that hypnotized. In many a movie he made an appearance, and all would gasp in subtle reverence. Bernie Mac, you entertained us Americans for so long, and it was nothing short than a tragedy when we found out you were gone. That you would never be able to entertain us with a new skit, a new joke again. To the memory of Berny Mac, the amazing comedian. The family man, the trend-setter for all fathers', the giver of a billion smiles, that took away those many bothers. The hero to those inspiring to be just as great as him, the time killer, who died way before what his time should have been. Your fans will miss you Mr. Mac, but we will not forget the way, you always, in our history, will act. Rest in peace, Mr. Bernie Mac writes this fan. You were a great black American man. (1977-2008) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PENqTm6haPA

Can you tell me what you think of this poem? I lost my best friend and God mother to my daughters 3 yrs ago so i wrote this poem what do you think of it? What is making me feel so angry again, why am i crying for something so much, it is hurting i dont like this feeling that i have inside of me. I'm missing something in my life and it will never be replaced i know, but is there no way i can be away from this sadness, this loss i so grieve. Why did you take her away from me when she was so important to me, my friend, has gone, gone forever and she will never come back to me. I dream of her, its like shes here, but when i wake i cry as she is not near. I want to hear her laughter, her kind tender words, but instead there is a silence and nothing to be heard. Goodbye my friend rest in peace, you will be in my mind always and forever, i love you.

Please help me people who are good with poems? REQUIESCAT by: Oscar Wilde READ lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is at rest. Peace, peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it. hey guys so do yall c any literay devices?? i cant... Please help mme :))

Poem about peace and nature. What do you think? Take a walk through the forbidden forest... Smell the crisp night-time air, inhale; exhale. Brilliant sensations sprint through my clay body, ready to be molded into an emotion filled capsule of nature. Miraculous trees around me sway, as if a form of persuasion, telling me to continue onward. I march lightly, carefully picking my paths without crushing to innocent, beautiful blossoms. Just beginning to bloom, releasing their perfect scent into the air. I brush my warm hand against the giant leaves of the Oak. Feel each vein running water to the tree, keeping it alive. Dew drips from the rain hours ago, falling to the small puddle on the ground. The crystal clear water reflects my image: imperfect, yet peaceful. The small blades of grass run through my hands gently, I feel alive. Continuing ever on, coming across an eccentric waterfall. The uncontaminated water flows over the edge of the life-covered cliff. Splashing in the inviting lake below. Small, smooth rocks line the edge, providing a flawless trail to the fresh water. I submerge slowly, taking in each precious second as my body is cleansed of immoral thoughts. As my head goes under, My hearing fades to a dull nothingness. Tranquility. My face rises once more above the surface, allowing me to breath the still refreshing air. I come to a mountain, towering over the rest of the world. place my hands upon it, take in its beauty, and my journey peacefully comes to an end as I rest on the boulder beside me, closing my eyes and taking in each piece of seamless purity, One… Last…. Time…. Normally I wouldnt let a stupid comment like yours bother me but "cliche"? haha. Not one of my lines were cliche in my poem. I find it humorous that you would even suggest that. You clearly don't write.

Similarities between these poems? 10 pts.? God Was Your Closest Friend by Randall Beers I knew you were hurting although you wouldn�t cry, And could see you were suffering, see the pain in your eye I wanted to comfort you, to hold you, be with you that day, You looked so helpless and frail while in bed you did lay. I watched as you shivered from a new pain, And wondered how I might have handled the same. I wanted to scream, to shout, and to yell, You said you were fine although your skin was so pale. I knew in my heart your time was near end, And wished I could take you, your body to mend. I knew that soon God would be your closest friend, You told me many times that�s how it would end. I stood there watching as each breath came slow, And fought to find courage, my emotions were low. I promised you when the time came that I�d not cry, You never saw my eyes wet, always they were dry. I held your hand as I silently said goodbye, And knew in my heart that soon you would die. I stroked your forehead and said how I loved you, You nodded and smiled and I knew that you knew. I no longer care, my tears I can�t hide, And as I stood there waiting for death by your side. I knew then that God was your closest friend, You had told me many times that�s how it would end. The other poem: No More Tears To Cry by Pamela a year and a half since that cold day in January yet I still remember it like it was yesterday (I guess to me it always will be ) rain poured down as if it desperately needed to rid itself of all moisture as if the clouds felt that they had to ring out all the water that night that very night or else the world would come to a drastic end to me that "end" seemed to come anyway the streets were pools of water cars spinning out of control she never had a chance to grow up fifteen she was merely fifteen too young to experience life on her own yet too old to have it spoon-fed to her she wanted to be independent a rebel she wanted to say that she had done it without her parents ever knowing but they found out 2:00 AM knock on the door "I'm sorry ma'am" was the first words out of his mouth "your daughter was killed tonight in a car accident" the world came to a halting stop and yet the room still managed to continue to spin "you don't know what you are talking about" "my baby . . . my baby, she's upstairs sleeping" frantically she ran up the stairs she was gone no where to be found its over she was identified it was really her a best friend to so many . . . her life stolen away I heard the next day full of disbelief I acted as if I never heard the words "lies . . . our school is so full of lies . . . its only a nasty rumor, you know how that is" was my reply to the news that soon became a reality to me shortly after I saw her lying . . . still no movement although I could have sworn that at any moment she was just going to rise up out of the baby blue bed that she rested in and bring peace to a room full of grief it didn't even look like her it wasn't her too long I glared at her questions running through my mind like a freight train at a speed to fast to comprehend "God, she was just a child. How could a life so young, be stolen so quickly? " no reply I got infuriated with Him she was a good kid just made a few bad choices I never thought they were severe enough to be punishable by death the next day as I witnessed the casket that held the breathless body of my dear friend be lowered into the earth tears poured down my cheeks like rain out of heaven it was so cold that day I could feel the salty droplets dry hard on my face fifteen degrees I wondered for so long about the life of my friend I pondered this question so many times why shall the innocent die, while the murderers run free? how come she never got to fulfill the "perfect" plan that we are all promised? it has taken me this year and a half to understand the loss of my friend it has taken me this long to realize that her plan was played out it is all summed up in this one word that often brings shutters to the bones of so many "lessons" her death was a lesson to all that she left behind life is fragile there is no way that we can control who lives and dies all we can do is have faith that we will get through it good and bad are obvious and sometimes not so obvious right and wrong choices can determine life or death so it's time for us to wake up mourn no more for time will heal our broken hearts and one day there will be no more tears to cry 10 points guaranteed

What do you think of this poem? Please do not read if you find poetry,peace, and good wishes offensive.? I sat to write a letter To express the way I feel Too much I could not say, Some imagined and all real. Life is a wonderous mystery. A gift that sometimes brings pain. That we all will one day lose It will not come again. Today is simply now Tomorrow is as yet a dream We only get this moment The rest is as yet unseen. So regardless of your beliefs Live it to it's fullest measure. Enjoy all that you have It is the deepest treasure. Friends, family, strangers, Some we will never meet. But all of us walk together. Down this journeys street

need the rest of the words to poem "Doughboy of mine you've done your duty well? peace is thine you've crossed that living hell Upon your thresh hold you stand"

are my poems any good? here a few of my poems i wrote. i need feed back and opinions. first one-"the princess and her prince"-She wanders alone in the night. Wishing to find her handsome prince. She searches for hours but he is nowhere in sight. She longs to get her true loves kiss. She runs through the trees. She explores the beach. He isnt in his castle so where could he be? Maybe he is too far out of reach. Sad and hurt she goes back home. When she arrives to her castle she sees the prince by her gate. She tells him"I searched the island for you but you were here all along, i should of known" she smiles and tears fill her eyes. The princess finally found her soul mate. Then they kiss and live happily ever after for the rest of thier lives. 2nd -"my angel"- a tear drops from my eye, cold and clear like the winter sky. i wander the gravelled path alone. wandering into the unknown. my sadness engulfes me. i feel so weak. my soul is worn out. i try to speak but nothing comes out of my mouth. i try to walk but i collaspe from pain. im laying here on the ground and it starts to rain. im getting soaked and im going insane. will someone please help me i pray? finally i hear someone whisper "its going to be okay" i am lifted into big arms and i sigh with relief. then i look up at his face and cant believe what i see. its my angel that has come to rescue me. im happy at last. he healed my broken heart. im no longer hurt because he has set me free. -3rd poem-"forever"- baby, do you think of me when your alone? all you have to do is pick up the phone. and i will be there. just show me that you care. love is not a two way street. its a one lane road cant you cant you see? why wont you follow your heart? why dont you give me a sign or is that too hard? when you close your eyes am i in your dreams? im your princess longing to be your queen. make my wishes come true. there is nothing that i wouldnt do for you. our love is like a rainbow in the sky. something so beautiful words cant describe. its like magic when we touch. the firey passion i cant get enough. so why wont you tell me you love me? my heart is aching for you not to leave. my mind is twirling with confusion. i pray my fear is just a delusion. i need an answer now. take me into your arms and erase my doubts. tell me are you forever mine? will you love me for eternity or will i be denied? we will be together always i hope. please i need to know. you have the key. will you unlock the door and set me free. how long do i have to wait? im wondering what you will say. i look above and wish on a star. i wish our love will never part. suddenly i feel a breeze. and i look to find you behind me. im exicted you finally came. i hear a boom and i feel rain splash on my face. i dont know what to say im just amazed. i didnt think you'd come. as you pull me close you whiper that im the one. our lips meet and i feel a spark of heat. as you embrace me im finally at peace. our love is stronger than ever. now i finally know that your truly mine forever. 4th-"will you ever know"-what would you say if i said i love you? would you run away? or say i always wanted you to be my baby? would you hold me in your arms? or shove me very far? would you look me in the eyes and say im beautiful? or look at me pitiful? will i ever tell you how i feel? that the love i have for you is real? will you ever know? or will my love for you go untold? i hope that we can be together one day. if only there was a way. my heart belongs to you. if only you knew.5th-"will i ever"-i'm looking at the moon and the stars, wondering where you are. will i ever meet you? or is it just a silly fanasty dream that will never come true? will you ever get the chance to be with me? or am i just delusional thinking what will never be? i wish so bad that we are together one day. when its raining i think of you with a hopeful smile on my face. and then other times tears fill my eyes knowing what might never happen to me. i feel like im going crazy. not knowing makes me upset. but then i make myself snap out of it. i dont know, who's to say, maybe it will, and the time hasn't just came yet. 6th-"lonely soul"-tears fall down my face, i will never know true love. my heart is a empty place. i used to care about finding the right one. but now i feel so cold and alone. i used to wish upon the stars that i will find my soul mate. but now all i feel is hate. my heart was once filled with love and joy. but its been broken like a toy. i will protect myself. i will not look anymore. i used to dream of being with that special someone. i'd think of them and my heart would melt. now my heart has hardened and turned to stone. now i will be just another lonely soul. 7th-"spark of eternity"-when you pull me close i gasp and get excited. and when our hands touch i feel this spark that runs through my body and a flame has iginited. i'm looking into your beautiful eyes and i just don't know what to say. as our lips me i know i put too much so my last poems are cut off. i copied from myspace page and didnt edit them on here. so if you want to read it in neat paragraphs and the rest of them here is my link- copy n paste it-http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=235514139

Two little poems... need opinions? I have to recite a poem in English class... but I can't choose which one. I'm just curious as to what your opinion of each one is. The first is Snowflake by William Baer. Timing’s everything. The vapor rises high in the sky, tossing to and fro, then freezes, suddenly, and crystalizes into a perfect flake of miraculous snow. For countless miles, drifting east above the world, whirling about in a swirling free- for-all, appearing aimless, just like love, but sensing, seeking out, its destiny. Falling to where the two young skaters stand, hand in hand, then flips and dips and whips itself about to ever-so-gently land, a miracle, across her unkissed lips: as he blocks the wind raging from the south, leaning forward to kiss her lovely mouth. The second is The Orange by Wendy Cope. At lunchtime I bought a huge orange The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I had a half. And that orange it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park This is peace and contentment. It’s new. The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all my jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I’m glad I exist. Which one do you like better?? :)

What do you think of these poems for Twilight/New Moon? This one is for Twilight: Night by: B. Hittle As the sun sets And darkness envelopes the world The stars come out And the moon shines bright A quiet thought Brings peace of mind For this isn't my time But rather his time As I settle down to rest And the shadows creep around me I can no longer see But he can I know he loves me I know I am safe Cradled by him I breathe in the sweet coolness And drift off to sleep Eager to dream This one is for New Moon: The Breakup by: B. Hittle There you are Smiling at me Taking my breath away Gazing at me With beautiful, sparkling eyes Telling me you love me But slowly Your smile begins to fade And with it So do you Slipping out of my grasp Leaving me Breaking my heart And taking just a piece Of what belongs to you Leaving me broken Incomplete And alone What do you think of my poems? What do you like/dislike about them? Do you think they fit the books? Is there anything I should change? Thanks for your opinion

wat do you think of these poems i wrote? The Room Through the daze of the world around she found sanity in a room unbound the four walls conveyed it all and broke her emotional fall she searched the room with mortal hands but only found a no-mans-land although she found no presence of others she stayed calm in search of another then panic and fright soon filled her heart and she knew she was falling apart though this void shielded her emotions in her mind it caused great commotion it sapped her strength with no remorse and she died there with unbelievable force A Shell On A Beach It laid there screaming out though no one heard its awkward shots it laid there all alone deep in the sand monotoned screaming higher as children ran by unable to contact he let out a sigh the there came a gushing sound the water hit him spinning him around a lonely shell lost on the beach speaking the unspeakable speech as he sat alone in the sand he felt the touch of someones hand he looked up to find the man but all he saw was a wrist band to his surprise it was a boy staring at him with unimaginable joy the boy shrieked and grasped the shell then ran home ending this tale Love Sand Along the beach he grasped her hand to let her know where his love stands on her lips he placed a gentle kiss and help her cheek as not to miss she help him tightly never letting go while above the starts started to glow he lay there with her deep within the sand forever more he will be her man Because Of Her I cry every night as i feel peoples spite their screams are in my head as it repeats what they said i cannot bear this burden alone that's why she changed my tone she made me happy like never before and everyday i love her more for what she's done I'll never forget she's not something I'll ever regret the sadness i use to feel with her it's no longer real Help In Math Math a subject of trial and error even though it fills students with terror with equations, lines, numbers, and shapes it seems to have a regrettable fate but do not fear the problems in that book think of answers and let them cook your mind will wander in and out of class while the numbers begin to mass but do not stagger look at it right and you'll be doing your math homework tonight My Solemn Plea! give me life lord of lords find my peace lord of lords rest my soul lord of lords ease my mind lord of lords cure my sickness lord of lords plunge my darkness lord of lords take this abyss that i dwell give me hope as i hear their wails take my soul keep it from harm and keep me in your loving arms find myself in some land and guide your unseen hand give me hope lord of lords find myself lord of lords rest my thoughts lord of lords ease my hunger lord of lords cure my wounds lord of lords plunge my fears lord of lords show me life in this hole so my light will show in my soul help my thoughts not go astray and please don't let them be dismayed give me love from your heart i plead don't let me fall apart give me love lord of lords find my soul lord of lords rest my body lord of lords ease my pains lord of lords cure my aliments lord of lords plunge my sins lord of lords rite my name in your book keep my life off his hook satan's temptations i often bear he makes it seem like no one cares but i know he is wrong and forever I'll sing your songs you gave me life lord of lords you found my peace of lord of lords you rested my soul lord of lords you eased my mind lord of lords you cured my sickness lord of lords and plunged my darkness lord of lords

Wat do yall think of my poems? The Room Through the daze of the world around she found sanity in a room unbound the four walls conveyed it all and broke her emotional fall she searched the room with mortal hands but only found a no-mans-land although she found no presence of others she stayed calm in search of another then panic and fright soon filled her heart and she knew she was falling apart though this void shielded her emotions in her mind it caused great commotion it sapped her strength with no remorse and she died there with unbelievable force A Shell On A Beach It laid there screaming out though no one heard its awkward shots it laid there all alone deep in the sand monotoned screaming higher as children ran by unable to contact he let out a sigh the there came a gushing sound the water hit him spinning him around a lonely shell lost on the beach speaking the unspeakable speech as he sat alone in the sand he felt the touch of someones hand he looked up to find the man but all he saw was a wrist band to his surprise it was a boy staring at him with unimaginable joy the boy shrieked and grasped the shell then ran home ending this tale Love Sand Along the beach he grasped her hand to let her know where his love stands on her lips he placed a gentle kiss and help her cheek as not to miss she help him tightly never letting go while above the starts started to glow he lay there with her deep within the sand forever more he will be her man Because Of Her I cry every night as i feel peoples spite their screams are in my head as it repeats what they said i cannot bear this burden alone that's why she changed my tone she made me happy like never before and everyday i love her more for what she's done I'll never forget she's not something I'll ever regret the sadness i use to feel with her it's no longer real Help In Math Math a subject of trial and error even though it fills students with terror with equations, lines, numbers, and shapes it seems to have a regrettable fate but do not fear the problems in that book think of answers and let them cook your mind will wander in and out of class while the numbers begin to mass but do not stagger look at it right and you'll be doing your math homework tonight My Solemn Plea! give me life lord of lords find my peace lord of lords rest my soul lord of lords ease my mind lord of lords cure my sickness lord of lords plunge my darkness lord of lords take this abyss that i dwell give me hope as i hear their wails take my soul keep it from harm and keep me in your loving arms find myself in some land and guide your unseen hand give me hope lord of lords find myself lord of lords rest my thoughts lord of lords ease my hunger lord of lords cure my wounds lord of lords plunge my fears lord of lords show me life in this hole so my light will show in my soul help my thoughts not go astray and please don't let them be dismayed give me love from your heart i plead don't let me fall apart give me love lord of lords find my soul lord of lords rest my body lord of lords ease my pains lord of lords cure my aliments lord of lords plunge my sins lord of lords rite my name in your book keep my life off his hook satan's temptations i often bear he makes it seem like no one cares but i know he is wrong and forever I'll sing your songs you gave me life lord of lords you found my peace of lord of lords you rested my soul lord of lords you eased my mind lord of lords you cured my sickness lord of lords and plunged my darkness lord of lords

What do yall think of my poems i have alot more and ima start posting one everyday? The Room Through the daze of the world around she found sanity in a room unbound the four walls conveyed it all and broke her emotional fall she searched the room with mortal hands but only found a no-mans-land although she found no presence of others she stayed calm in search of another then panic and fright soon filled her heart and she knew she was falling apart though this void shielded her emotions in her mind it caused great commotion it sapped her strength with no remorse and she died there with unbelievable force A Shell On A Beach It laid there screaming out though no one heard its awkward shots it laid there all alone deep in the sand monotoned screaming higher as children ran by unable to contact he let out a sigh the there came a gushing sound the water hit him spinning him around a lonely shell lost on the beach speaking the unspeakable speech as he sat alone in the sand he felt the touch of someones hand he looked up to find the man but all he saw was a wrist band to his surprise it was a boy staring at him with unimaginable joy the boy shrieked and grasped the shell then ran home ending this tale Love Sand Along the beach he grasped her hand to let her know where his love stands on her lips he placed a gentle kiss and help her cheek as not to miss she help him tightly never letting go while above the starts started to glow he lay there with her deep within the sand forever more he will be her man Because Of Her I cry every night as i feel peoples spite their screams are in my head as it repeats what they said i cannot bear this burden alone that's why she changed my tone she made me happy like never before and everyday i love her more for what she's done I'll never forget she's not something I'll ever regret the sadness i use to feel with her it's no longer real Help In Math Math a subject of trial and error even though it fills students with terror with equations, lines, numbers, and shapes it seems to have a regrettable fate but do not fear the problems in that book think of answers and let them cook your mind will wander in and out of class while the numbers begin to mass but do not stagger look at it right and you'll be doing your math homework tonight My Solemn Plea! give me life lord of lords find my peace lord of lords rest my soul lord of lords ease my mind lord of lords cure my sickness lord of lords plunge my darkness lord of lords take this abyss that i dwell give me hope as i hear their wails take my soul keep it from harm and keep me in your loving arms find myself in some land and guide your unseen hand give me hope lord of lords find myself lord of lords rest my thoughts lord of lords ease my hunger lord of lords cure my wounds lord of lords plunge my fears lord of lords show me life in this hole so my light will show in my soul help my thoughts not go astray and please don't let them be dismayed give me love from your heart i plead don't let me fall apart give me love lord of lords find my soul lord of lords rest my body lord of lords ease my pains lord of lords cure my aliments lord of lords plunge my sins lord of lords rite my name in your book keep my life off his hook satan's temptations i often bear he makes it seem like no one cares but i know he is wrong and forever I'll sing your songs you gave me life lord of lords you found my peace of lord of lords you rested my soul lord of lords you eased my mind lord of lords you cured my sickness lord of lords and plunged my darkness lord of lords

My newest poem, for people who enjoy beat poetry and long poems with no real structure.? I had to put that little warning above, sorry! If you don't like this poem, (and it is a poem), then please say so respectfully. Thank you! Peace! I am no longer proud of what mankind produces Which is greed And other capitalistic ideals. I am not trying to sound so proud, I am only trying to express a certain stream of consciousness And is that so wrong? I’ll admit, while I profess to be a back-beat laid back cat I am obviously not. The true cats are the ones who swing through the barren night With bloody eyes fixed On the hole in the wall Playing Be-Bop in a 21st-century Volkswagen And drinking thriving on the dying coastal scene Because these beings are not of their time Only young hipsters and long hairs Living times long gone And strangely, revitalized. And I have seen the man who reads poetry written by Bukowski, In the Golden Gates of the Park Nearby the hip corner that has been established as “hip” By decades of fascination and indifference, With the wind whipping away the narcotics of his youth, Which he left behind once he turned eighteen And is now glared and disliked as an adult By the privileged few. And I have witnessed political beatings, They say it’s a moment for the history books, But I know it’s a flawed kind of history Written down by historians with the private agenda, Which is handed down to them from the wispy black haze That currently permeates Capitol Hill With tanks and other armoured machines lining the cracking boulevards, With scared and hungry skeleton thin waifs, Who moan and scream out against this addictive warfare On the poverty class of the current decade Which has been a sorry decade to date, With another Reichstag fire on our soil And whipped up soiled religious posers Who cloud the common man’s thought with lies and rules as to how they should fuck. It’s really no business of mine, That’s what I have been told, But everyone else seems to be unaware of the naked families Living the back streets and black rooted ghetto, For there is where high brotherhood has stood the test of time, To pull back the narcotic crazy raving madmen Who sit in rooms of silver, And sing softly of better things, While innocent men are being beaten and stripped for show In the haunted hellish bay of the Governmental Unknown. But I have travelled to New Mexico, Where shamans in blue topaz and emerald foreheads Salute the people Karma blesses with long life and fewer headaches, And in the other rooms, Are the peyote kings of the desert scene, Who rave and cry out in their dreams induced by the smoke That has permeated the room in an opium drenched haze That leaves even the most resistant man Twitching in spasms while tripping wistfully with his buddies Benny and Mop, Who are understanding mad cats indeed. And when their thought provoking senses begin to burn low, The shaman simply lights the night away, In a way even coastal cats can’t comprehend. And I have journeyed to the barrios in Mexico City, And met many fine women in their golden rooms of seduction, Whilst meeting heavily jaded men in suits and ties Who fan themselves while waiting in line, Casually glancing at their watches, While their hearts are racing Knowing full well they’ve got a nice wife at home. And poor bearded fools who drive wildly, Screaming Spanish at passer-by’s, and the high-heeled chica Who has run away from an abusive home Heavily painting her face, To hide from the rest of the world. Where have you gone America? I challenge you to insight! Where are your children? They are typing and clicking away, In this post-tech boom world. And I am one of them.

Please i need comments. Are my poems good? Should i continue writing? The sky is but vibrance above our head It hovers there peacefully over lives We think were safe until were dead And then its just a window poised in time Grass on which we play will be our graves The bright sounds swagger with the rest But will overcome the chaos and be saved The animosity in all will be our calling No one can ponder that we are alive When light can no longer reach our eyes We stumble in darkness alone and hide Knowing one day we will be gone ______________________________ My eyes are worn with the tears of strangers I look out upon my world with desperation We are blind to the problems of the past On this ride of life, locked in repetition The world is in turmoil And for what? They say peace Forget that The blood of young men cannot cure us Give youth the reins We have a mind and you will see A world of "freedom" and "liberty" ___________________________ Standing on this earth with nothing Barren souls sweep the sand Searching for their lost hearts The grains flow through my hand We all are born We all light a fire of hope But it flickers and dies As we hang from the ropes I should live life with respect and poise Life is a wing until we have fallen. From my place I make my stand I take this sand of souls forgotten ___________________________ Here is a collection of poems I have written over the past week. They took me all of about 5 minutes each. I just write sometimes to get out what I feel. I'm not out to be a poet, it's just a way I get my feelings out. I am by no means depressed. I am a very happy, optimistic person. But anyone who has experienced life knows it has its dark side. That is where my poetry comes from. Thats all.

What do you think of this poem I wrote? "As the Sun Sets"? Please answer honestly, all answers are welcome as long as they are constructive criticism, thanks to all who answer truthfully and try to give suggestions to improve my poem: As the Sun sets: our carefree Laughter rings clear in the air As the Sun sets: we Forget our fights and troubles of yesterday As the Sun sets: no one cares that tomorrow Reality will come crashing down As the Sun sets: our Happiness is our only matter As the Sun sets: my mind rest in the Peace of the end of another day

Another poem! What do you think about this poem? What does it mean, is it sad, happy etc?? I know a place not far away Where all the dreams have gone astray; Where dreamers are left without hope Where there’s no way for them to cope With the sad lives they live each day; Where alls quiet like the sorrows For the people in the hollows; In these hollows where they shall rest In peace; life’s no longer a test. In this here place not far away; Where all their dreams are not astray Where dreamers are revived with hope Where there’s a way for them to cope; The sad, sad lives they see each day.

has anyone heard of this poem id like to know the rest of it? abu ben haddem may his tribe increase awoke one night from a deep dream of peace..

Anyone care to comment or critique this poem for me? Remains Tearing at my mind; Shards of the past Sharp Cold as ice, pierce The darkness where Slumber’s ship sails On without me. Holding yesterday’s flowers They come shrouded, Ushers to thoughts of Things long Buried and forgotten. Old vampires come To suck away What little remains of The night and a soul Seeking only peace and rest.

DO YOU LIKE THESE POEMS/WRITING? I'm 18, and i've been writing since I was 15. I've collected my own writing for 130 writings. more than that. this is just a few of it. good bad? i dont know. and these are my recent ones. be supportive please. How Could You Forget - zaruls Do you still remember, When we were having fun. Do you still remember, When we were sitting facing sun. Do you still remember, When I was driving here and there. Do you still remember, When you say you'd be there. Do you still remember, To the dream we shared. Do you still remember, When I say that I'd dare. Do you still remember, All the plans we had, Do you still remember, When you said that you cared. Do you still remember, When I said you were the best. Do you still remember, When I said you beaten the rest. Do you still remember, To the things we laughed. Do you still remember, That you were the one I loved. How could you forget. Take a Good Look - zarul's Take a good look at my face, You know that you are my grace. No one's going to take your place, Only you for my nights and days. Take a good look at yourself, You know that you are all I have. No one's going to take my heart, Only you for my portion and part. Take a good look at us, You know that we are all we got. No one's going to take our life, Only you and I to be man and wife. This Is My... - zarul's poem This is my love I will try to give, Please say that you will never leave. I just want to be one thing that is true, I just don't want to give up on you. This is my trust I will try to believe, Please don't ever doubt me to leave. I just want to be one thing that is pure, I just don't want to fail up on you. This is MYSELF I will try to show, Please say that you will never go. I just want to be one thing you love, I just don't want to be apart from you. For My Girlfriend - Zarul's Thanks for spending time with me, Thanks for showing me that you love me. Without you I guess I'll be nothing. Without you I guess I'll be shivering. Can you find me when I'm lonely, Can you feed me when I'm hungry. Can you say to me that you love me, Can you say to me that you need me. I want you to know that I'm your man, I want you to know that you are my bestfriend. Stick with me until the very end, Stick with me until the day's end. I love you Jazzy, And I will always be. I will be fine. As long that you are mine. Zarul. For The Love That Has Died - zarul's See I can't take these all, The fire's burning inside my skull. So I'll leave you before you know, It's the time for me to go. See I won't hear your call, Please don't call me when you fall. I won't be there for you, I don't have time to argue. Tonight please don't you cry, For the love that has died. I believe there's someone you can rely, But for me, it's a time for goodbye.. Selfish Eh? - zaruls Me.. I've been falling in love with someone, Someone that I wish to be the one. We spent most of our time together, Like I really need her for forever. But she.. She is someone's girlfriend, And I'm only a friend not The Man. This thing is really hard to tell, I don't now how to put the spell. And she.. She always talk about him, And I pretend that I was listening. I just had to put a happy face, But in my mind "I'm in a race." But why.. Why wouldn't she let him go, Well I'm really hoping she to do so. John Lennon - zarul's I know that you were killed, But please listen to my will. I want you to hear to my word, And please don't misheard. I would like to thank you, For giving us something new, Like peace, love and hope, For untied us from the rope. I love you so much, I miss you so much, I miss the Beatles, I miss you Lennon. Please let us be one again, Not apart by religions or races. I miss you John Lennon. You Don't Believe Me? -zaruls You don't believe me, Why can't you trust me, I am all here as you can see, I am all here for you and me. You don't believe me, Why can't you trust me, Please open up your mind, Try to search what you can find. You still don't believe me? How come you can't trust me, I had to agree it's hard to believe me, I know that you don't believe in me. But if you still think that this is too good to be true, I'm guessing that there will be no me and you. I know that you don't believe me. When I Die - zaruls He sounds so exile to die, He has lost the will to live. When every night he had to cry, To a girl he can't say goodbye. The nights become so isolated. The days become so lonesome, From completeness to disorderly, That is what he had become. There's nothing much left, He wonder where she is. For the words that kept inside, Waiting for it's describe. "When I die, will I be the happiest guy to meet you." OKAY TOO MANY "zzzZZZzzzzZZ" To Quality: haha thanks for the support!

Bad is it? yeah, my poems or writings.? I'm 18, and i've been writing since I was 15. I've collected my own writing for 130 writings. more than that. this is just a few of it. good bad? i dont know. and these are my recent ones. be supportive please. How Could You Forget - zaruls Do you still remember, When we were having fun. Do you still remember, When we were sitting facing sun. Do you still remember, When I was driving here and there. Do you still remember, When you say you'd be there. Do you still remember, To the dream we shared. Do you still remember, When I say that I'd dare. Do you still remember, All the plans we had, Do you still remember, When you said that you cared. Do you still remember, When I said you were the best. Do you still remember, When I said you beaten the rest. Do you still remember, To the things we laughed. Do you still remember, That you were the one I loved. How could you forget. Take a Good Look - zarul's Take a good look at my face, You know that you are my grace. No one's going to take your place, Only you for my nights and days. Take a good look at yourself, You know that you are all I have. No one's going to take my heart, Only you for my portion and part. Take a good look at us, You know that we are all we got. No one's going to take our life, Only you and I to be man and wife. This Is My... - zarul's poem This is my love I will try to give, Please say that you will never leave. I just want to be one thing that is true, I just don't want to give up on you. This is my trust I will try to believe, Please don't ever doubt me to leave. I just want to be one thing that is pure, I just don't want to fail up on you. This is MYSELF I will try to show, Please say that you will never go. I just want to be one thing you love, I just don't want to be apart from you. For My Girlfriend - Zarul's Thanks for spending time with me, Thanks for showing me that you love me. Without you I guess I'll be nothing. Without you I guess I'll be shivering. Can you find me when I'm lonely, Can you feed me when I'm hungry. Can you say to me that you love me, Can you say to me that you need me. I want you to know that I'm your man, I want you to know that you are my bestfriend. Stick with me until the very end, Stick with me until the day's end. I love you Jazzy, And I will always be. I will be fine. As long that you are mine. Zarul. For The Love That Has Died - zarul's See I can't take these all, The fire's burning inside my skull. So I'll leave you before you know, It's the time for me to go. See I won't hear your call, Please don't call me when you fall. I won't be there for you, I don't have time to argue. Tonight please don't you cry, For the love that has died. I believe there's someone you can rely, But for me, it's a time for goodbye.. Selfish Eh? - zaruls Me.. I've been falling in love with someone, Someone that I wish to be the one. We spent most of our time together, Like I really need her for forever. But she.. She is someone's girlfriend, And I'm only a friend not The Man. This thing is really hard to tell, I don't now how to put the spell. And she.. She always talk about him, And I pretend that I was listening. I just had to put a happy face, But in my mind "I'm in a race." But why.. Why wouldn't she let him go, Well I'm really hoping she to do so. John Lennon - zarul's I know that you were killed, But please listen to my will. I want you to hear to my word, And please don't misheard. I would like to thank you, For giving us something new, Like peace, love and hope, For untied us from the rope. I love you so much, I miss you so much, I miss the Beatles, I miss you Lennon. Please let us be one again, Not apart by religions or races. I miss you John Lennon. You Don't Believe Me? -zaruls You don't believe me, Why can't you trust me, I am all here as you can see, I am all here for you and me. You don't believe me, Why can't you trust me, Please open up your mind, Try to search what you can find. You still don't believe me? How come you can't trust me, I had to agree it's hard to believe me, I know that you don't believe in me. But if you still think that this is too good to be true, I'm guessing that there will be no me and you. I know that you don't believe me. When I Die - zaruls He sounds so exile to die, He has lost the will to live. When every night he had to cry, To a girl he can't say goodbye. The nights become so isolated. The days become so lonesome, From completeness to disorderly, That is what he had become. There's nothing much left, He wonder where she is. For the words that kept inside, Waiting for it's describe. "When I die, will I be the happiest guy to meet you." OKAY TOO MANY "zzzZZZzzzzZZ" to: hazza, yeah, thats what my friends told me. my aunty and mom. but i feel like, a bit shame of my artworks. but you made my day. thank youu! :) To Kenny B: yes teacher! lol. anyway, thanks for the advise, mine are like commercial eh? so thats why some people dislike it. but thanks for the support, i'm young, and still got much more to learn, from you. lol.

Figurative language like metaphor,simile,or personification or other in this poem what is it? Monk seals, eagles, doves Symbols of rest, soar and peace First Nations' legend

This is a quickly written poem just to see if I still had the ability to write poetry. What do think? I just don't have it inside me, To dive so deep into me. To find what's left of me, And see the pieces you left of me. Leave my heart. Leave my head. Leave my memory. Leave the rest of me. I just don't have it in me, To give anymore to you. Leave me now. Allow peace to be with me.

Critique these Poems Please!!!? Got 2 for you to analyze: 1. Comfort To Confide (Revised Edition) 2. Immortal reflection (1st write, minor editing) P.S If you have seen these before, don't worry; I am the same publisher, I just needed a new account because I was spammed 1. ~Comfort To Confide~ ‘To all those who are the minority, this is for you.’ You lost me, the world has lost me Forgotten. Forsaken, I am the rejected Doomed to die alone, a tribute to nothing Entangled and ensnared by tendrils of darkness Shrouded by an icy mist of despair, I weep My one faint flicker of hope through the haze Death has not neglected me In its loving embrace i reside Comforted, to rest my weary soul Now at peace, I lie still in the darkness It envelops me, covering my being like a pure sheet No longer visible, to the world that never cared... ______________________________________________ 2. ~Immortal Reflection~ I look in to your eyes Staring through the flesh of humanity To the firestorm raging within your soul The demons are stirring Awakening from their slumber Their persecution far from forgotten Laying dormant for centuries Their rage envelops Torment through the shadows Endless screams through the dark abyss The light is fading fast All is descending into darkness Purity once reigned imperial But no longer When I look in your eyes (Break, possibly more stanzas) These are the visions I see Distant memories made manifest The self is gone Born to a new creation These are the sings I see When I stare through my reflection ____________________________________ So, what do you think, feel free to be honest. All input is appreciated.

What do you think of my poems - War/The Sea/Women? War Burning Distressing Hurting Pricking Stinging Affliction Torment Calmness Rest Loving Hushing Lulling Contenting Quieting Peace The Sea I stand above the Sea I watch the clouds race past me In the sky I see Mystery lays in wait in the crashing waves below It just goes to show What we do not know About the sea below me Dare I stop to see? Women Women are like roses When ignored She closes And dies The bud is young and tight Soon and ready to take flight To become a young blossom All too soon Her petals will stretch out in full bloom Her cheeks are the color of petals Rosy Reds or Sunny Yellows Her soul is strong and sturdy Through way too often she looks dirty The thorns that add to her beauty can also destroy it As life ebbs away Slowly, on that last day Every petal dries and fades They drop from the rose and into The below grass blades And the stem of the rose Is the memory Of the women that once was tell me what you think. what do i need to fix etc.

What Do You Think Of My Poem? i love gothic/dark themed poems and write them as a hobbie, just wondering what you think of this one i wrote?? :D The Mortal And The Vampyre You are the nightmares in my forbidding dreams You are the forever-unholy silent screams You are the darkness that fills my heart You are the pain that tears me apart You made my life where saints fear to tread You made my life filled with dread You made me bloodthirsty and weak You made my life emotionless and bleak I was a part of your heart once broken I was the vows you made once spoken I was once a protector, strong and male I was once human in this twisted tale I was your saviour in times of need I’m now a slave, on human flesh I feed You betrayed me; I live with hate filled pain You savagely pierced your fangs into my vein You were the siren whom I fell for in love You keep me prisoner on this hell life above You laid me down to rest in peace You heart holds the key to my release With wings spread wide and high Out of the gates of hell you fly As the sacred moonlight hits my tomb My coffin opens and out I loom With your fangs sharpened and blood red I awaken from my cushioned bed Under the stars we meet again Just like we did a while back then And so this story comes too a close When the angels above open the doors Upon a white horse to heaven they ride two lovers, together as one abide from once in hell they sent their days nevermore, in heavens sky’s they daze great answers, any idea's what i wrote the poem about?

what type of poem is this? Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it.

to all those ladies who recently miscarried...? i didn't want to let go, so i kept on holdin' on. and inside i know its over now, ur really gone its cuts so deep, it hurts down to my soul always feelin like i can't go on anymore everyday as time goes by i try so hard not to cry it's killin me cause there aint a thing that i can do no one really understands how much i miss u so never got a chance to hold u so tight nor see your smile so bright sure i know ur in a better place but i would give anything just to see ur face i know ur in heaven up high but i'll never say goodbye ur up there just like an angel so pure and only u for this pain could be my cure may u all rest in peace our little angels.. this poem goes out to all those who have recently had a lost like myself.. i wish u all the strength to get through this difficult time in our lives. baby dust to all! =]

please rate my poem i wrote in a few min. ? i made this poem [only 4 lines then rest now] when i was half awake and sleep last night. remembered so it's here. sometimes bad things happen. "A Prayer" Take me away. Help me find a way out. Rescue me from this live decay. Unfold the darkness of my heart; Cold chains, Death is dragging me to my last hour. I pray with my eyes open in fear. Eyes red; Body beaten; Bones fractured. Razor blades I trace back to a disfigured body. Take me away. Be my route to escape. A guiding Light in secret, Carry me away from my yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows, So I may rest in peace.

Help identify poem and writer 1820 tombstone: "Adieu my friends affectionate adieu Surely there is another Lot. there is [ _____] home for me Where I shall rest, remembering not The sorrow of this day. O, [ ___] home [ ______] of rest and peace The [ ________] Where [ _______] And [ ________] meet again." This is on 6x's grandfather's tombstone and I would like to have the full poem restored. Thank for any help!

Is this even a narrative poem? (be aware a little sad)? I knew it was coming I didn’t know when I didn’t want it to it was going to be Hard but I wanted it over with The phone call had came… Walking up the hill I knew something was wrong I walked in and it was quiet My dad sat me down and it hit before He even finish I knew… My grandma was gone  I held in the way I felt Tell the next day I’m still not Exactly the same sometimes When nothing is on my mind is when it hits I tear up inside and think about the memories Rest in peace grandma was that even a narrative poem and would it be good to give to my teacher im in 8th grade cuz we have to write one and im not very talenent at writing

What do you think of my poem? Need a title as well.? Every once in while people always stared. Wonder if their heart would every find peace in this world. Day and day slip by, as if your heart trying to stop. You really didn't want people to actually see this broken soul, Knowing each day you stuffer in eternal pain. Sometime it seen as if every thing turn dark. Leaving little light to believe in; All the hateful word stare at you blinking. I couldn't believe that you were lonely in this world. You always act so natural. Know one saw this sorrow expressing, upon your face. The clock ticking as time slow down. All the time you knew the deep sorrow; laying in your path. You're eye stared at the empty world. All that you knew is disappearing, Saying good bye and leaving behind the memories. This poem I wrote for Tyler Amft. Who was one of my classmate last year in science and he end his life. Know one really didn't no that he felt so much pain. I hate it when people talk trash. Rest in peace- 10/18/06

What do you think of this poem by Wendell Berry? The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. — Wendell Berry

One of my best poems yet. What do you think? -Fox- You're like a fox to me giving me the peace I for so long had sought oh but what more you willingly brought cutting these ropes did you set me free did you not hunt me like a fox always curious, playful, and cute never wavering in your pursuit tracking my scent as if it were lylocks like a fox were you not wild? doing the craziest things to make me smile but doing so with the grace of your style and happy were you when I smiled how could you not be this? the desire that I could see in you was the very same for I could feel it too whenever we embraced, or would kiss my heart always skipped a beat for it was all I would need to follow in love's sacred creed or to love you ever so sweet so it is true a fox you are there is nothing else for you to describe your ways, your actions, or your vibe that seem to me so familiar yet so bizarre but I hope that unlike a fox you'll stay that you'll find in me what I see in you so instead of one fox there'll be two then maybe I'll never be alone in the day but it's awful when you are not by my side I feel cold and all alone without the warmth of your soft tone to soothe me if in anxiety I had cried you are my little fox, can I be yours? to give to you unconditional love so a piece of my heart you can be part of if together we live the rest of our years Please stay with me here, so I can give to you what you've given me for when i'm with you I have nothing to fear but the fear of losing you ---------------------------------------------- Comments? Lagail... That is how I write poems, I write poems so people can understand them and read them. Not try to translate them as if they were some other language. That keeps them preoccupied from feeling the emotions that flow throughout the poem. Your version OF MY POEM stinks. Because I wrote my poem the way I wanted to, the way I wanted it to be. I write poetry because people like it, because it brings out what I want them to feel. Looking at your version, I can never see someone feeling a strong emotion by reading it. My poems have made people cry. That's how good I am. 4 line stanzas As many syllables as I please.

a poem i write..please tell me what you honestly think...? Rest In Peace. Now your gone, To a better place, Time has stopped for this moment, When you look down on me, I hope you are proud, Sorry u can't see me grow up, And that's too bad. I want you to know I miss you. And I'll love you always. When you see me cry dont worry, I will be okay. When I think about you and your love, It will take my pain away. But I can feel your presence, And I wish sometime you were here, Then I look up to the Heaven's, And I know you were near, I miss you I hope you know, I will remember you forever, Till i grow old. I will always remember the times we shared, Sometimes I acted like never cared. But I did. All I have left to say is, Rest In Peace.

I made revisions to my poem, what do you think now? Suburban Nostalgia Cause this is how it ends Muggy shadows Present Street corners City Curves Fade into tranquility It evolved once in my dream Everyone I once knew Everyone I once passed by Rushed in my direction The lot of them Hungered for my affection Then when I thought The dream couldn’t get any worse The familiar blood hounds vanished Once again I am alone In a place I remember In this place so bittersweet This feeling of Suburban Nostalgia Watch my sanity decrease This place is revolting I can’t stand This is my plight What an awful disease The feeling that remains grips my throat Clutches, Holds on, and grabs The air is tighter then I’ve ever felt before It lets me know That I have nowhere to go I’m not ready for this It will force me to die My love, My Pain It Simmers, Subsides My final peace My final resting place this is where it ends This place of reminision My dream that transcends

Poem... Musical? Street poet inspired, by Ireland and rap, act like you know a combination like that. Critics' mouths run, and I smell crap. Thoughts so quick, they come in fits, like epileptics. Shut your mouth, before you overflow the septics. My style just works, don't be skeptical. You can't see? Better grab your spectacles. I laugh, you can like it or lick my test****. While my rhyme scheme, remains respectable, I remain hungry. The thought of dying, to me, had always been funny. Until, my friend was shot dead for shoes, Rest In Peace, man, I can't stay away from "Blues". loving thoughts, with flowing brews, this poem's for you. I'll see you at the crossroads, when I get the cue. There should be music, set to you, me beatboxing, you freestyling, us street-boxing, but we were into smiling, hanging out, just Black & Milding. You didn't call me white, you said I was Mild. Peacefully rest, man, you know.. "Life is wild." I hope you're there, when my number's dialed.

What do you think of this poem? How does it make you feel? Silence whispers to my soul Be at peace and rest your will. Quiet all that in you screams, Of solitude and joy take your fill. Withdraw into this space, Listen with a humble heart. Only then can you go forward Only then of life can you be a part. The joy, the peace, the solitude, How I wish I could forever stay. But life is beckoning me come forward Come forward and live this day. So peace I will carry inside me Joy and Love I will take to share. This silence will remain in my heart. To nourish , to give away, to care. But oh great silence wait for me, Be here if I need return a while. I never leave here empty, Nor go away without a smile For me I am listening to God, for non Theists I would guess yourself, your inner voice. I believe that it is in the silence that God speaks. It is meant to be reflective and meditative. Yes I wrote it and definitely if you want to you may share it with anyone.

How do you feel about this poem? This is who she was The one you had She was given the cup, long ago without asking for it, The heavy chalice with the awful, bitter brew, And she swallowed as much of it As anyone could be expected to swallow, Having no choice in the matter. The brew coursed through her, Washing away her courage On its way to her center, Where it bubbled over and corroded her soul Her dignity and her stamina were cruelly stifled Replaced by bitterness and loneliness She became your enemy Her touch was unwelcome, Her expressions were malicious Her nearness made you numb with dread When she became so full, terrified of bursting, She only knew one thing to do She shared the bitter brew with you Such a loathsome legacy; Her caustic words wrenched at your character, Opening you up so very wide All the better to receive the vile contents of that cup, and she poured it down deep into you, didn’t she? She watched you, and knew that you were good, And still she choked back the words she knew she should say to you; “You are good, you are worthy and beautiful” Instead, her face radiated malevolence, Her words were jealous and cutting Her lumbering wrathful movements shook your tender spirit loose from its frail tethers you drifted away from the goodness of yourself and then she drifted away into oblivion. And now, you may dream of this one; The one who you should have had Her countenance is veiled with a soft glow, Her sweet features indecipherable Her caress a stealthy whisper on your cheek, Her soft hand cool on your fevered brow A kiss so benign and temperate Her nearness would slow The frantic beating of your heart, and Ease the burdens of childhood indignities She would banish the petty insecurities That tear away at the tender spots inside of you. She would speak those secret, unutterable words; (“You are good, you are worthy and beautiful”) She would say them to you over and over until you Finally knew them to be true. If you struggled, she would come to you, And with counsel wise and calm, Bestow on you the peace you have yearned for And acceptance And dignity And if you should falter, She would love you even more still, For having tried so well and so hard Do you know who she is, the woman of this dream? You have left the other one far behind now; And she rests, having at last drained the cup. The other, the one you should have had, can be heard. Breathe deeply and you will know her. Use your voice and you will hear her “You are good, you are worthy and beautiful” Rest your weary head in your own hands, child, And you will find yourself cradled in hers.

A new years poem I wrote and I would like to know if you like it? In my sorrow of losing my son right before the new year I wrote this poem of release. Do you like it? Title: Lost I've lost so much these past two years. Realizing some of my worst fears came true. And though I'm missing you... I see the dawning of a new year. And you, my dear... I shall carry into its sunrise with me. I shall pray that this year will be painted in paradise... And for the rest of my life... I will not feel lost but found. Spreading all the love I feel inside around. So Happy New Years, I send to you above. Rest in peace always, my sweet, sweet love.

Can you tell me the origin of this poem? Alone upon this wayward vessel I Affix my gaze beyond this sinking ship Content to sleep, I now lay down to die One last great voyage be my final trip Beyond the weary breakers let me go Till far beyond the foaming sea I gaze Amid the peril of this ebb and flow My vict’ry call, triumphant, I will raise All vanquished are the deeds I chose to do A conquering hero, crowned in splendor here My damaged armor, tarnished, now made new Washed now away is all my doubt and fear When all is done and now in death we sleep It’s then, at last, our rest in peace is deep I would like to know the country of origin if anyone knows. It sounds like it could be Irish to me, tell me what you think.

My poem titled Destiny, short poem but deep meaning? Destiny Our hero, rest in peace legendary one for your place is in waiting, the ends finally come. Your existence now depleted a soul has arisen golden gates open wide set pass by life’s freedom. One of life’s treasures sunk to depths of a heart an end of celebration for your spirit can depart. A respective soldier in our hearts you will stay fond memories fortuned, silenced by your passing everyday Like a night of jewels expressing light beautifully shine as I envisage your smile, for it’s a miracle to see. May your presence blow with the wind for listeners to hear break through the clouds as your destiny is near. more of my poems are here http://poetrysamateur.wordpress.com/ if you would like to comment on the site please do :)

What could I do to make this poem better? I have been working on this one for a long time, but I just can't seem to get it perfect. Every time I read it I change something and then I change it back. I need some solid suggestions to correct any issues you might see. Please be specific. Black and White the Words, the Language that We Speak, Determining Anger. the Peace is Meek and Underfed, Begin a fight— Now and Forever Falling to Black and White— that subsequently leads to War, and Yet even More choose to follow Jealousy, or perhaps Complacency, though the Door to Live or Die with the Rest, that is, until the BandWagon explodes— a Performance done for Peace, but only ever erodes the Pedestal that We put It on— Again and Again till All Are Gone to the War of Opposites. Now stop and Look at Rising Dawn! Look at Black, Look at White, see them bleeding Equally? as All are Covered in the Red, and Peace will be the Next Decree; Yet it will Fail like Usually I would like to appolgize for the typo on line 13, it is supposed to be "through the door," thank you for pointing that out. Also, I have tried changing the last line to simple "as usual" or something along those lines, but it does not seem to fit that way. Any suggestions for a new last line? Also, whoever added two lines to my poem, I do not really like those lines. Not only do they not fit my style, they do not fit the theme and make the poem extremely verbose. I am not really looking to add anything, just fix what I currently have. Also, sorry for all of the capitals...some of those are typos. I have a tendancy to hit the shift key by accident.

A poem I had to quickly write up? I wrote a poem in a hurry because it was do in English today. The whole rubric was set upon making your life experiences dramatic, but not fictional. I dont wanna sound like a freak when I share what I typed up, but could you give me your opinion on this poem? Will it sound like I took time on it? If you think Im a freak and dont know what Im talking about, read the whole situation behind it in the details and maybe youll understand it. It doesnt rhyme either. Wasnt trying to. To wake up when I was 7 was like a fear That made me wonder whether which was better: Waking up to fear the world or falling into peaceful sleep where no one knows my name. But then one night I lay at rest At peace with all the world beholds And then at last my dreams disown me Making my only safe position my shameful cloud and dreary. So now I sit upon myself and think of ways to confess my pain Yet hide the anger that my mother shed on me. Theres more on the details. not enough roo It seems as though God has seen the recovery in me And now he has spoken and given me his grace Hes given me another chance to push myself and put me in my place. When I was born, my mom abused me. My dad was hardly home but when he was he protected me. Then he died when I was 7. So the abuse came on stronger and I started to believe I belonged dead at age 11. But then I had this dream that kind of knocked some sense into me and made me feel as though I had been given a second chance. Im now almost 19. Sorry if i sound kinda lame lol. oh yea and the whole my dreams disowned me, thats because i started getting nightmares that made me feel even worse about myself. so pretty much everything got worse before it got better

short poem? um i just wanted to know if this is a good poem it might stink >< plz be honest your skin so pale your wounds so deep ive finally let go now rest in peace yup i wrote it :D

My favourite poem of mine, The Battlefield? please comment i hope you like it :) The Battlefield White skies flood with grayness graceful air begins to mature aggravated weather approaching rain drops turn erratic heavy rain turns hardcore, Blackness struck by electric purple neon strikes utter - bolts to the floor roof-tops thrown from houses wreckage littered empty streets battle field stories, memory’s of war, Gun shots replicated - bulleting decay fearless winds throw out disaster shrapnel flaring cast in mid-air to hide and seekers dismay, Trenches carved by uprooted trees groggy water cascading beneath soldiers lay proud with heroism among murky graves legendary soldiers, rest in peace, Footsteps walking among graves neighborhoods left to burry Thriving for size - gone outta’ control hunting, panting, stalking Its victorious. My other poems are here if you liked this one :) http://poetrysamateur.wordpress.com

To Thank all of you? It is with great sadness that I need to tell you guys that my friend Jessica passed away last night. Thanks to the community for their help in helping me to find a poem for Jessica, specialy to Dot-XoXo, your poem is the one we chose to put in her funeral program. Also my thaks to Honest, Jordena P, and Crayola God Bless you guys always and keep you always in great health. My friend Jessica now rest in peace