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Here's about a prostitute I met at work..

How Much For Your Love



Don’t stare at me
I melt in a daze.
Take this bottled hope
Put it in a haze
Which is your life.
I’m truly amazed
You don’t take for granted
That liberal passion;
That mirror of disgrace.

Could you be that Cinderella
With a battered out dress?
With butterfly wings,
And lips that caress.
Can you wipe that sadness
Off your beautiful fortress?
Maybe there are things to taste there
To dissolve this loneliness.

Hang out this shadow
Over the Moon.
Shine a little light here
With your smile, soon.
Blow away the cobwebs
In my heart.
I’ll pay the price.
I’ll play the part.

Maybe we can
Leave this world behind
If I weren’t too scared to fly with you,
If you didn’t look unkind.
You know its not easy counting
The stars above.
So, just tell me, baby
How much for your love?



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A-F-I-L-A-W wrote:

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edgar allen poe the raven


Lol I knew it!! Gotta be edgar allan poe!



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wetto wrote:


waffle26 wrote:

These poems are pure fucking genious.


mine?


No , all of them , well mainly mine. =p It took me over a year to respond to you. lmao
Posted 12/26/07
these are a couple of poems i have written (the different colors are different poems):

dark red
you left me on the cold floor
after you drained my blood you headed towards the door
you only wanted me for my blood
i thought you had been my best bud
you had come to my room late at night
your black hair struck by the silver moonlight
you told me convinsingly that you wanted a hug
then you bit me and left me to die on the blood stained rug.


a final good bye
it was really late at night
i was watching such a sight
when i recieved a phone call
then i felt my heart fall
they told me that you where in in a crash
that it had happened in such a flash
out the car you tried to leap
when i heard this i started to weep
they gave me the item they found in your pocket
it was addressed to me, itwas a heart locket
it was a picture of you and me
our faces filled with glee.


Inuyasha
while you stole the shikon jewl
i shot you with an arrow
you thought that i was a fool
my shot was really narrow
while you asked why,
i looked at you upon the tree
while you gave your last sigh
i fell on my knees to die


well i hope you like them
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MewMewcherry01 wrote:

I’ll Never Be
Beautiful
By: ME!MewMewcherry01
I’ll never be beautiful,
No one will be in awe,
I’ll never have a laugh like bells,
Nor eyes like gems,
Nor a blinding smile,
I’ll never be so graceful,
That my walking looks like a dance,
I’ll never be so talented,
As to always look perfect,
No one will ever be jealous,
But that's okay by me,
I’d rather wear my stained T-shirt than a $60 top,
’Id rather wears some old jeans than some fancy dress pants,
I’d rather wear my worn-out sneakers than 3-inch heels,
I think I’m fine the way I am:
Just being me.
Made this after I was horrified ats all the Emo poems.

I really, really want to cry,
At all the poems that say die,
I'm really sorry, I really am,
But a trip to the Psychologist and BAM!
Hurry! Hurry! Pass the word!
Hey! Don't call me absured!


that defines me
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Enslave me

I can't hurt myself
I forbade to hurt myself, to cut to scratch to burn
But still I lust after the pain
The blood, the scars, the pleasure

I can't hurt myself
But you can
You can cut me, you can burn me
You can give me what I need

What I need to keep me sane
Is in your power
The pleasure I take from my pain
Is yours alone to give

Tie me up and whip me
Untill the blood flows from my flesh
Burn me with molten candlewax
Brand your name into my flesh

Cut me open, slice my veins and watch
As my blood stains your sheets
Tie a belt around my neck and pull it tight
Too tight for me to breathe

Give me what I need
Enslave me
So that I may call you
Master


Wow! I like!! :D

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Posted 12/26/07

mauz15 wrote:

If You Forget Me - by Pablo Neruda
(love poem, but I think it is also a patriotic poem)

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.


This poem is amazing. I feel you, mann!!
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holy overgrown peacocks, EGAD!

ive known you since i was but a child
and ive chased after you for oh so long
we grew farther apart, since innocence was defiled
separated by many things, a crowd, a throng

we met again, and i thought it would be forever
but, alas, we couldnt keep up with each other
we are companions, but i knew we'd never be together
who knew? that we both had other lovers

in depression, and in sorrow, i sat infatuated
with your visage, burnt into the back of my head
our relationship is like a tumor, aberrated
and our host my life........and soon i shall be dead

i knew i had to cut you away, and so i did
with knife in hand.......i gave you a crimson smile
you were so beautiful, and in your comfort i hid
we had over come every obstacle...but failed in this trial

and so time has come, for me to walk in solitude
im still enamored with you, who was so filled with vibrance
annihilated by me and the infinite vicissitudes
my dream, my hope, whos death was the paradigm of elegance

by~ twixandchips

i just wrote this right now.....so if its a little rough you know why.......so yeah......
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projectcedric wrote:


Shimerao wrote:

Enslave me

I can't hurt myself
I forbade to hurt myself, to cut to scratch to burn
But still I lust after the pain
The blood, the scars, the pleasure

I can't hurt myself
But you can
You can cut me, you can burn me
You can give me what I need

What I need to keep me sane
Is in your power
The pleasure I take from my pain
Is yours alone to give

Tie me up and whip me
Untill the blood flows from my flesh
Burn me with molten candlewax
Brand your name into my flesh

Cut me open, slice my veins and watch
As my blood stains your sheets
Tie a belt around my neck and pull it tight
Too tight for me to breathe

Give me what I need
Enslave me
So that I may call you
Master


Wow! I like!! :D



Thanks. All my poetry's at www.shimerao-alkardi.deviantart.com if you wanted to see more of it.
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She Was Not Beautiful



She was not beautiful.
Nothing about her was extraordinary.
Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd.

She grew up in a family of six and
being the eldest, she learned responsibility at an early age.
As she grew stronger and brighter,
she instilled a sort of light to whoever she met.

She was not beautiful,
but she made others fdeel good about themselves.
She meets a rebel boy who thinks he is all man.
She befriends him and she teaches him.
She teaches him how to read and gives
the little boost, the "man" needed to go to college.

They become fast friends and she fell fast in love with her rugged student.
The "man" then finds himself in love with a girl.
A girl who was beautiful.
Her hair was a hallow of light around her.
Her eyes the bluest blue of the ocean.

"Like an angel" he tells his tutor.
"Like a beautiful angel."
The girl swallows a lump at her throat.

She was not beautiful.
She did not posses the heart of the one she loved,
but she did not care.
As long as he was happy, she would be happy,
or so she tried to.

She helped him write the most beautiful letters to his angel.
All the time envisioning it was she herself recaeiving those very letters.
And so the girl helped him choose the right clothes,
say the right words,
and buy the right gifts for his angel.
His angel brought him much joy
and much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles.
But that never stopped her from giving more than she will ever receive.

Then one day, all of hell broke loose.
The angel he loved left him for another man.
A richer, more sucessful man.
The boy was stunned.
He was so hurt, he did not speak for days.
The girl went to him.
He was hurt and she was too.

Time went by and so wounds heal.
The boy realizes something about his friend-tutor.
Something he never realized before.
How her laugher sounded heavenly and
how her smiles brighten up the darkest days,
or how simply beautiful she looked to him!

Beautiful. This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him.
And he began to fall.
Fall so in love with this beautiful girl.
On one day, he picked up all his courage to see her.
He walked to her house, nervous, and fidgeting,
runnung his thoughts over and over his head.

He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him.
He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love he was with her.
He knocked. No one was home.
The next day, he found out that the beautiful girl that he fell in love with
had a brain tumor that put her into a coma.
The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.

One final time he got to see her.
He held her hand.
He stroked her hair and
he cried for this beautiful girl.
He cried, but it was too late.
The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke.
Out come a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss.
She was the most beautiful girl in the world and
she taught the rebel boy to love and
what it is to be loved.
She was the most beautiful girl in the world. .


that is so sad!
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The Unseen Dream

I wish I had a dream
The one that cannot be seen
A place where there is no sorrow
A place where it’s always seem like today is tomorrow
A place where you can have a fresh new start
A place where you can never break a heart
A place where the sky is always navy blue
A place where there is only me and you
A place where the night sky is full of stars
The number of stars is equal to how true you really are
I wish I could just see that dream
The one that can never be seen


I wrote this for my junior high school homework.


Life of the Holocaust

Living in fear
Dying with no tears
Living in the dark
Dying with no remark

Being sent to the crematory
Or maybe the laboratory
People being treated like animals
Now staying as individuals

Living in pain
Dying insane
Living in the holocaust…


And this for my freshman year in highschool. Something about the holocaust.


Darkness

I feel nothing but pain in my heart
My soul is consumed by darkness
My happiness is torn apart
I feel nothing but loneliness

The shadow in me tries to escape from my soul
The feeling of hatreds roams around me
I fear that I'm losing control
Fear is the thing can destroy me

My family never did understand me
So I forgot the feeling of joy
As you can see
Joy is just a decoy

Never let the darkness demolish you
Or you shall be cold and lonely as the darkest night
The shadow realm is not a pretty pleasant view
For in the darkness, there shall be no light


Finally this one for my junior year in highschool. I know it sounds "emoish", but my teacher told us to write something about our "dark times".
Posted 12/29/07
poems i wrote....

HEARTBROKEN
when u see your love walk away....
all you can do is forget....
you might even cry a big bloody tear of sadness...
maybe you can feel the love you once did....
but remembering the sadness makes your heart weep...
the love you never want to feel again......
the tragic death or the tragic loss of a loved one...
the cruel life and the cruel day....
but later on when you live....
you will finally have as much love as you need to erase a part of that sadness....

BEING A SINNER
a life of a sinner is so cruel....
being hated and dying with pain along the way....
maybe i can live a better life......
without my sins and to purify other sins.....
yet....all my life is a living hell......
being a sinner makes me go kill myself.....
knowing the sad truth i believe i can live.....
i also believe i can kill myself any moment.....
my blood on the ground....
my hand with a knife.....
my arms bloody from me trying to die....
all i wish is to be with my loved ones.....
loving and hating......
is the way of life......
also killing or being killed is also the way of life.....
everything deals with our sins.......
and mine is the only worst sin of all.....

A DEATH OF A LOVED ONE
unforgivable.....
the death of someone......
the most cruel day of your life.....
the person you most loved was killed....
everyday crying while you are heartbroken......
imagine your last words while death......
say it to the person you loved the most......
all you can feel is sadness.....
now soon your death might come.......
in a world of sadness.....
there is no meaning to live......

MY SADNESS
all my life i built walls around me to keep away the joy......
while my joy was gone from my life.....
all i could felt was sadness.....
the death of a person i loved died when i was one month old......
i run away from the truth like the coward i am.....
yet.... i still feel the sadness in my heart....
even today...... all i can think about is the problems in my life....
i feel like dying with the pain......
i feel like when i die i will no longer have sadness......
i am a sinner, by the time i die i will be in hell with all the sadness i felt will still be with me......
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