All about Writing and Words! discussion

Knock yourselves out and write some poems to warm the hearts of others, you can also practice writing them and acquire the help of other members to help you with it.

Roses are red but no words are said. A picture is thousands words and the story is unraveled.
Our warms heart full of love is now revealed on this day of Valetines.

WOOT WOOT!! Awesome, Amber!!

I'm feeling the love tonight! LOL

Lol :)

I have to go. I may not be posting anything tomorrow, but I'll try. Have a ton of HW to do and it's not pretty. :(

Awww, i didn't actually get much this week or last week :)

Damn. :(

:D

I feel so depressed, so ioslated, it feels cold and I don't want to stay here. I run and run but where to go? Is there a place to escape, but yet it seems so far away.
I don't know what do, to protect myself from the dangers that lurks everywhere. I'm hurt,verbaly and emotionaly. I've been bulied, I can't hear propaly and no one has consideration for moi.
No one cares and are heartless. I try to hear, but the experience is horrible and I don't want to hear no longer. Is there someone out there as generous and will save me?

((I know this isn't exacly a poem but a poem doesn't need to ryhme.))

I wrote these poems a while back. :) They're a bit...Depressing...But read them if you like. ^^

POEM 1

Everything felt so bleak and crestfallen,


I was empty and alone,

It was darker than anything I'd ever known

Drowing in the vast abyss,

Falling, falling, I was descending into darkness.

But as quickly as it was there it abruptly began to fade,

Sharper than any knife or silver blade,

It all disappeared in an instant.

POEM 2

What we desire is what we are never able to obtain.

Is life itself nothing more but a game?


Here I am, feeling half dead on the floor.

Nothing is the same anymore.


The sadness, the pain...

More painful than the wounds made from a continuous striking of a blade.


Why am I this way?

Will it all eventually subside?

I guess though, after everything, I can say to myself that I tried.


It's not gone. It'll always remain.


POEM 3

As I stand here, I recall memories that will always remain.

Why do I feel as though I'm being held by an unbreakable chain?

Remembering what was once there...

Did you really care?

I regret the things I've done; I feel so incredibly tense and blue.

But I guess an apology just isn't enough for you?

((Wow, that was amazing! It's so deep and dark, you have a talent for poem writing! Also welcome to the group and I hope you enjoy this group!))

((Make sure you use brackets to have a conversation or make a comment. But you don't need brackets when you're writing something down. Such as poems.))

(Thank you Amber!!! :D )

((Anytime!))

((Go on hotmail!))

((Okay!))

Glass falling to pieces, I was yours and you were mine, a heart smashed into small pieces, that's reveals our future and the past so far out of love.

Moonlight, so bright and so big, you could hardly grasp it. A ball full of ice and coldness. So black as night and cold as death. A little light with darkness. Shadows hidden with ghosts and spirits lost and holding on.

Closing my eyes, I see a world of true peace and everlasting love.
Will I ever find another that will last longer than the stars from above?

The feelings and experiences I felt,
Could I ever have it with someone else?
Without it being left in the heat to melt?

Still tangled in a lovesick mess,
Will I escape this darkness?

When you fall, you fall hard. Beware of the fallen hearts. Watch out for the carts. A broken heart, afraid to try again. A broken one, turns to ice, becomes cold as death and black as night. Full of darkness, fuelled by pain and grief.
Push away others and treat them horribly, unaware of the consequences, she may regret later. What she never realised she did it the last time in her old school. Friends left her doomed to her weakness of love and greed. Her love for one, became too much, even if she had won his heart, she lost it all in one heartbeat. Still, she doesn't understand what had happened, her thoughts get lost and her heart is stuck in the past. She is blind to love and to make everybody happy, but she lost a friend. A generous, kind hearted friend, someone who thought she would be friends with. Little did she know, how little she changed. She quickly turned away, went on another path, being conscious of the way, she was treated.
((A story, but in a poem style way. This is something personal, that had happened to me recently.))

Lost and all alone.
As if I was tossed out into the cold.
I felt weary and old.
Will I feel warmth, like I once did?
But who am I kidding?
Living on lost hope that makes me sound like a dope.
Do I have a chance, to get back in?
I dance with hope and dreams, hoping one day, I'll be happy.
Sure, I sound sappy, but where can I go, what path will lead me to the right place to where I truly belong?
I sing a song, wishing my voice will be heard and that one day, I'll be there with everybody else.

Broken

Longing for you

Wounded

Why can't I make it through?

This pain

I think I am truly to blame

I feel like carving into my own flesh
Desperate to escape this darkness

If I was to bleed
Would I succeed?
What if I was to finally be at ease?

For now, I know what to do
Hide the pain

Smile
Even if it takes a while

It all might drain

Like a newly lit flame
I might be myself again

~

Loving you
It was all I ever knew

I loved you and held you near
What I did wrong is now clear

I'm so sorry for those things I done
I know they cannot be undone

I wish you could hear me now, the screaming pain I have locked within

I continue to hope
I try to cope
But so lovesick and torn, I feel as though I'm starting to choke

Gasping for air
Wanting you
It's not fair
Needing you
It's too difficult to bear
Loving you
Why can't you be here?

It feels like yesterday
That we were together
But now those feelings have faded away
I'm only just getting through each and every passing day

I know this is stupid
I probably shouldn't be thinking this way
But I keep thinking we'll be together again someday

As I said, I am sorry
I screwed things up so much
Said stupid things, worried, made mistakes
I wanted so much more than your single touch
I didn't appreciate you
I was selfish
I wanted more

Before I didn't know what was truly right or wrong
I was wrong all along

But now I finally understand
I know what to do
I know how to love you

~

Your heart, which held nothing but light
It treated me so right

Once liquid gold
Has your heart gone cold?

Frozen and bitter
You shattered mine with lovesick glitter

I now see
And I remember those beautiful things you once said to me

Has your heart really gone cold?
Is there only so much darkness you can hold?

I continue to believe
That your love for me with never fully leave

Will your heart thaw?
Will we one day be reunited as before?

((Who's that about?))

((You could guess that, Amber. :) ))

((Tristen?))

((Yup! XD ))

((Well some of the words gives it away.))

((Also you think his heart has gone cold?))

((I guess a little. I dunno the thought crossed my mind, I thought I'd write about it. :) ))

((That's the way to go.))

((Yeah my thoughts are always explained better on paper. ))

((That's a reason, why I made this group. To make it easier for people to put down thoughts and feelings down on paper in a way that could help people. Not a lot of people know how to deal with problems the right way and this is a way to help others and bring out the poet in them. This folder is not only to help and to be a fun thing to do.))

(That's really nice of you. It was a great idea, too. :) ))

((I thought of it ages ago.))

(A poem I wrote today) "Blood spurs, blood stains. Wearing new shoes can cause so much pain. Walk a mile, try to smile. Now it rains, oh the pain!"

Dark Unknowable,
Weightlessness Unjustified,
Is it truly death?

Now, aspiring-heroes, know then that a war is not what you may expect of it:
A battle is a brutal rampage,
A slaughter,
A death-pit,
Your visions of glory; misinterpreted,
That a hero lived where all else died,
My point doth only certify!
Only shows the danger of a real territory contested.
Hark! You call me coward!
But is not a war recalled a war once fought?
So listen you who would go thou to fight,
For the myths I tell the point hath missed.
A hero amongst you I cannot see,
Else blind I am.
So what doth that leave?
A rabble,
Young men, to be killed afore their time,
And headstrong fools who incite them to act thus.
Listen to me, thy bard, appointed for my wisdom;
Fight not now: not later, not ever.
On the fields of death only death awaits:
The scarlet of spilled blood shall paint thee a ghastly shade;
The scent of fear, your own as much as thy foes, fills the mind;
The screams and shouts of pain and panic consume your ears;
And thee a mockery make.
Your courage and bravado so easily assumed far from the fray,
Yet near it tears shall reign, once the dispute sees blood.

((Is this your poem ,Joe?))

((Ya. I also posted it on my tumblr account, JoetheWraithseer, so you may have seen it from there. I wrote it for a poetry comp. at school and was robbed of a prize by clearly-inferior year 7's and a clear age bias.))

((Haha. :) It's really good, please make sure you say that it's yours!))

((Ok. I didn't see a scenario when I would post something that wasn't mine, but, U da mod.))

((Yeah, when you post something, such as a quote, Poem or a fictional story that's not yours, you must state, who's the creator of the quote, story or poem. Even if it's yours, tell us who it's from.))

((Yup))

((LOL! You posted twice! :) ))

((Oh. I'll delete one))

roses are red violets are blue
this is not my poem
so i bid goodday to you.

XD

a joirney like no other
that is my life
i venture to and fro
with no aim or matter
i climb high
i climb low
to find mynperfect and neverwlending goal.
would it be love
would it be peace
would it be my need for a peice of fish or a dish of beef?
i dont know nor do i care
because i know this journeybis in thebhands
of the eger present fate





and there you go. no grammer. non spelling. done on the spot. jave fun.

hehhej ^^ goes tto show my poem writting level.

bytw im on a phine so.......


oh ij oh


im onba phone
black and light
goodreads at habd
typing all i like
i have to sleep yet ibignore this need
addicted am i to the world of love??
i forget what to write
for typos take my hands
on a journey which leads to a cliff and hell??
i look at mynphone
laughing at my words
which make nobsence and dont seem to end
so im goigng to end
withba little farwell
for there are so many typos one can write in a day.


i call thisnpoem typo galore