So, just about everyone I know has their own thread in AMW, and I decided it was high time I started one of my own. I'm no artist, but I fancy myself to be a bit of a poet. Here's a few by myself:
The Five Seasons
In the cool of these days I lie in the grass and contemplate In a fresh and gentle haze These beautiful breezes of late I long for times to go on forever But alas, they always stay never
Through the days of heat I long for the autumn Through this swelting waves to beat A cold, wet column Like a fresh breath of life To end this heated strife
In these months so gold When fresh joy enchants The colours grow bold With gusts of cool windy rants I fear my life is gone When these perfect days move on
Like a renewal of heart These ages are bathed in white When gone are the times of hurt Here the young are fresh with delight Sweet peace, joy, and love Soon flies away like a dove
Ah, this fifth season It is how I am alive It ends without reason It all too soon doesn't arrive When this season is gone To the afterlife, I move on -------------------
You Live To Die
Men live, men die A pat on the back Beats a poke in the eye This pendulum is out of wack
As life marches on, love might find you If it does, it might stay Or it might sail on with a ship's crew If it's still there, hooray
Soon, tragedy strikes you down Life starts to end, fall to pieces around your ears Those bright lights of love may turn brown If you're lucky, come true will all your fears
Soon pain will come 'round Like a swimmer drown'd You have no will to be alive You impatiently wait for death to arrive
When you see him come over the hill You run to greet him, as a friend Suddenly, to life you have the will But it's too late; come, has the end ----------------------------------
The Long Road As I walk along this road I see many dead on the road I see bodies on the road I see limbs on the road I see heds on the road But never on this road Have I seen love on this road Never once happiness on this road Everything is dead on the Long Road Walk life traversing the Long Road ----------------------------------
I'll add more as the days go on Even though time leaves I'll not be long gone For he that in me truly believes
*The annoying guy appears*I like your poems but none have made me feel in touch with them for only one poem has ever made me cry in all the forums when you reach that level your poems will be completed. My opinion
*The annoying guy appears*I like your poems but none have made me feel in touch with them for only one poem has ever made me cry in all the forums when you reach that level your poems will be completed. My opinion
Did I ask for it? ^_^
Haters will hate, losers will lose, and I'll keep awn rockin'.
At the moment I am quite depressed, and I find poetry to be one way of letting out my emotions. So here are a few of my poems
Sanity
What is sanity? Is it being like everyone else? Following a routine?
Or is it something different? Being different from the rest Releasing pain through your arms Secluding yourself from the living
Or... Is sanity a figment of our imaginations? Does sanity define a persons well being? Does sanity affect every aspect of our lives?
To me being insane is a lot easier than being sane Easier than being like the rest
Insanity is sanity
Scars
All these scars They tell my story Of how I became The monster I am today
All these scars They keep ripping open Tearing me apart Eating me from the inside out
My problem Is I care too much I let them walk All over me
Use me For all I can Then throw me aside It destroys me
My sanity is slipping I can't handle this much longer The pain The suffering Of it all
It eats away At my insides Slowly destroying What's left of me This monster I am
All these scars Serve a purpose To remind me Of what I've done To get this far And lose it all Over and over
Promises
There's part of me that wants to give in break those promises destroy everything I've created
There's part of me that wants to fight keep those promises alive Stay strong for those around me
There's part of me all of me that's dead inside and can't find a purpose scrambling for help those promises bind me to this hell
These poems are all really dark, but they all explain a little about me. Like I said, I'm pretty depressed at the moment, but I find poetry a way for me to exhale the pain inside, and it helps tremendously
I write poems sometimes and became a professional at it. This is one I made a long time ago. I SAID A PRAYER FOR YOU TODAY I said a prayer for you today And I know God must have heard- I felt the answer in my heart Although He spoke no word! I didn't ask for wealth or fame (I knew you wouldn't mind)- I asked Him to send treasures Of a far more lasting kind! I asked that He'd be near you At the start of each new day To grant you heath and blessings And friends to share your way! I asked for happiness for you In all things great and small- But it was for His loving care I prayed for most of all! -Chris707 A poem i made when I lost someone close to me
Posted Mar 18, '12 at 12:27am
FALLEN950 At the moment I am quite depressed, and I find poetry to be one way of letting out my emotions. So here are a few of my poems Sanity What is sanity? Is it being like everyone else? Following a routine? Or is it something different? Being different from the rest Releasing pain through your arms Secluding yourself from the living Or... Is sanity a figment of our imaginations? Does sanity define a persons well being? Does sanity affect every aspect of our lives? To me being insane is a lot easier than being sane Easier than being like the rest Insanity is sanity Scars All these scars They tell my story Of how I became The monster I am today All these scars They keep ripping open Tearing me apart Eating me from the inside out My problem Is I care too much I let them walk All over me Use me For all I can Then throw me aside It destroys me My sanity is slipping I can't handle this much longer The pain The suffering Of it all It eats away At my insides Slowly destroying What's left of me This monster I am All these scars Serve a purpose To remind me Of what I've done To get this far And lose it all Over and over Promises There's part of me that wants to give in break those promises destroy everything I've created There's part of me that wants to fight keep those promises alive Stay strong for those around me There's part of me all of me that's dead inside and can't find a purpose scrambling for help those promises bind me to this hell These poems are all really dark, but they all explain a little about me. Like I said, I'm pretty depressed at the moment, but I find poetry a way for me to exhale the pain inside, and it helps tremendously
Okay, why are people posting THEIR poetry on MY thread? What the heck people?!
Something i must write So on the front I'll be This is written in my plight For my friend Sierra to see
yes this is a cheap excuse for a poem If there's someone better I know 'em But I'm getting tired of typing And will probaly start griping ------------------------------
I wrote this so I could have it on the front page. LoL...
