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post your poetry, and someone must comment on it...

Then post one of there own..

All people must be supportive, and kind.. They may not call other poems bad, or not good at all...


You have to BE NICE please!

Thank you...

Hidden Fears
You see me smile
You hear my laugh
You notice my tears but don’t react.
You never knew that I was depressed because
Of the way my emotions were dressed!
My hearts been broken for a long time
Thanks to the nothing you have done
You weren’t there you never will be
You will never see the me I grew up to be.
I thought myself into a depression
Hold on mom wait please
Be patient I haven’t finished telling you how you effed
Up my life
Okay I get it, up and leave
Not like I thought you would change anything.
I realize now what I haven’t before
Your best talent is walking out the door.
Mom I understand this is hard
But you know you left me emotionally scarred
I went to school beat black and blue
But you always knew what to do
Lie Amber tell them you fell
I’ll hit you harder if you squeal.
Then I would come home and do it again
Cause momma had to tip the bottle again.
I’d scream and cry and try to stop her
But momma hit me harder and harder
She pushed me down and called me names
That’s why I’m so cold today!
Thank You
Amber Nicole Morgan

i like this poem. sometimes i feel depressed too.

My Room
Inspired by “My Room” by Joe Powning

My room
My sanctuary
My peace and quiet
From the confusing world.

My room
My library
Where I can
Get lost in a book.

My room
My holding cell
Stuck there
When I’m grounded.

My room
My canvas
Imagination runs wild
When I draw.

My room
My hiding place
Playing hide and seek
With my niece.

My room
My sanctuary
My library
My holding cell
My canvas
My peace and quiet
From the confusing world.

oh i love that!!!

You all write so well!! :)

I'm jealous of everyone's talent! I can't write poems at all. They all come out so boring and don't sound good.

Awh, I'm sorry.. :)) I can help you! :))

It's okay! Poetry has never been my cup of tea. Only poems I really like are the kid's one by Shel Silverstein.

hahaha he is myyyyy FAVORITE poet!! :))

Kyle ( Rebel Leader) wrote: "EAST OF EDEN

If water is all that we see in a tear,
Then we've come east of eden.
If we're too blind to see that the earth has a reason to cry,
Then our lives have been in vain.

If faith no longe..."

I reallllllllyyyyyyy love your writing.. :))

Kauthar wrote: "i like this poem. sometimes i feel depressed too.

My Room
Inspired by “My Room” by Joe Powning

My room
My sanctuary
My peace and quiet
From the confusing world.

My room
My library
Where I c..."

annndddd, Kauthar... I was left suspenseful durring this, you are very very talented! :)))

♥Amber wrote: "hahaha he is myyyyy FAVORITE poet!! :))"

I love his poems also! There so simple yet so great

kevinjonaslover.♥ wrote: "♥Amber wrote: "hahaha he is myyyyy FAVORITE poet!! :))"

I love his poems also! There so simple yet so great"

Yes, ma'am they are! :))

♥Amber wrote: "Kauthar wrote: "i like this poem. sometimes i feel depressed too.

My Room
Inspired by “My Room” by Joe Powning

My room
My sanctuary
My peace and quiet
From the confusing world.

My r..."

awww thank you Amber!!!!!!

Here's a couple of mine :D

Your Sadness Mirrored

The coldness of an angry lover makes you cry,
You've lost his love, but still no closure, wonder why?
Lying in her arms helped you with the coping,
All the while wishing for his love, always hoping.
She strokes your back with a friendly tenderness,
You wish for a comfort that is warm and genderless.
Held tightly, you toss in your sleep,
The wounds he's caused have cut you deep.

You see your sadness mirrored in her stare,
She will be the one that is always there.
When they leave you, crying and alone,
All you have to do is pick up the phone.
Let her see your soul break in two,
She will be there to comfort you.
When you lose your heart in their demands,
There she'll be, with hers in her hands.

Corrosive Love

I want to let my hate die, rejoice in the pain,
The clouds, ever present, but no cleansing rain.
The blood dripping from my eyes, tears of total forgiveness,
My world has been shaken by a twisted bitterness.
Roses wilt from the wickedness I embrace,
The feeling of remorse, evading, yet I chase.
Stare my way and you'll never be the same,
See my soul through cold eyes and feel my shame.
Plagued by a corrosive love, I long for death,
Sadness fills my lungs, pain in my every breath.
To remove myself from the hell I call life,
Blood trickles down my neck, the cut, the knife.

I'm not a poetry fan but you guys write really good poems!

Here's mine.i wrote this some years back.it's not that good.


ME AND MINE

I'm a girl who loves the sound of thunder and wonders how a rainbow got it's colors.

I'm a girl who loves the sweet smell of earth when it rains and hates those who don't use their brains.

I'm a girl who likes to be frank and the same time likes to play a prank.

I'm a girl who who loves my school but hates to drool.

I'm a girl who loves hanging out with my friends and change with the moving trends.

I'm a girl who hates solitude and has a lot of attitude.

I'm a girl who chatter,chatter,chatter and chatter but my heart will never shatter.

I'm a girl who love myself and my life.........

That was really good Gatha!

thanks

np :)

i love it!!!

heres mine which i wrote for school...it was supposed to be about a word and i chose pandemonium

Pandemonium

Pandemonium is the crazy energy of chaos,

Its jagged edges ripping the fabric of tranquility,

The colors red and orange,

Splattering against a background of blue.


Pandemonium is a contagious virus,

Spreading like wildfire,

Impossible to put out.

One can only stand and watch,

And hope it doesn’t come too close.


Pandemonium is like insanity, madness,

It takes root in your mind,

Destroys the calm outside,

Reveals the confused soul within.


But pandemonium also describes a celebration,

Hard to control,

But everyone is joyous,

Letting go of all their troubles,

And having not a care in the world.

if its ok, i wrote another one that i wanted to post but its on a usb and so ill post it right now if thats ok cuz i wanna share but ill forget the usb...sorry if im not supposed to


If I Were Music



If I were music,

I’d be a piece so hard to understand,

With so many layers,

For the many parts of me.


Low staccatos for the beat,

For the repetition,

For my daily life,

The basic rhythm that ties me together.


And high arpeggios,

For the excitement and frenzy,

For the occasional hyper side,

The over-reactive, the vivace.


Then a sweet creative tune,

For the bookworm, artsy, musical, side of me,

For the practicality in me,

With a side of something simply crazy.


And then the always elusive counter-melody,

Of something far away, no here,

Of something deeply wanted,

Of something always escaping my grasp.

Interesting thoughts...thats cool!

Here's mine:

And Into the Night

We gaze at this great eternal unknown
Where stars twinkle in a beckoning light
And where every man must stand on his own
As he is swallowed by the yawning night
Forward now leads the path that we must take
While the moon shines bright, our one lonesome guide
Behond us it alights the marks we make
And watches as we travel this world wide
No longer cling we to the sunny day
We turn instead to the labrinth that dares
How eager are we, to have our own way
Into the darkness that watches and stares
So stumbling blind, mere children do we go
and what comes next, we never truly know.

Great poems everyone! I suck at writing poetry!

They're keeping us in suspense for the best...

me love tthemmm alll!

okay i wrote another one. just for fun


I'm Not What I Seem


I’m not what I seem.
People who think they know me
think I’m shy and quiet.

But they are wrong.

To my friends and family,
I am loud and would do things.

Things I wouldn’t dare do at school.
Sing and jump and play.

And laugh so hard and loud
The walls would shake.

And turn up the volume to music.
And dance like my life depended on it.

See, this is who i am.
Not some shy, quite girl.
But a loud, energetic, crazy girl.

Kauthar wrote: "okay i wrote another one. just for fun


I'm Not What I Seem


I’m not what I seem.
People who think they know me
think I’m shy and quiet.

But they are wrong.

To my friends and family,
I am lou..."
Great Poem!

Heres my poem :)


Im sitting here,
Waiting in the rain,
Im calling out your name,
But youre not listening.
I cant wait much longer.
I am almost gone.
Theres nothing left here for me now.
Youre the only one keeping me sane.
I cant yell much longer,
Someone needs to hear me out.
My throats on fire,
My voice is dying,
My hands are shaking,
My eyes are closed,
Im giving up hope.
Unless you come.
I will disappear.
My soul is fading,
My heart is breaking,
I cant hold on any longer.
I need you here.
With me.
Take my hand.
Tell me everything will be alright.
Never let go,
Never give up on me.
As long as youre here,
Ill be by your side.
But when you do go,
Promise me,
Youll never forget us.
In the end,
Ill be in the rain,
Crying.
But to bad no ones left to care.
After you left,
My spirit left too.
Now,
Everyone ignores me.
Acting like Im invisible.
No matter how much I scream your name,
I now know,
Youll never come.

Kauthar wrote: "okay i wrote another one. just for fun


I'm Not What I Seem


I’m not what I seem.
People who think they know me
think I’m shy and quiet.

But they are wrong.

To my friends and family,
I am lou..."

Hey, me too :)

Who wants a pancake,
Sweet and piping hot?
Good little Grace looks up and says,
"I'll take the one on top."
Who else wants a pancake,
Fresh off the griddle?
Terrible Teresa smiles and says,
"I'll take the one in the middle."

It's a poem titled Pancakes by Shel Silverstein!

It's a silly poem that i remember loving when I was younger.

My favorite is from a book called Lunch Money: And Other Poems About School.

I love Shel Silverstein!

My favorite one by him is:

All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin' in the sun, Talkin' 'bout
The things they
Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda done..
But those
Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas all
Ran away and hid
From one little did


I repeat it to myself and use it as motivation sometimes ^_^

Karina wrote: "I love Shel Silverstein!

My favorite one by him is:

All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin' in the sun, Talkin' 'bout
The things they
Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda done..
But those
Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas a..."


I found someone who did Shel silverstein nails:
http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhr...

UndECideD wrote: "Heres my poem :)


Im sitting here,
Waiting in the rain,
Im calling out your name,
But youre not listening.
I cant wait much longer.
I am almost gone.
Theres nothing left here for me now.
Youre the..."

Cool poem, I like the staccato feel of it. :)
Here's mine, though it's a bit lengthy, and I don't know if anyone will figure out who the speaker is. But please bear with my poem. :D


The Warrior's Revenge

Here, I sit alone inside my dark tent,
Staring blankly at the ceiling with my knees bent.
I can hear the beckoning sounds of the war outside,
But my want for quarrel, to no one I can confide.

Inside my head, I’m having my own war,
But it looks like I’m not making any progress so far.
Should I go out and quench my thirst for fighting?
And let go of my anger over Agamemnon’s unrighteous stealing?

If only, Agamemnon had been fair and just,
He wouldn’t have had completely destroyed my trust.
I care not if he is this troop’s captain,
If only Briseis, in my arms, had remained.

Yes, that covetous Agamemnon stole my spoil,
On bringing Chryseis back to her father, he had recoiled.
Chryses, priest of Apollo, had prayed to his god,
When Apollo Shootafar avenged him, the Greek army was trod.

From then on, in the fights, I firmly refused to partake,
My burning passion for war, I kept from being awake.
I keep having second thoughts, I was undecided,
But I didn’t want to surrender to Agamemnon after being cheated.

I longed to wear my heavy but glistening armor,
It was so difficult to suppress my deep fighting fervor.
I wanted so badly to wield my shining sword,
And increase the Trojan casualties by a hundredfold.

My best comrade approached me one day,
On borrowing my armor, he asked what I would say.
Patroclus told me that he wished to lead the Myrmidons,
He wanted to help relieve the Greek army’s helpless groans.

I was proud to see my armor on my dear friend,
But the grave danger he was about to face, I wasn’t able to comprehend.
How foolish of me to give him permission,
That sealed the deal on him being death’s acquisition.

How ignorant of me to let him join the war,
It was careless of me to let him go too far!
I didn’t expect him then to breathe his last breath,
It’s like I escorted him to the intimidating doors of death.

I drowned in the deep ocean of sorrow,
What have I done to make the Fates send me this woe?
The loss of my dear friend is just too great,
That I thought I wouldn’t be able to recuperate.

Patroclus’ death is like a cold splash of water to my face,
It woke up my dulling passion, and the sword, I slowly raised.
He made me remember the warrior that I truly was,
That my invincibility can never be passed.

Great strength burned through my every limb,
My soul was filled with dark passion up to the brim.
My heart seeks for the sweet taste of revenge,
Around my sword’s hilt, my hand tightly clenched.

I rushed out to the great Scaian Gates,
And my shouts for Patroclus, everywhere reverberates.
I pursued the man who killed Patroclus,
In my fight to death with Hector, I had nothing to lose.

As I saw fierce Hector coming out in the plain,
Immense anger flowed through my every vein.
I shall never be satisfied until I see this man’s body dead,
I don’t care if I stab him with my sword, or if I cut off his head.

Equal we were, in our tremendous strength,
On par we were, in our swiftness and stealth.
But with help from the wise goddess Athena who has come down,
The fall of Prince Hector became renowned.

Now, I have avenged your merciless death, my dear friend,
You shall remain in my memory until the end.
Patroclus, you are a great part of my soul that has been ripped away,
When on this mundane world, with me, you weren’t able to stay.

But worry not, my friend, for soon we shall meet!
The omnipotent will of the Fates, I cannot cheat.
Death has claimed me through a wound that will never heal,
And I will part from this world with an arrow in my heel.

kevinjonaslover.♥ wrote: "Karina wrote: "I love Shel Silverstein!

My favorite one by him is:

All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin' in the sun, Talkin' 'bout
The things they
Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda done..
But those
Woulda-Co..."

Haha that is awesome!

In a faraway place
Admist sparkling stars
in that vacuum of space
Is a planet called Zars

Zars is a land
Wherethe Zoorbles do roam
Bemeath bright colored planets
to them it is home

The zoorbles are special,
From their horns to their toes
they're covered with specles
From their feet to theor nose

And these Zoorbles ar proud
Oh yez, proud indeed
With their six legs and horns
And their dominance of speed

Now Atticus Zoorble,
He stood out a lot
He really was different,
he had not one spot.

His mane was quite wild,
It could not be tamed
His legs counted seven
Sohe walked as thoigh lamed

Every year on the eve
Of Zoorble-Hoorble Day,
The zoorbles traveled
Down the Woorble way

All except Atticus
Who was seen with disdain
Because he was different,
He was told to remain

So as they all left
He sat there and cried
He was more than appearance,
He was like them inside

Whe grazing alone
In his deep reverie
He heard a great shriek
It was not one of glee

He lifted his head
and pondered the noise
then went at a trot
Towards the forest of Zoise

Now the forest of Zoise
Had the mud hole of Gif
On the slippery path
To Ziffer van Dif

And the forest of Zoise
Sat on Woorble Way
And the mud he of Zif
Caught Zoorbles that day

Zoorbles who struggled
And wiggled and called
For the help of another
as their journey was stalled

Now Atticus saw them
And hurried with speed
Hoping he could give them
The help they did need

Those Zoorble saw him
And cried out in glee
For Atticus had come
To set them all free

Mattered not did his stripes
His mane, leg, nor horn
He got them all out
No more did they scorn

They thought him a hero
And said just as much
They gave him the trophy
Of Zimmer van Dutch

So that is the story
Of Atticus the Zoorble
Who saved his new friends
From something so horrible

Cool poem

Isn't it awesome!.i told her she sounded like Dr. Seuss!!..Thats a huge compliment because he is what got me reading in the first place :D

Sprite
Is my favorite soda
I drink it all the time
Had so many I can’t count
I have sprite everyday
I can’t live without it
Best soda in the world

Karina wrote: "Isn't it awesome!.i told her she sounded like Dr. Seuss!!..Thats a huge compliment because he is what got me reading in the first place :D"
:) love Dr. Seuss!

Me too! My favorite book by him is Oh The Places You'll Go...I made my little sister read it (she's 6) and she said "I don't understand this book" and when i asked her why she said "because he rhymes to much it doesn't make sense!" and then tells me I should read Ten Apples Up On Top because it was her favorite and it was "soo good"

Great poems everyone

Jay wrote: "Sprite
Is my favorite soda
I drink it all the time
Had so many I can’t count
I have sprite everyday
I can’t live without it
Best soda in the world"

SPRITE is the BEST!!!

Yeah it is

Kauthar wrote: "Jay wrote: "Sprite
Is my favorite soda
I drink it all the time
Had so many I can’t count
I have sprite everyday
I can’t live without it
Best soda in the world"

SPRITE is the BEST!!!"
I think Dr. Pepper is but I do love Sprite.