"I miss the old you" Your words cut like a knife, But if you really missed me, You would not leave my life. You tell me i've changed, Cause i can't show a smile, I can't make you happy, So i'm not worth your while. If you do miss the old me, And now find me strange, Stand in front of the mirror, See who really needs change. You choose not to help me, You just hurt me more, But all i need is the friendship, That we had before.
Create your own material, poetry isn't about copying, even if you have the permission of the writer. Use his writing as inspiration, and use other works as inspiration. It takes from your poetry if it's not at least original.
I wrote this for my mom when she was sick .. I am nothing without you, I am glad that I realized that soon I never appreciate whatever you do All I have tears whenever I think of losing you My prayers are with you, get well soon because I am nothing without you I sorry for every time when I judged you 'cause I am a part of you I should have realized that before, Because to the heaven you are the only door LOVE YOU MOM❤
The Happy Sausage by Mr Bangz A memory deep and strange How once upon a time I roamed free range Twas a pristine crystal morning When the angry man snatched me without warning Then came the swift cut of the Butcher's cleaver I remembered my mother's bloody face and how I had to leave her "To the plate" I heard as the paper wrapped around me And the prodding of the fork the memory always surrounds me I became someone's happy meal The sadness of their happy sausage they would never feel
I still have no clue How to write a poem Yet here I am, Giving my best, Trying and failing, Always towards improvement. Better days. Happy days. Happiness. Sausage.
Oh lonely day, Oh, sleepless night, Forever are You in my sight. My life moves on Yet you remain. It is so hard To not be slain. Be struck with pain, Be killed by guilt. Even the mighty Would start to wilt. But one must move, Never be caught. As life is never What you thought.
My life moves on Yet you remain. It is so hard To not be slain? How about: My life moves on Yet you remain. It is so hard to be in vain Be struck with pain, Be killed by guilt. Even the mighty? (Makes the rhythm wither and sounds weird) How about: even the strong would start to wilt But one must move never be caught? /It would actually make more sense if: one must move it's all he's got/ as life is never what you thought - happy new year!
Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf, From this deep sorrow - from this painful grief? How can I go on or find a way to be strong? Will I ever again enjoy life's sweet song? Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark And eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark. Then it flits away on silent wings and I'm alone; Hungering for more of the light it had shone. Shall grief's bitter cold sadness consume me, Like a winter storm on the vast angry sea? How can I fill the void and deep desperate need To replant my heart with hope's lovely seed? Then I look at a photo of your playful smiling face And for a moment I escape to a serene happy place; Remembering the laughter and all you would do, Cherishing the honest, caring, loving spirit of you. Shall spring's cheerful flowers bring life anew And allow me to forget the agony of missing you? Will spring's burst of new life bring fresh hope And teach my grieving soul how to cope? Sometimes I'll read a treasured card you had given me And each word's special meaning makes me see, The precious gift of love I was fortunate to receive, And I realize you'd never want to see me grieve. Shall summer's warm brilliant sun bring new light, And free my anguished mind of its terrible plight? Will its gentle breezes chase grief's dark clouds away, And show me a clear path towards a better day? When I visit the grave where you lie in eternal peace, I know that death and heaven brought you release; I try to envision your joy on that shore across the sea, And, until I join you, that'll have to be enough for me. For all the remaining seasons of my life on earth, There'll be days I'll miss your merriment and mirth, And sometimes I'll sadly long for all the yesterdays; Missing our chats and your gentle understanding ways. Yet, the lessons of kindness and love you taught me, And the good things in life you've helped me to see; Linger as lasting gifts that comfort and will sustain, Until I journey to that peaceful shore and see you again...
Loser just copied some one else Search Results Web results Seasons Of Grief, Grief Poem www.familyfriendpoems.com › Poems › Death Poems › Grief Poems Rating: 4.6 - 1,197 votes Belinda Stotler more by Belinda Stotler. Published: February 2012. Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf, From this deep sorrow - from this painful grief? How can I go on or find a way to be strong? Will I ever again enjoy life's sweet song?
“Empty Pen” Like an empty pen The world threw me out That’s exactly when A flowery angel sprout And just later then I saw her out and about My spirit awoken But my eyes had doubt How could you, Glen Have delight throughout Knew you since ten You’re all I write about “Fading of the Light” I know you are far But you're here When it is dark And the light fades Fast as a spark Don't you dare Think to disappear I left out a tear Making a mark Reminding of here At the embark You were a dear But now I daily fear How’d I bear All that’s dark Without you here “Delicacy” The delicacy of the heart Is a nonsensical creation Right at the start It breaks by separation Nothing is understood And its frustration Get over and it’s all good Being a common notation I have done my part With complete dedication These are three poems written by me. How are they?
@@johnherba1168 I wrote these "peoms" 3 years ago when I was 15 years old. I didn't know much about poetry at that time so I just wrote whatever came in my mind. I completely agree with you. This cannot be considered as a poem because it does not comply with the laws of poetry. I understand now.
In the day of war I shall rise. The day I rise Is the day I fall. All will march Into the land of ash. Here we fight And here we die. The sight of victory Is a distant memory. The sight of defeat Is the enemy’s dream. The time is near For the army of ash. Today is the day I shall be remembered.
My first attempt :) she is literally a rose along with thorns she arose with all her difficulties enclose only her smile being expose with all the deep sorrows she grows only the light of her character glows
“The Room With Two Beds” The light poured blue over the stark steel, Lighting upon the magic liquids in there sacks Dr Ipp Ing out of plastic veins. They hold her, but only for a fleeting moment. The white paleness is not foreign to me. She lies etherized- A slight woman in a bloated facade Clinging and clawing at the edge of a great precipice. But who then has farther to fall?
A connection through the ink, Bleeding through the thin tree skin, A piece of me sink, Into a world without a sin, Judge me today, Oh! judge me tomorrow, My journey to self-healing... ...begins with these words of sorrow.
I'm bored an alone so wrote this poem about how quiet it is please dont nick it, hear you go - Quiet. The lights hum and the wind whispers But it's so unbelievably quiet. No noise no sound no movement no... No Nothing. The clock waves in silence, barely ticking Half the speed, calm, gentle clicking. This goes on for hours, or many a few seconds. Rain gently pumels the ground creating a thin layer of hope. Quiet. Peacefully, the wind seems to hammer at the houses. The light seams to hide behind the branches But its quiet. No planes, no machines no talking, no... Absolutely nothing. Empty? Perhaps, with the day so busy, the morning so bright The night is now lonesome, no proof of anything. Quiet. I really feel it. Dainty taps of the leaves on the window panes, distant voices in sleepy houses. Bus still. It's so, so quiet.
Noah Now same we have to talk about something social or political like Donald trump or civil rights and I don't even know where to start I haven't wrote a poem in my entire life
The cups in my room tend to stay, it's okay, I've never tried to get rid of them anyway. The cups in my room tend to pile. Guess I hadn't really washed them in a while. I tend to push the cups in the corner. That's how I got the nickname, "Cup Hoarder". Only once or twice a year, I'd make someone wash them. The fear in their eyes used to be funny, just watch them. Sometimes I'd actually wash them on my own, I'd put them back into the cupboard, a place they can actually call home. The cups are never gone for long, I'd get thirst and forget to put them back. Drinking from them feels good, it lets me forget everything I lack. I'd mostly put the cups in my backpack and bring them to school. Seeing the fear in the student's eyes as they wash them always made me feel cool. My former classmates to beg to differ. I used to find it funny when I made them wash, as if their bodies couldn't get any stiffer. They used to be scared of me because of the amount of cups I made them wash. If they didn't wash them right, the would be a cost. I still have cups in my room, obviously. Now I know the only one that can correctly was them is me. At this point you may think the cups are a metaphor for some kind of depression I'm casting. In reality, they're about my anger, bottled up and everlasting.
this was soo good idk why it wasnt at the top i really enjoyed it you're awesome ( btw would like to read some more if you have written others than this)
and this poetry ! this is my life ! if that all and it's the end then tell me how does it all begin? at the bottom of the surface? or at a dead-end rainbow? how i hate spoken word poetry but i love to speak these words yes this is poetry where it all begins spoken words shared among friends
Birds, Breeze, Beautiful Things A bright sunflower up above A chemistry of cells flickering in between Cursed with prohibited love A butterfly with a sacred past And a moth with the presence of hope A connection that was meant to last With anxiety that could cope But all this was just a fantasy While the beautiful night starts to cry The light starts going down the drain The soothing voice begins to lie And time slowly starts filling with pain While sleep is just death being shy Misery will over take love Loves easy to say goodbye Until a butterfly comes by again So I’ve been working on this for a while now, any thoughts?
Since nobody has shared their thoughts and it's been 2 years.. might as well share mine because I feel bad. ITS ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! YOU'RE REALLY GOOD! (no type of exaggeration, I really do think you're really good.)
"While sleep is just death being shy" is such a nice line, though I feel like the main idea of the poem is disjunct and not entirely present. Good use of language, however.
"It's the past" It's the past that holds me back from the future I dream for It's the past that doesn't let me forget my fears It's the past that makes me drown into the pool of emptiness It's past that brings back memories It's the past that I hate It's the past that reminds me of the old me It's the past where it all started It's the past that made me what I'm today
I am alone here Rich yet poor I have nothing to fear For ive seen the roof and the floor I am a laughing stock Laughing outside dead inside My heart is really broke For i have no one to sit beside Many friend in social media Yet I am alone Every news in wikipedia Yet I am naive as a stone Free me from the curse Help me hence Avoid filling my purse Help me jump the fence
MY BEAUTIFUL BROKEN BUTTERFLY 🦋 oh butterfly, my beautiful butterfly, why must you be so sad? i see it in your eyes you hold a lot in, which is not very wise oh anxiety, i know the feeling it’s uncontrollable when you have a lot on your mind you hope others don’t see, but i’m not blind you are my butterfly, my beautiful butterfly, your wings are your beauty but yet, you can’t see them please open your eyes oh my poor butterfly, i know how this feels I wish to help you, but you have a wall up to help you deal oh my poor butterfly, my beautiful broken butterfly, i hate this is what you feel i sure hope you heal
“Moses” by Estephanie The sound of a river Now slowly I’m drowning The sound of wind Now the whistles have spoken The sweet whispers of sorrow The pain of everything has now followed Running away I take it all in The pain cannot compare to the tranquility of your win You crushed it all up and still expect me to film your torture Nothing can compare to the sickness that swallowed me I take you in like a sunset in June But I don’t use you like you did I forgive you and all is right within
Self-Pity is a sentiment that is felt When an agonizing delay arises It is like an unfathomable mental pelt That engulfs the soul, and it all comprises Of one’s incapacitation to push through all the dilemmas But once a slight comfort is reached, that one moment can be enough To break through the phycological hindrance of productivity And re-awaken the being as a recipient To the gift to surmount What before they could not expound
Heroes we never forgot. Our heroes fought Our heroes strived Our heroes rot Our heroes died Be struck with pain Be struck with guilt Even the mighty Would start to wilt I love my country For what we endured Our heroes made sure Our survival was ensured Now we have freedom After the war we fought But it’s all because Of the heroes we never forgot
My first poem . To my friend. I don't know if you remember me But I do I miss you I feel empty standing on my knees Waiting for you to come Or maby I'm to dumb Cuz you may never come Are you happy with your New friend I hope your friendship never end Cuz I just wante you to be happy I don't care what will happen to me I heard you were crying last night so I woke up at the midnight I talked to the moon Couldn't sleep until noon But them someone called me They said they are worried about me But I didn't care Cuz they will forget me too Just like you Just tell me you are not alright I promise to listen to you all night You can lean on my shoulder I will be there for you And walk though the darkness with you But I know when we reached the light You will leave me and I will be alright Cuz I'm used to loneliness I'm used to walking alone in the darkness You forgot me to soon Don't you remember when we werw looking at the moon And you said I miss you You forgot me to soon Don't you remember hugging me Or fighting over me I miss the old days When we were together We thought our friendship will las forever But it was just a dream A sweet dream but it's alright It's not a dream actually it's called life And Life is a roller coaster One day you will reach the sky And one day you will fall in the ground Whatever thanks for making a best memories in life But please I need you so don't hide
I wrote this poem for you to read To beseech your wisdom to be freed From the shackles of fear that should be depose So you can run where you suppose Shut those illusions whispered in your ear For the rawness of you psyche should be bare Sing the words that you once resist Let your voice be heard as I insist I wish this poem reach your soul Spread like a wildfire through your wall To let it warm even the coldest abyss How I wish the sense shall not miss
Oh the loneliness, oh the pain. All the constant emotion with no gain. Always questioning if you are enough. Always wishing you were a bit more tough. Knowing you are not alone. Yet feeling alone in every bone. Surrounded by those that say they care. Yet feeling almost too unworthy to bear They give you the kindest of words with the purest of intention. Yet your dark and twisted mind denies them with its constant intervention. Deep down you know hope can be found. But you are always left wondering when it will come around. But then it comes, sudden and surprising. You can finally see the sun rising. The problems of old are washed away. Again you can see the light of day. The psyche of the brain abandons it’s once destructive views. It finally sees through its own dark ruse. You allow yourself into happiness’ embrace. In the end you can find the joy in knowing you have run your race.
I have been a poet for six months and i enjoy it (: Here are some poems i write, some are depressing, some are joyful. Looking up to the sky What is life, and why? Why do we lie? Why should we try? Then comes pouring rain Which swiftly ends up down the drain Like tears that don't stain But come soon and later again. Little know depression An unpleasent dimension. Of a dark Earth A cold burning hearth. The Weight and pain on your mind There is no action that says kind. There is a bluebird Which is often heard Singing a sweet tune As beautiful as a full moon It sings all morning Joys the mourning You can never be alone And she is not a clone.
Human conditions A moral conscience always seeks the “right” way Whether it be in actions or thoughts or words to say One thing is certain throughout it all Not everything will be precise moral call A Loving heart will always choose And give up all the things it has to lose Whether it be a love for one or even a materialize thing It will give in for a lick hope for the unrealistic means A broken mind will always feel pain The hope of losing its trauma is always in vain Maybe it will see the bright light up above Or the dark depths of nothing, will it succumb A curious eye is always to blame For all the things that was dealt through serious pain May a locked mouth be unable to do much To collect all the filth and dirt left unable to discuss All theses things may be an allusion To all of our human thought and or confusion May it be known that these feelings are brief and inconsequential As everything matters not, nothingness is inevitable * I just fixed this up but it’s my favorite poem even if it is boring*
Just finished up a poem do ya’ll like it? Perfect story is a story achieved by mistakes Perfect humans cannot express their feelings Perfect people are people filled with pain Perfect intelligence is only a myth Perfect score on a test is a statistic of lies that will change Perfect fire cannot burn Perfect lie cannot last Perfect friend is your future enemy Perfect emotion is not an emotion Perfect picture is a picture drawn by grief and sadness Perfect is a word to describe what is unachievable Perfection cant change your life But mistakes can
I wrote this some months back: *WHY JUST WHY?* My brain orders me to get over him My heart laughs My brain says it's a just a phase, you'll eventually forget him. My heart laughs even louder My brain says you don't care about him My heart laughs louder and louder and falls, for him. I shatter into pieces. I cry my heart out. My brain says he's taken My heart says I am happy for him then. My brain repeats HE'S TAKEN, this time louder and clearer My heart says I don't want him to be ours. But can he not pretend to care. Then my heart shouts If he cares, he won't ignore us. If he doesn't, WHY DOES HE LIE? WHY? JUST WHY? Oh my brain! How can I forget him? Even if he doesn't think about me even once, I can never stop thinking about him. HE IS MY EVERYTHING, MY EVERYTHING
I watched them grow As I stood below No courage was left No courage to show I hear them talk I heard them speak About the things That make me, me I tried to stop I saw no end I finally found The root to them I pulled and pulled Tired I grew This didn’t slow me Not this time it would
This is one of the poem on rain and a conversation with the earthly man…. And here is the poem- *Address to the Rain God* I sat gravely before the window, watching the dark that laid before me profoundly thinking for a moment or so, about the Showery world that I could see. And up the heaven, I looked henceforth Towards the paradise, till the eye's sought 'What makes him rain such?' 'Brutish he is' is what I thought. Above the world I looked far end And beneath came the God of Rain Thundering the skies and the heart of men stiffening the shower that had went insane. I stood there aquivering with fear for he stood in front of me and asked me for my remembrance knowing well that it is he who caused it. Politely I said with tongue no less, "This world is beautiful with creations unparallel" But the unstoppable rains have made such mess Why don't you stop that you shall! 'It is you the humans', replied he 'who pray for rain' The rain that quenches the Earth's thirst Deepening the swift streams that long last And then calling for it to return to the den. And Oh! the inner me felt deafeated But I stood there losing no faith But that was prime, this is subordinate "Has the thirst, vanished not yet!" The rain has caused havoc on crust The temporary world is biting the dust Fields overflowed by the tyrant rain 'Floods and rain', are they same? The king of splashes was pleased with me, At least what I thought from what I saw And replied with a strong voice With the winds added to his draw. Glad are you, jolly are all, Happy are you when the rains do fall. Irrigating the fields," the mother earth weeps For the joy, that water beneath seeps. The joy lasts shorter do remember, For nothing lasts Forever and sorrow after joy is a chain of cycle Each in it's time is completely great So he told and so he went Leaving an impression that long lasted Shaken was I and ended up in faint Oh the conversation was just what I dreamt. The story still doesn't end here and I ain't, For it teaches that nothing is permanent. Time heals everything, just wait for the day For joy and sorrow both are great. Joy comes after Sorrow, misery after happiness Just don't look behind the eternal fence. Life is not a bed of thorns, wise men say, For a man on alms is a king next day Here is the link ua-cam.com/video/kTBUKLOasr8/v-deo.html
at times. he made me feel so sick that i didn’t know what it was like to just be happy with myself. showed him every aspect of the universe and all he showed me were emotions that i didn’t need like guilt and anger and sadness to high a degree. its like the more i fell in love the more and more i hated time. the first cut to my wrist was sucked up by a black hole called his mind. im flattered that i can’t fix him but can he even fix himself.
water of loneliness flowing all over my veins, thinking of how to get rid of it, finding someone to help, but no one can. you might drown if you take it seriously, but you might float if you find someone to make you happy, if you wanna fight loneliness, you need to find some happiness. ps. this is my first time, i need some tips
It was nice listening to you mam. I necessarily don't write my poems in rhymes... What I learnt from your video is, poem is all about sound. I don't recite my poems loudly and clearly. I read it fast and not recite it rhythmically... Thank you so much
Here it comes to the petal of mind, it jumps ahead whenever it climbs, it all ends with humongous disobedience, but seldom to know it starts with skepticism.
HOW I FEEL Can't explain how I feel It's like I'm choking on my words Drowning in my feelings My body feeling numb I can't handle this feeling Your words repeating in my mind Why am I like this Why do I ruin the best thig I have Why am I to blame for all our fights AND why am I so scared Sacred of loosing Scared of letting go Scared of being my self And scared of my past See I was always put down I was never enough I was never too perfect I can't stop this feeling I can't stop beating my self up Calling my self names But I am not to blame When it was always the same I need someone to except me Except me as I am When I can't except myself Love the true me When I can't love myself I know there's nothing wrong But my mind won't stop Telling me u will leave Because I'm all messed up I know I am your pair I know I am yours But please understand That I am in so much pain And I don't know why So please hold my hand Show me that your here Through all my struggles Show me good i near Because I can't heal alone... Maryam c.
*Flower of jealousy* It was suppose to be you and me Through dark and light Through day and night But yet you sow on another seed Water and shine it While letting me go unattended Like a weed on the street Oh I have bloom certainly But instead of love It was jealousy.
Here’s my first poem Hope you enjoy “Sitting under the sunshine Staring at what could’ve been mine Thinking about what i had lost Telling myself that it’ll be ok but also blaming myself for it It wouldn’t change anything anyway It Feels like a grief Of a loved one Doesn’t feel real It feels like a dream that i cant escape It doesn’t feel right But i try to convince myself that it will be. I keep blaming myself for it For everything I tried everything All that i could It still wasn’t enough The memories haunt me Everything reminds me of that day Every step that i take reminds of what i fear most I should’ve known better Done better So it would be different So that none of this would happen Hoping that telling myself this would make me feel better That the guilt would suddenly go away But it doesn’t My dreams follow me everywhere i go It’s a daily struggle ,That never ends Thinking to myself that none of this will worth all the Pain Suffering And the Guilt That if it could all end peacefully I would But I know i have to keep fighting I know I can’t make it like how it used to be I know that it wont ever be the same It never will be But i have to do the least that i can I hope one day i wont have to like with the guilt anymore And be set free from my constant nightmares Even though i know i don’t deserve to I hope i can move on Live my life how i used to to..... When my life was normal and boring But at least i was happy I wasn’t under constant fear Feeling unsafe Or being chased by my nightmares I just hope that I’ll have what I’ve lost No matter the time or effort I’ll find it ” - Sakura
Running down the same road Being stopped at the end No matter how fast I go I never get too far They always catch me at the bend He tells me to get in the car Then the tapping of her shoes The smell of a home cooked meal Movement in her wrinkles As she's explaining how I feel I feel a lecture coming I try my best to zone out But I'm never too convincing She can tell I'm not really listening So she begins to shout The cat will run outside The dog won't wag his tail And I'll keeping hoping to hear what's fair But I know that never happens And on the the other side of the house My father will sit in his chair Looking out the window Turning up the TV To drown out all her screaming And from the street my house looks grey Inside it's full of dreaming Finally I'll won't have to blend Dreaming of how Just one day They won't catch me at the bend
love you Give me a clue To love you Express in art That you are my heart All sky are blue I wanna love you Don't look back Don't let you take If it is I will be death You're all mine I'm all yours....... You should dare To love me again Actually this is the first thing I wrote myself .......bt still I Love it very much and I think it is the good poet or writing of my own
I tried so I apologize if this is badxd Secrets’ that were untold never thought it would be told. Holding your hand with a gentle little squeeze though you were holding another hand that was never mine I kept it slow, slowly but surely wasting my time. I thought and thought every little day that passed by. Each time when I remember that day, it brings back the memories that we both made. We met once again after years of remaining on this earth because I felt the one to blame. I said my words to you, reaching for your forgiveness. You already know that I left you with no remorse. You're too kind to this world. So why do I still feel ashamed to this day?
*MADE* she was broken, For the choices she MADE. here hands were beautiful, Enough to create and destroy, But She forgot, Here hands weren't canvas, For the scars she MADE. she wasn't perfect, But She tried everyday, And she became responsible, For the disaster She MADE. She alone to herself, Cried everyday, So that something would change, For the conclusion She MADE. forgiving was her principle, Love was her nature, She died there in sorrows, And lived never once, For the life she MADE.
And the end of the tunel it lies It feels so hard to reach and my I feel mi skin falling a part It breaks and cracks as I run The air starts to sharpen In my hands I notice the weakness And I feel like I can see it far away Just standing there, the sausage of happiness
Poem name: Midnight Blue [Stanza] I don’t wanna die, but I don’t wanna live, but I do I don’t wanna fly, but I don’t wanna land either, but I do too I don’t know what it is whether it be the raging at nothing from Coke or whether it be the crying in my room for another chance to fly with the eagles and touch heaven again. I just don’t know and I’m afraid that someday I won’t even know myself anymore I’m afraid that one day every Bible verse I read like psalms, Corinthians, or Romans will one day fly my mind and escape out the door where all of the bygones may lay. I’m afraid that one day I will forget you and forget myself too [Stanza 2] There’s a wall with a man inside Aiden, Valentino, Acilia, Alice, Divine and I, all try to break the wall to figure out who this strange ethereal man is. The fireflies are crying as they’re trying harder and harder to forget it all Los Angeles is crying as he’s dying Meanwhile Aiden, Valentino, Acilia, Divine and I break the wall Only to realize that that man is me [Stanza 3] Everything that my rage sees is red Like the red wine, red Mercedes, and cherry lime that I cherish with all my heart Deep down I’m still that little boy that I used to be; sweet to the core but dull on the surface It’s just that now, the sun rises and covers it with a heavier blue that mankind has not ever put their hands on yet [Verse 4] Valentino, please, stand me on my tippy toes as the night covers up the woes Seal the sealed bruises even more and cherish them with pink bows Because as time and time goes on I realize I can’t do everything with one fist and will eventually have to use more fists To the crows, please don’t add me to your list of darkness Let the doves shine me so bright, ethereally, and angelically Let me be free, let me be a passion As I am a brother of two, a son of two, and a friend to who As I travel back to the heavens, I say farewell to my woes and breathe in the midnight blue
Roses are red Violet's are blue I have a sausage And it's my happiness too. Sometimes it's active Sometimes it dies But through patience It continues to survive
A dark future is yet to come, Upon this earth, where we lay, A home for all, but not for long, As death will arrive, we fade away. With man made weapons and guns, And careless decisions we make, Our earth is edging near, To an end and deathly fate. Two thousand years of life and death, Of fights and battles and wars, All settled now, peace has shone, But too late we care, too late we warn. A problem shown, unable to change, Animals die, none left at all, We don’t care, we are the rulers, Unless there’s a human death toll. Our earth has peaked, no way but down, The bell will chime when all is gone, It’s clear to see, we are the cause, That words can’t change, not even a song. Actions speak louder than words, Although this poem won’t change anything, Our actions won’t do, our home is gone, We’ve lost it all, all and everything.
I want to write No idea where to began It's just a piece of paper In which I'm losing again and again It's a cloudy day still hot as summer Beating my heart loud, this nasty drummer I felt so vulnerable inside When you caught my sight I can tell you everything I feel Everything I felt it was a Chilly morning When you stole my heart Without a warning I want to know Did you're heart also skipped a beat When you saw me with yourr brother Preet.
The best poetry IMHO is verse that naturally flows from one's mind, not that which is forced. But this is, of course, subjective and admittedly my particular view. My best poems (again, being subjective here) seem to flow from the ether and are somewhat mystical in a sense.
The Dance Under the Lune and The Stars The effervescent lune shines upon us Hand out in invitation, "Shall we have the dance of the decade?" The stars create the dance floor; The lovely lune as the spotlight, And hands over hands, Two dance throughout the night.
I look around Without a sound The silence filling my ears I hear water drowning my fears I can see others standing rightfully in place While I stand in an empty space They all have reasons They do as they do For I am stuck here to Never be like you . . . . Idk.....I'm bad at this.......
If I could fly I could reach mountaintops I would soar high into the heavens Past the clouds Past the sky as it forms a gradient to black Past the stars I would soar to the heavens But why stop there? The universe is ever-expanding Infinite void, with yet somehow a limited reach Everything drifts further apart But we don't have to If I could fly I would rise to the heavens But I would return From high above Because home Is where we can truly feel love
The flower of jealousy was bloomin in my heart when I thought I cought you lying. I adored you from the start. The kattle of rage was boiling in my soul. I grabbed my bags and drove away when we couldn't fix the hole. I bought me a bottle and took a firm shit. Along came the sausage of happiness, that was the end of it. .
Oh lonely day, Oh, sleepless night, Forever are You in my sight. My life moves on Yet you remain. It is so hard To not be slain. Be struck with pain, Be killed by guilt. Even the mighty Would start to wilt. But one must move, Never be caught. As life is never What you thought.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I can't rhyme.
Microwave"
Roses are red, violets are blue, i hate this, and i bet you do to.
Roses are wet,
violets are too,
my face is red,
my blood is blue.
UA-cam is red, my name is blue, I saw your comment, its cool to.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Slanderman is skinny
So are you .
Roses are red,
I have a phone,
Nobody texts me,
Forever alone.
The sausage of happiness
NRD 2000 i wanted to comment that 😂
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
lul
Jared kleinman voice: kINky
I'm sorry I don't know how I got here from Dear Evan Hansen lol
HAHAHA!
"I miss the old you"
Your words cut like a knife,
But if you really missed me,
You would not leave my life.
You tell me i've changed,
Cause i can't show a smile,
I can't make you happy,
So i'm not worth your while.
If you do miss the old me,
And now find me strange,
Stand in front of the mirror,
See who really needs change.
You choose not to help me,
You just hurt me more,
But all i need is the friendship,
That we had before.
My first poem ever :p
Great work fam! I used to have that experience tho....but keep on going with your poems!!!
Invalid200 honestly I think that's incredible.
Invalid200 OMG THIS IS SO GOOD!! do you mind if I use some of your lines in my poem? I’m struggling to find something and you are really inspiring!🙂
Create your own material, poetry isn't about copying, even if you have the permission of the writer. Use his writing as inspiration, and use other works as inspiration. It takes from your poetry if it's not at least original.
"The sausage of happiness" - We've all had a few of those in our time...
I hope not haha
i will go ahead and write a poem about the sausage of happiness
MY DICK
Lmao
Type it for us
💀☠️😂
I wrote this for my mom when she was sick ..
I am nothing without you,
I am glad that I realized that soon
I never appreciate whatever you do
All I have tears whenever I think of losing you
My prayers are with you, get well soon because I am nothing without you
I sorry for every time when I judged you 'cause I am a part of you
I should have realized that before,
Because to the heaven you are the only door
LOVE YOU MOM❤
i need one for my sister nurse and mom
So nice
this made me cry
@@zurasiacole8044 thank you so much 🥺
@@maham_rubab it's amazing
Went to china town
There were too many bright lights
Asked them to dim sum
Seb Sharma this is a haiku
HAHAHAHAHA... i'm not amused
Ok
Hahaha loved this
Seb Sharma check out my poem's
The Happy Sausage
by
Mr Bangz
A memory deep and strange
How once upon a time I roamed free range
Twas a pristine crystal morning
When the angry man snatched me without warning
Then came the swift cut of the Butcher's cleaver
I remembered my mother's bloody face and how I had to leave her
"To the plate" I heard as the paper wrapped around me
And the prodding of the fork the memory always surrounds me
I became someone's happy meal
The sadness of their happy sausage they would never feel
Bangz Hous bars!
Deep XD
💙
LOL
Underrrated
"A sausage of happiness"(I giggle like a teenage girl)
Wasn't only me! I thought I was just immature...
Same haha
OK good we all laughed 😂
Not alone XD Also if she hadn't said it, I would have commented it :-P
jesus said his story was put to the eyes of his people because of his love for us. how about a true friend.
I still have no clue
How to write a poem
Yet here I am,
Giving my best,
Trying and failing,
Always towards improvement.
Better days.
Happy days.
Happiness.
Sausage.
art!
🎷
dang that was creative asf
hahaha😂😂😂omg that sausage in the end! you killed it👍
Sausage yes indeed 💀💀
Oh lonely day,
Oh, sleepless night,
Forever are
You in my sight.
My life moves on
Yet you remain.
It is so hard
To not be slain.
Be struck with pain,
Be killed by guilt.
Even the mighty
Would start to wilt.
But one must move,
Never be caught.
As life is never
What you thought.
tal mcgee can I use that for homework?
This is so good! Do you mind if I use some lines of your in my poem?
tal mcgee: *creates an amazing poem*
Other commenters: Can I steal this?
My life moves on
Yet you remain.
It is so hard
To not be slain?
How about:
My life moves on
Yet you remain.
It is so hard
to be in vain
Be struck with pain,
Be killed by guilt.
Even the mighty? (Makes the rhythm wither and sounds weird)
How about:
even the strong
would start to wilt
But one must move
never be caught? /It would actually make more sense if:
one must move
it's all he's got/
as life is never
what you thought
- happy new year!
I’m using is for homework lol thx
Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf,
From this deep sorrow - from this painful grief?
How can I go on or find a way to be strong?
Will I ever again enjoy life's sweet song?
Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark
And eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark.
Then it flits away on silent wings and I'm alone;
Hungering for more of the light it had shone.
Shall grief's bitter cold sadness consume me,
Like a winter storm on the vast angry sea?
How can I fill the void and deep desperate need
To replant my heart with hope's lovely seed?
Then I look at a photo of your playful smiling face
And for a moment I escape to a serene happy place;
Remembering the laughter and all you would do,
Cherishing the honest, caring, loving spirit of you.
Shall spring's cheerful flowers bring life anew
And allow me to forget the agony of missing you?
Will spring's burst of new life bring fresh hope
And teach my grieving soul how to cope?
Sometimes I'll read a treasured card you had given me
And each word's special meaning makes me see,
The precious gift of love I was fortunate to receive,
And I realize you'd never want to see me grieve.
Shall summer's warm brilliant sun bring new light,
And free my anguished mind of its terrible plight?
Will its gentle breezes chase grief's dark clouds away,
And show me a clear path towards a better day?
When I visit the grave where you lie in eternal peace,
I know that death and heaven brought you release;
I try to envision your joy on that shore across the sea,
And, until I join you, that'll have to be enough for me.
For all the remaining seasons of my life on earth,
There'll be days I'll miss your merriment and mirth,
And sometimes I'll sadly long for all the yesterdays;
Missing our chats and your gentle understanding ways.
Yet, the lessons of kindness and love you taught me,
And the good things in life you've helped me to see;
Linger as lasting gifts that comfort and will sustain,
Until I journey to that peaceful shore and see you again...
Beautiful ♥️
its delicate, yet stern and fruitful
Its a nice poem and I love how you play with the words.
Amazing job. I could never write something like that. This is beautiful. Props to you on that.
Loser just copied some one else Search Results
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Seasons Of Grief, Grief Poem
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Belinda Stotler more by Belinda Stotler. Published: February 2012. Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf, From this deep sorrow - from this painful grief? How can I go on or find a way to be strong? Will I ever again enjoy life's sweet song?
“Empty Pen”
Like an empty pen
The world threw me out
That’s exactly when
A flowery angel sprout
And just later then
I saw her out and about
My spirit awoken
But my eyes had doubt
How could you, Glen
Have delight throughout
Knew you since ten
You’re all I write about
“Fading of the Light”
I know you are far
But you're here
When it is dark
And the light fades
Fast as a spark
Don't you dare
Think to disappear
I left out a tear
Making a mark
Reminding of here
At the embark
You were a dear
But now I daily fear
How’d I bear
All that’s dark
Without you here
“Delicacy”
The delicacy of the heart
Is a nonsensical creation
Right at the start
It breaks by separation
Nothing is understood
And its frustration
Get over and it’s all good
Being a common notation
I have done my part
With complete dedication
These are three poems written by me. How are they?
Superb
@@johnherba1168 I wrote these "peoms" 3 years ago when I was 15 years old. I didn't know much about poetry at that time so I just wrote whatever came in my mind. I completely agree with you. This cannot be considered as a poem because it does not comply with the laws of poetry. I understand now.
@@MuhammadAli-jd2ut hey!? Can you teach me how to write a poem? Ik you can't teach someone but still i wanna give it a try
They're great, I hope you are still writing bro
The cat
Sat on
The mat
xD
ShoutingParalized *Cries* That's beautiful 🙏🏼😌😓
A rat went by
The rat was fat
The cat caught the rat
Iconic
A sausage of happiness.
I wouldn't mind if this lady ate my sausage if you know what I mean
TheBri656 ewwwww gross
TheBri656 nasty ass nigga
In the day of war
I shall rise.
The day I rise
Is the day I fall.
All will march
Into the land of ash.
Here we fight
And here we die.
The sight of victory
Is a distant memory.
The sight of defeat
Is the enemy’s dream.
The time is near
For the army of ash.
Today is the day
I shall be remembered.
Me: *how do you write a poem*
She answers: *the sausage of happiness*
😂😂😂
My first attempt :)
she is literally a rose
along with thorns she arose
with all her difficulties enclose
only her smile being expose
with all the deep sorrows she grows
only the light of her character glows
its really nice :D
“The Room With Two Beds”
The light poured blue
over the stark steel,
Lighting upon the magic
liquids in there sacks
Dr
Ipp
Ing out of plastic veins.
They hold her, but only
for a fleeting moment.
The white paleness is not
foreign to me.
She lies etherized-
A slight woman in a bloated facade
Clinging and clawing at the edge of a great precipice.
But who then has farther to fall?
why did she have to use sasuage as an example.... smh
she want some kinky poems
A connection through the ink,
Bleeding through the thin tree skin,
A piece of me sink,
Into a world without a sin,
Judge me today,
Oh! judge me tomorrow,
My journey to self-healing...
...begins with these words of sorrow.
good
Awesome!!
Your profile pic matches this poem so well
That’s dope
I'm bored an alone so wrote this poem about how quiet it is please dont nick it, hear you go -
Quiet.
The lights hum and the wind whispers
But it's so unbelievably quiet.
No noise no sound no movement no...
No Nothing.
The clock waves in silence, barely ticking
Half the speed, calm, gentle clicking.
This goes on for hours, or many a few seconds.
Rain gently pumels the ground creating a thin layer of hope.
Quiet.
Peacefully, the wind seems to hammer at the houses.
The light seams to hide behind the branches
But its quiet.
No planes, no machines no talking, no...
Absolutely nothing.
Empty?
Perhaps, with the day so busy, the morning so bright
The night is now lonesome, no proof of anything.
Quiet.
I really feel it.
Dainty taps of the leaves on the window panes, distant voices in sleepy houses.
Bus still.
It's so, so quiet.
💜💜💜 keep making
I have to write a poem for homework.
lol me too
Noah Now same we have to talk about something social or political like Donald trump or civil rights and I don't even know where to start I haven't wrote a poem in my entire life
Noah Now yh me to I've got to do 8 in one night
Noah Now same i have to write 4-5
How did it go? Will you give us an update??
I started writing a poem about a feeling of rejection, and it turned into a really long, theatric narrative.
haha .. it happens .. but keep going anyway
welcome to the world of writing 😂😂😂
The cups in my room tend to stay, it's okay, I've never tried to get rid of them anyway.
The cups in my room tend to pile. Guess I hadn't really washed them in a while.
I tend to push the cups in the corner. That's how I got the nickname, "Cup Hoarder".
Only once or twice a year, I'd make someone wash them. The fear in their eyes used to be funny, just watch them.
Sometimes I'd actually wash them on my own, I'd put them back into the cupboard, a place they can actually call home.
The cups are never gone for long, I'd get thirst and forget to put them back. Drinking from them feels good, it lets me forget everything I lack.
I'd mostly put the cups in my backpack and bring them to school. Seeing the fear in the student's eyes as they wash them always made me feel cool.
My former classmates to beg to differ. I used to find it funny when I made them wash, as if their bodies couldn't get any stiffer.
They used to be scared of me because of the amount of cups I made them wash. If they didn't wash them right, the would be a cost.
I still have cups in my room, obviously. Now I know the only one that can correctly was them is me.
At this point you may think the cups are a metaphor for some kind of depression I'm casting. In reality, they're about my anger, bottled up and everlasting.
this was soo good idk why it wasnt at the top i really enjoyed it you're awesome ( btw would like to read some more if you have written others than this)
Love it! this on has strongest storyline!!
I liked that
Loved it
Tbh I tought cups were a metaphor of dead bodies or slaves or something
and this poetry !
this is my life !
if that all
and it's the end
then tell me
how does it
all begin?
at the bottom
of the surface?
or
at a dead-end
rainbow?
how i hate
spoken word poetry
but i love to speak
these words
yes this is poetry
where it all begins
spoken words
shared among
friends
Albert Pringle ua-cam.com/video/JXe9UOLMfOw/v-deo.html please have a review on this, thanks
Birds, Breeze, Beautiful Things
A bright sunflower up above
A chemistry of cells flickering in between
Cursed with prohibited love
A butterfly with a sacred past
And a moth with the presence of hope
A connection that was meant to last
With anxiety that could cope
But all this was just a fantasy
While the beautiful night starts to cry
The light starts going down the drain
The soothing voice begins to lie
And time slowly starts filling with pain
While sleep is just death being shy
Misery will over take love
Loves easy to say goodbye
Until a butterfly comes by again So I’ve been working on this for a while now, any thoughts?
Since nobody has shared their thoughts and it's been 2 years.. might as well share mine because I feel bad.
ITS ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! YOU'RE REALLY GOOD! (no type of exaggeration, I really do think you're really good.)
Damn! That is very good. Please don't stop writing.
Ohh so it doesn't need to rhyme sometimes
"While sleep is just death being shy" is such a nice line, though I feel like the main idea of the poem is disjunct and not entirely present. Good use of language, however.
She was so simple and yet so majestic.
"It's the past"
It's the past that holds me back from the future I dream for
It's the past that doesn't let me forget my fears
It's the past that makes me drown into the pool of emptiness
It's past that brings back memories
It's the past that I hate
It's the past that reminds me of the old me
It's the past where it all started
It's the past that made me what I'm today
I am alone here
Rich yet poor
I have nothing to fear
For ive seen the roof and the floor
I am a laughing stock
Laughing outside dead inside
My heart is really broke
For i have no one to sit beside
Many friend in social media
Yet I am alone
Every news in wikipedia
Yet I am naive as a stone
Free me from the curse
Help me hence
Avoid filling my purse
Help me jump the fence
i love the comment section bruh oh lord
A raincloud never goes
it only grows
it grows bigger
and even bigger
but in the raincloud
there is a happy cloud
MY BEAUTIFUL BROKEN BUTTERFLY 🦋
oh butterfly,
my beautiful butterfly,
why must you be so sad?
i see it in your eyes
you hold a lot in, which is not very wise
oh anxiety, i know the feeling
it’s uncontrollable
when you have a lot on your mind
you hope others don’t see,
but i’m not blind
you are my butterfly,
my beautiful butterfly,
your wings are your beauty
but yet, you can’t see them
please open your eyes
oh my poor butterfly,
i know how this feels
I wish to help you,
but you have a wall up to help you deal
oh my poor butterfly,
my beautiful broken butterfly,
i hate this is what you feel
i sure hope you heal
“Moses” by Estephanie
The sound of a river
Now slowly I’m drowning
The sound of wind
Now the whistles have spoken
The sweet whispers of sorrow
The pain of everything has now followed
Running away I take it all in
The pain cannot compare to the tranquility of your win
You crushed it all up and still expect me to film your torture
Nothing can compare to the sickness that swallowed me
I take you in like a sunset in June
But I don’t use you like you did
I forgive you and all is right within
What?? sausage of h- never mind, you already know what I'm gonna say
Self-Pity is a sentiment that is felt
When an agonizing delay arises
It is like an unfathomable mental pelt
That engulfs the soul, and it all comprises
Of one’s incapacitation to push through all the dilemmas
But once a slight comfort is reached, that one moment can be enough
To break through the phycological hindrance of productivity
And re-awaken the being as a recipient
To the gift to surmount
What before they could not expound
Heroes we never forgot.
Our heroes fought
Our heroes strived
Our heroes rot
Our heroes died
Be struck with pain
Be struck with guilt
Even the mighty
Would start to wilt
I love my country
For what we endured
Our heroes made sure
Our survival was ensured
Now we have freedom
After the war we fought
But it’s all because
Of the heroes we never forgot
👍
My first poem
. To my friend.
I don't know if you remember me
But I do
I miss you
I feel empty standing on my knees
Waiting for you to come
Or maby I'm to dumb
Cuz you may never come
Are you happy with your New friend
I hope your friendship never end
Cuz I just wante you to be happy
I don't care what will happen to me
I heard you were crying last night
so I woke up at the midnight
I talked to the moon
Couldn't sleep until noon
But them someone called me
They said they are worried about me
But I didn't care
Cuz they will forget me too
Just like you
Just tell me you are not alright
I promise to listen to you all night
You can lean on my shoulder
I will be there for you
And walk though the darkness with you
But I know when we reached the light
You will leave me and I will be alright
Cuz I'm used to loneliness
I'm used to walking alone in the darkness
You forgot me to soon
Don't you remember when we werw looking at the moon
And you said I miss you
You forgot me to soon
Don't you remember hugging me
Or fighting over me
I miss the old days
When we were together
We thought our friendship will las forever
But it was just a dream
A sweet dream
but it's alright
It's not a dream actually it's called life
And Life is a roller coaster
One day you will reach the sky
And one day you will fall in the ground
Whatever thanks for making a best memories in life
But please I need you so don't hide
I wrote this poem for you to read
To beseech your wisdom to be freed
From the shackles of fear that should be depose
So you can run where you suppose
Shut those illusions whispered in your ear
For the rawness of you psyche should be bare
Sing the words that you once resist
Let your voice be heard as I insist
I wish this poem reach your soul
Spread like a wildfire through your wall
To let it warm even the coldest abyss
How I wish the sense shall not miss
the night is so dark
like my mind for the law
i think about the world
and know i only get hurt
~I AM A SUPERSTAR!
Roses are red
Violet are blue
I can't write poems
No matter what I do
Roses are red
violets are blue
and if you can't
who cares what you do? :P
@@stamatissavvanis5862 i care 👌
@@Jeffrey.__. I give you an F for supporting dull poetry :P
I thought u just did it.
Roses are red
Violet are blue
You should still try
Till you slay
Cuz neither i am, cant
But still do what i lack
Oh the loneliness, oh the pain.
All the constant emotion with no gain.
Always questioning if you are enough.
Always wishing you were a bit more tough.
Knowing you are not alone.
Yet feeling alone in every bone.
Surrounded by those that say they care.
Yet feeling almost too unworthy to bear
They give you the kindest of words with the purest of intention. Yet your dark and twisted mind denies them with its constant intervention.
Deep down you know hope can be found. But you are always left wondering when it will come around.
But then it comes, sudden and surprising. You can finally see the sun rising.
The problems of old are washed away. Again you can see the light of day.
The psyche of the brain abandons it’s once destructive views. It finally sees through its own dark ruse.
You allow yourself into happiness’ embrace. In the end you can find the joy in knowing you have run your race.
Sausage of happiness!
I have been a poet for six months and i enjoy it (: Here are some poems i write, some are depressing, some are joyful.
Looking up to the sky
What is life, and why?
Why do we lie?
Why should we try?
Then comes pouring rain
Which swiftly ends up down the drain
Like tears that don't stain
But come soon and later again.
Little know depression
An unpleasent dimension.
Of a dark Earth
A cold burning hearth.
The Weight and pain on your mind
There is no action that says kind.
There is a bluebird
Which is often heard
Singing a sweet tune
As beautiful as a full moon
It sings all morning
Joys the mourning
You can never be alone
And she is not a clone.
That's lovely..
Can you write a poem for me? If I give you a topic pleaseee? ?
Human conditions
A moral conscience always seeks the “right” way
Whether it be in actions or thoughts or words to say
One thing is certain throughout it all
Not everything will be precise moral call
A Loving heart will always choose
And give up all the things it has to lose
Whether it be a love for one or even a materialize thing
It will give in for a lick hope for the unrealistic means
A broken mind will always feel pain
The hope of losing its trauma is always in vain
Maybe it will see the bright light up above
Or the dark depths of nothing, will it succumb
A curious eye is always to blame
For all the things that was dealt through serious pain
May a locked mouth be unable to do much
To collect all the filth and dirt left unable to discuss
All theses things may be an allusion
To all of our human thought and or confusion
May it be known that these feelings are brief and inconsequential
As everything matters not, nothingness is inevitable
* I just fixed this up but it’s my favorite poem even if it is boring*
Just finished up a poem do ya’ll like it?
Perfect story is a story achieved by mistakes
Perfect humans cannot express their feelings
Perfect people are people filled with pain
Perfect intelligence is only a myth
Perfect score on a test is a statistic of lies that will change
Perfect fire cannot burn
Perfect lie cannot last
Perfect friend is your future enemy
Perfect emotion is not an emotion
Perfect picture is a picture drawn by grief and sadness
Perfect is a word to describe what is unachievable
Perfection cant change your life
But mistakes can
I loveee it .
This is one of the best I’ve read in this comment section.
Thx for the advice I really need it for school :D
I wrote this some months back:
*WHY JUST WHY?*
My brain orders me to get over him
My heart laughs
My brain says it's a just a phase, you'll eventually forget him.
My heart laughs even louder
My brain says you don't care about him
My heart laughs louder and louder and falls, for him.
I shatter into pieces. I cry my heart out.
My brain says he's taken
My heart says I am happy for him then.
My brain repeats HE'S TAKEN, this time louder and clearer
My heart says I don't want him to be ours. But can he not pretend to care.
Then my heart shouts
If he cares, he won't ignore us.
If he doesn't, WHY DOES HE LIE? WHY? JUST WHY?
Oh my brain!
How can I forget him?
Even if he doesn't think about me even once,
I can never stop thinking about him.
HE IS MY EVERYTHING,
MY EVERYTHING
Sausage of happiness lol. Good video, simple, and well executed. The womens a poet, shes expressive about her love of the sausage
I watched them grow
As I stood below
No courage was left
No courage to show
I hear them talk
I heard them speak
About the things
That make me, me
I tried to stop
I saw no end
I finally found
The root to them
I pulled and pulled
Tired I grew
This didn’t slow me
Not this time it would
i know when my sausage feels happiness ahaha
lol
lol😂😂😂
"The sausage of happiness." I am laughing so hard on this sentence. XD
Best poem idea ever
This is one of the poem on rain and a conversation with the earthly man….
And here is the poem-
*Address to the Rain God*
I sat gravely before the window,
watching the dark that laid before me
profoundly thinking for a moment or so,
about the Showery world that I could see.
And up the heaven, I looked henceforth
Towards the paradise, till the eye's sought
'What makes him rain such?'
'Brutish he is' is what I thought.
Above the world I looked far end
And beneath came the God of Rain
Thundering the skies and the heart of men
stiffening the shower that had went insane.
I stood there aquivering with fear
for he stood in front of me
and asked me for my remembrance
knowing well that it is he who caused it.
Politely I said with tongue no less,
"This world is beautiful with creations unparallel"
But the unstoppable rains have made such mess
Why don't you stop that you shall!
'It is you the humans', replied he 'who pray for rain'
The rain that quenches the Earth's thirst
Deepening the swift streams that long last
And then calling for it to return to the den.
And Oh! the inner me felt deafeated
But I stood there losing no faith
But that was prime, this is subordinate
"Has the thirst, vanished not yet!"
The rain has caused havoc on crust
The temporary world is biting the dust
Fields overflowed by the tyrant rain
'Floods and rain', are they same?
The king of splashes was pleased with me,
At least what I thought from what I saw
And replied with a strong voice
With the winds added to his draw.
Glad are you, jolly are all,
Happy are you when the rains do fall.
Irrigating the fields," the mother earth weeps
For the joy, that water beneath seeps.
The joy lasts shorter do remember,
For nothing lasts Forever
and sorrow after joy is a chain of cycle
Each in it's time is completely great
So he told and so he went
Leaving an impression that long lasted
Shaken was I and ended up in faint
Oh the conversation was just what I dreamt.
The story still doesn't end here and I ain't,
For it teaches that nothing is permanent.
Time heals everything, just wait for the day
For joy and sorrow both are great.
Joy comes after Sorrow, misery after happiness
Just don't look behind the eternal fence.
Life is not a bed of thorns, wise men say,
For a man on alms is a king next day
Here is the link ua-cam.com/video/kTBUKLOasr8/v-deo.html
at times.
he made me feel so sick that
i didn’t know what it was like to just be happy with myself.
showed him every aspect of the universe
and all he showed me were emotions that i didn’t need
like guilt and anger and sadness to high a degree.
its like
the more i fell in love
the more and more i hated time.
the first cut to my wrist
was sucked up by a black hole called his mind.
im flattered that i can’t fix him but
can he even fix himself.
My first poem hhh
water of loneliness
flowing all over my veins,
thinking of how to get rid of it,
finding someone to help,
but no one can.
you might drown if you take it seriously,
but you might float if you find someone to make you happy,
if you wanna fight loneliness,
you need to find some happiness.
ps. this is my first time, i need some tips
It was nice listening to you mam. I necessarily don't write my poems in rhymes... What I learnt from your video is, poem is all about sound. I don't recite my poems loudly and clearly. I read it fast and not recite it rhythmically... Thank you so much
This is helpful for us who wants to write a poem, thanks a lot😍😂✨
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Here it comes to the petal of mind,
it jumps ahead whenever it climbs,
it all ends with humongous disobedience,
but seldom to know it starts with skepticism.
HOW I FEEL
Can't explain how I feel
It's like I'm choking on my words
Drowning in my feelings
My body feeling numb
I can't handle this feeling
Your words repeating in my mind
Why am I like this
Why do I ruin the best thig I have
Why am I to blame for all our fights
AND why am I so scared
Sacred of loosing
Scared of letting go
Scared of being my self
And scared of my past
See I was always put down
I was never enough
I was never too perfect
I can't stop this feeling
I can't stop beating my self up
Calling my self names
But I am not to blame
When it was always the same
I need someone to except me
Except me as I am
When I can't except myself
Love the true me
When I can't love myself
I know there's nothing wrong
But my mind won't stop
Telling me u will leave
Because I'm all messed up
I know I am your pair
I know I am yours
But please understand
That I am in so much pain
And I don't know why
So please hold my hand
Show me that your here
Through all my struggles
Show me good i near
Because I can't heal alone...
Maryam c.
I LOVE THIS it touches my heart
I’m crying
Can I use this in my assignment please...
Thank you!!
@@erwinmijarrs8637 with my name ?
Sureee!! Thank you!
Thanks for the tips,I hope to put them to good use and do my best.
*Flower of jealousy*
It was suppose to be you and me
Through dark and light
Through day and night
But yet you sow on another seed
Water and shine it
While letting me go unattended
Like a weed on the street
Oh I have bloom certainly
But instead of love
It was jealousy.
This is so good
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Oml you are amazing!
Happy saussage was angry that morning
I chuckled at " the sausage of happiness".
she has a good explanation yo look around and start with wat ever u see thats cool n keep on from there helped me a shit load thx
A day you laughed through tears. Can y'all please give me some lines to write on this topic?
Great guide. Completely agree about writing by hand. It also activates more parts of the brain!
Here’s my first poem
Hope you enjoy
“Sitting under the sunshine
Staring at what could’ve been mine
Thinking about what i had lost
Telling myself that it’ll be ok
but also blaming myself for it
It wouldn’t change anything anyway
It Feels like a grief
Of a loved one
Doesn’t feel real
It feels like a dream that i cant escape
It doesn’t feel right
But i try to convince myself that it will be.
I keep blaming myself for it
For everything
I tried everything
All that i could
It still wasn’t enough
The memories haunt me
Everything reminds me of that day
Every step that i take reminds of what i fear most
I should’ve known better
Done better
So it would be different
So that none of this would happen
Hoping that telling myself this would make me feel better
That the guilt would suddenly go away
But it doesn’t
My dreams follow me everywhere i go
It’s a daily struggle
,That never ends
Thinking to myself that none of this will worth all the
Pain
Suffering
And the Guilt
That if it could all end peacefully
I would
But I know i have to keep fighting
I know I can’t make it like how it used to be
I know that it wont ever be the same
It never will be
But i have to do the least that i can
I hope one day i wont have to like with the guilt anymore
And be set free from my constant nightmares
Even though i know i don’t deserve to
I hope i can move on
Live my life how i used to to.....
When my life was normal and boring
But at least i was happy
I wasn’t under constant fear
Feeling unsafe
Or being chased by my nightmares
I just hope that I’ll have what I’ve lost
No matter the time or effort
I’ll find it ”
- Sakura
I love ur poem’s
Running down the same road
Being stopped at the end
No matter how fast I go
I never get too far
They always catch me at the bend
He tells me to get in the car
Then the tapping of her shoes
The smell of a home cooked meal
Movement in her wrinkles
As she's explaining how I feel
I feel a lecture coming
I try my best to zone out
But I'm never too convincing
She can tell I'm not really listening
So she begins to shout
The cat will run outside
The dog won't wag his tail
And I'll keeping hoping to hear what's fair
But I know that never happens
And on the the other side of the house
My father will sit in his chair
Looking out the window
Turning up the TV
To drown out all her screaming
And from the street my house looks grey
Inside it's full of dreaming
Finally I'll won't have to blend
Dreaming of how
Just one day
They won't catch me at the bend
Wow, awesome! 😄
I liked the way you explained the things.
Wall to wall, the concrete climbed.
Highs and lows
that which flows
bricked to my mind.
love you
Give me a clue
To love you
Express in art
That you are my heart
All sky are blue
I wanna love you
Don't look back
Don't let you take
If it is I will be death
You're all mine
I'm all yours.......
You should dare
To love me again
Actually this is the first thing I wrote myself .......bt still I Love it very much and I think it is the good poet or writing of my own
Great thanks for your big advice. Yes You're right, I have to follow my feeling, mood first, not logic, pattern..
I tried so I apologize if this is badxd
Secrets’ that were untold never thought it would be told.
Holding your hand with a gentle little squeeze though you were holding another hand that was never mine
I kept it slow, slowly but surely wasting my time.
I thought and thought every little day that passed by.
Each time when I remember that day, it brings back the memories that we both made.
We met once again after years of remaining on this earth because I felt the one to blame.
I said my words to you, reaching for your forgiveness.
You already know that I left you with no remorse.
You're too kind to this world.
So why do I still feel ashamed to this day?
*MADE*
she was broken,
For the choices she MADE.
here hands were beautiful,
Enough to create and destroy,
But She forgot,
Here hands weren't canvas,
For the scars she MADE.
she wasn't perfect,
But She tried everyday,
And she became responsible,
For the disaster She MADE.
She alone to herself,
Cried everyday,
So that something would change,
For the conclusion She MADE.
forgiving was her principle,
Love was her nature,
She died there in sorrows,
And lived never once,
For the life she MADE.
I volunteered to participate the poem writing competition. I am finding ways to get better .
"A sausage of happiness", 😂😂 It was the funniest thing I heard today.
The happiness of the kettle was shattered by it’s jealousy of my sausage.
Yours.Truly
Roses are red
a word is masses
YOU MADE COOKIES FROM GRANDPAS ASHES
😂😂😂
wow! This was really very helpful. thank you so much
And the end of the tunel it lies
It feels so hard to reach and my I feel mi skin falling a part
It breaks and cracks as I run
The air starts to sharpen
In my hands I notice the weakness
And I feel like I can see it far away
Just standing there, the sausage of happiness
Poem name: Midnight Blue
[Stanza]
I don’t wanna die, but I don’t wanna live, but I do
I don’t wanna fly, but I don’t wanna land either, but I do too
I don’t know what it is whether it be the raging at nothing from Coke or whether it be the crying in my room for another chance to fly with the eagles and touch heaven again.
I just don’t know and I’m afraid that someday I won’t even know myself anymore
I’m afraid that one day every Bible verse I read like psalms, Corinthians, or Romans will one day fly my mind and escape out the door where all of the bygones may lay.
I’m afraid that one day I will forget you and forget myself too
[Stanza 2]
There’s a wall with a man inside
Aiden, Valentino, Acilia, Alice, Divine and I, all try to break the wall to figure out who this strange ethereal man is.
The fireflies are crying as they’re trying harder and harder to forget it all
Los Angeles is crying as he’s dying
Meanwhile Aiden, Valentino, Acilia, Divine and I break the wall
Only to realize that that man is me
[Stanza 3]
Everything that my rage sees is red
Like the red wine, red Mercedes, and cherry lime that I cherish with all my heart
Deep down I’m still that little boy that I used to be; sweet to the core but dull on the surface
It’s just that now, the sun rises and covers it with a heavier blue that mankind has not ever put their hands on yet
[Verse 4]
Valentino, please, stand me on my tippy toes as the night covers up the woes
Seal the sealed bruises even more and cherish them with pink bows
Because as time and time goes on I realize I can’t do everything with one fist and will eventually have to use more fists
To the crows, please don’t add me to your list of darkness
Let the doves shine me so bright, ethereally, and angelically
Let me be free, let me be a passion
As I am a brother of two, a son of two, and a friend to who
As I travel back to the heavens, I say farewell to my woes and breathe in the midnight blue
I am a boy
I used to play with toy
But now I like boys
At night i still play with toys
And what do i play ?
Well u guessed it am gay
I support!!
Roses are red
Violet's are blue
I have a sausage
And it's my happiness too.
Sometimes it's active
Sometimes it dies
But through patience
It continues to survive
thank you for that wonderful advice 😊
A dark future is yet to come,
Upon this earth, where we lay,
A home for all, but not for long,
As death will arrive, we fade away.
With man made weapons and guns,
And careless decisions we make,
Our earth is edging near,
To an end and deathly fate.
Two thousand years of life and death,
Of fights and battles and wars,
All settled now, peace has shone,
But too late we care, too late we warn.
A problem shown, unable to change,
Animals die, none left at all,
We don’t care, we are the rulers,
Unless there’s a human death toll.
Our earth has peaked, no way but down,
The bell will chime when all is gone,
It’s clear to see, we are the cause,
That words can’t change, not even a song.
Actions speak louder than words,
Although this poem won’t change anything,
Our actions won’t do, our home is gone,
We’ve lost it all, all and everything.
I want to write
No idea where to began
It's just a piece of paper
In which I'm losing again and again
It's a cloudy day still hot as summer
Beating my heart loud, this nasty drummer
I felt so vulnerable inside
When you caught my sight
I can tell you everything I feel
Everything I felt
it was a Chilly morning
When you stole my heart
Without a warning
I want to know
Did you're heart also skipped a beat
When you saw me with yourr brother
Preet.
your conversation is like a poem !
The best poetry IMHO is verse that naturally flows from one's mind, not that which is forced. But this is, of course, subjective and admittedly my particular view. My best poems (again, being subjective here) seem to flow from the ether and are somewhat mystical in a sense.
Nice video, it inspire me to write more.
You are brilliant, can you tell me what kind of word to use?
I'm trying to encourage my sister to write poems
Writing is so magical
Lol why is the sausage of happiness so funny
The Dance Under the Lune and The Stars
The effervescent lune shines upon us
Hand out in invitation,
"Shall we have the dance of the decade?"
The stars create the dance floor;
The lovely lune as the spotlight,
And hands over hands,
Two dance throughout the night.
*i am the author of creative writing for dummies* she said with no emotion
I look around
Without a sound
The silence filling my ears
I hear water
drowning my fears
I can see others
standing rightfully
in place
While I stand in
an empty space
They all have reasons
They do as they do
For I am stuck here to
Never be like you
.
.
.
.
Idk.....I'm bad at this.......
If I could fly
I could reach mountaintops
I would soar high into the heavens
Past the clouds
Past the sky as it forms a gradient to black
Past the stars
I would soar to the heavens
But why stop there?
The universe is ever-expanding
Infinite void, with yet somehow a limited reach
Everything drifts further apart
But we don't have to
If I could fly
I would rise to the heavens
But I would return
From high above
Because home
Is where we can truly feel love
The flower of jealousy
was bloomin in my heart
when I thought I cought you lying.
I adored you from the start.
The kattle of rage
was boiling in my soul.
I grabbed my bags and drove away
when we couldn't fix the hole.
I bought me a bottle
and took a firm shit.
Along came the sausage of happiness,
that was the end of it.
.
The Sausage of Happiness
Keeps me up at night...
Oh lonely day,
Oh, sleepless night,
Forever are
You in my sight.
My life moves on
Yet you remain.
It is so hard
To not be slain.
Be struck with pain,
Be killed by guilt.
Even the mighty
Would start to wilt.
But one must move,
Never be caught.
As life is never
What you thought.
tal mcgee oh my god this is beautiful
beautiful 💕
well reading that made have mixed emotions
tal mcgee it was really touching..
tal mcgee Bars 🔥🔥🔥