Poetry Topic

[SRMS]

No title, bored and stressed and Tierd.


Its morning.
I wake up.
Where to go?
I am awake.
Its mid day.
What to do?
I am always
wanting to know.
What to do?
Where to go?
How to feel,
but still I
have no clue.
I fell asleep.
I have no dreams.
I close my eyes.
Only to open them.
Unlike others,
I have no rest.
What rest I get,
remains unknown.
So I open my eyes.
Its Morning.
What to do?
Where to go?
How to feel?

[Indomitable Knight]

I have several poems I've written on my DA if anyone is interesting in seeing them.
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Persistence -> Indomitable Knight

[Wilder]

I just wrote this one. No title. Thoughts?

I wonder what they think about the symbols
Society, economics, and of course, civil rights
If they know that the meanings of everyday things
Extend on beyond just their everyday lives

What would they say, if we told them their lives
Were an allegory for social and far-reaching change
If everything they knew and they held to be right
Was just a commentary Carroll arranged?

Do those fictional characters in those fictional worlds
Have rights beyond what their tales represent?
Can they truly be free, their lives left untouched
When their choices cannot their own God circumvent?

And what does that make us, if God does exist?
If we were His characters in Omnipotent tales,
Our lives but mere threads of a meaningful text,
And our possessions but symbols of Creation’s details?
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[Abyssinian_Kätzchen]

i have a poem!! XDD

And when you gaze long
into an abyss, the abyss
gazes also into you

well it isn't a poem. is more something philosophyc

[thedemonroron]

My poems are rather personal and also more like songs but in order to understand this poem you need to know that I don't do happy poetry this is something that I put together shortly after suffering heart break I hope the themes are clear and I'm kinda embaressed to post it but...anyways i've bored you enough with the details this one's called

Nine O'clock Noose
Stood here the noose around my neck
And you under my feet
And the inner demons that you cant defeat
Want you want move

But you’ve done enough damage already
You’ve killed me
Inside and out
Not once but twice

But now I’m ready
For you to kill me
But now I’m ready
For the angel of dark to take me

Away from you
Death is the only escape
To take me away from you
Into the eternal dark!

I need to escape
I have to flee
Because in my mind
I am no longer me
I am someone I don’t want to be

you will always be you
and that is why
I have to go
And it breaks my heart just to know
That I can’t
That it hurts
And that it burnt
To think about you one last time

And I hope it hurts you to know
That before I go
You were the last thing I whispered
And as a ghost
The last thing I saw
Before.
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[thedemonroron]

this one i wrote after i found out my ex cheated on me. once again clear themes and more of a song than a poem. This is

Hearts Aren't Real Estate But Mine Is a State

One innocent heart up against the wall
In a line
And it’s mine
One innocent heart corrupted by your touch
You promised you loved me
But your promises don’t mean much

And I worked my way out of this rut
I realised you were just a slut
And this is my vengeance
This is your song
I don’t care how right I am
I think you’re wrong

I hope he was worth it
I hope he was good
And on my lips
I curse you
Every time he whispers
I hope you hear me
On his lips I hope you taste me

Don’t come crawling back
no, no, no
I’ll put up a fight
My bed is full
And you’re not inside

Get outta my head
Get outta my life
My bed is full
And you’re alone tonight

I hope that this hurts
I hope that this stings
Above it all I hope
He always tastes of me.
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[Battle]

I hate standing here
empty handed
not knowing what to say
like an idiot
as awkwardly I wait
biding my time
with some silly little ryhme
line after line
trying to justify your lies
but no more
not this time.

always waiting for your words to reach me again
always waiting for the moment where you can break me again
the build up
the tear down
I think you just like
to watch someone else drown
but I can't quite figure it out.

teach me a lesson
I can't take much more
lying with this bottle on the floor
getting asked what for?
my heart would give it all up
to be your whore
watching my ugliness bleed out
hearing your voice scream and shout
so many times, tried to say it outloud
instead drowning in my own self-doubt
I guess I'll never really figure myself out
I'm too busy being tangled up in what you're about.

always waiting for your words to reach me again
to take me to this place to break me again
to make me again
create me again
hate me again
the build up
the tear down
I think you just like
to watch me drown
but I can't quite figure it out.


standing here
I could wait forever
but my mind knows much better
it's not like, now or never
I just can't take it anymore
lying on your floor
empty
ugly
those eyes begging me for more
wishing
wondering
but I can't do it anymore.

done waiting for your words to reach me again
done waiting for you to be a friend
done waiting to be broken in again
done waiting, I'm feeling an end.

For you'll never have me like you had me again.

[kendricktamis]

I can't write a poem but i love to hear some poem. I founded some poem in this thread which has a good lyrics. I just post a my favourite poem give bellow.

Poem name :A Passing Glimpse

To Ridgely Torrence
On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides'


I often see flowers from a passing car
That are gone before I can tell what they are.

I want to get out of the train and go back
To see what they were beside the track.

I name all the flowers I am sure they weren't;
Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt--

Not bluebells gracing a tunnel mouth--
Not lupine living on sand and drouth.

Was something brushed across my mind
That no one on earth will ever find?

Heaven gives its glimpses only to those
Not in position to look too close.
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