Post Your Poetry

[Marissa_Jeane]

This is an older poem of mine I wrote about a year ago. It's one of my favorites from my older writings.

Fallen Angels have stained wings.
Fallen Angels do not sing.

Fallen Angels cannot fly.
Fallen Angels will not cry.

Emotions rage inside of them.
They keep them locked inside their head.

They are cursed
by darkness.

Their life on Earth
is racked with pain.

They have no peace.
They are neither
dead or alive.

 

[Otulissa]

@Silver-san -- That's so cool! biggrin I haven't seen ghosts, but I've felt them... And I know people who have seen them. 3nodding
Actually...I think I might have seen a ghost...but I'm not sure...

@Marissa -- Simple and pretty poem. I like it! biggrin I like how there's a clear point that it is trying to get across.  

[randomdinoninja]

Commit it to memory
His touch on your skin
The way he held you close
How his eyes pulled you in
Commit it to memory
The kisses you shared
The times you held hands
The time that he cared
Commit it to memory
That's all you have now
As you watch him walk away
With his new gal
Commit it to memory
So you can learn
To never make that mistake again  

[Silver Nephilim]

Wrote this after reading Tolstoy's The Death of Ivan Ilyich. Most emo book ever, Goddamn. ><;

Hello, Death, Remember Me?

I know I'll have to go.
That I'm not scared of.
Not existing...
Not going somewhere...
That's the fear.
This author spoke in fear--
he who wrote Ivan Ilyich's death--
asking, "Who's there?"
and crying when you answered, "It's me."
Death is in life
and life has to die,
else life comes with no meaning.
Immortality is yours by name and feeling.
I'll go somewhere.
Spectral friends prove that.

And one about my friend Ratchet. :3 For all those who won't understand all the foreign names, here's the American one: Hellhound. And if you're confused about the first line: the English name is Gabriel Hound/Ratchet and he's got Celt tatts in human form.

Ratchet (Hellhound Gate Guardian)

Tattooed Gabriel
Wild hound haunts the Welsh coast.
Cwn Arrwn of death's sign
Okuri-inu spirit
Protector of mountain ways  

[Marissa_Jeane]

This poem doesn't make much sense unless you've read The L.A. B.B Murder Cases, a spin-off novel from the anime/manga series Death Note. If you read the poem without the novel, you should know that Beyond Birthday is a demented serial killer. I wrote this to the tune of Hush Little Baby.
**Note** I know that I have don't where it should be doesn't. I have it that way because I wanted to keep to the tune of Hush Little Baby as much as possible.

Hush little victim. Don't you cry.

Beyond will sing you a lullaby.

If that lullaby's not heard,

Beyond will kill a mockingbird.

If that mockingbird still sings,

Beyond will buy you a blood red ring.

If that blood red ring don't last,

Beyond will find a looking glass.

If that looking glass gets broke,

Beyond Birthday will slit your throat.  

[Otulissa]

I haven't read the BB Murder Cases, but I want to!  

[Blacksoul245]

Emptiness
It was dark,so dark………………..
How the walls would close around you and the world would go silent.
And the air would turn humid and dreary,then you would be left alone,like a child that was not wanted.
Your heart would break,and no matter how fast you tried to patch it up,it kept falling apart,how frail it was……
Everyday would seem like you would have to wind yourself up just to keep going through the harsh day of reality,and you would walk emotionless and hurt.
But even though you told yourself you were fine,you were crying on the inside and breaking down,little by little.
What had happened to your life that once was?Why was it that the world held no joy anymore?Why was the world so black and white?No answer………
Oh your poor heart,the strings slowly and painfully being pulled,tugged at by the pain that was gradually consuming you.The knawing longing to be set free of this endless nightmare!The need to fly away with the whisping wind!To escape from the things you feared most!But how?
How you ask,how to be free from this guilded cage.This trap that has snared you in it’s troubling thoughts,this strange world of nothing but solitude and emptiness.
Everyday grows harder,bits of you fading away every agonizing moment.Yet you scream on the inside,begging to be silenced.Why live such a life!This world of pain,this place I call hell.
The darkness drew closer,engulfing you in it’s void of nothingness.Alone,alone is what you were……………
Alone………….nothing but pain and sorrow.You would cry out,and nothing would come back.Silence,it was the only thing you could hear.Ending silence………
It was the music of your deep pain.Music is not what it was,music is warm and welcoming.This was cold and shut off from the world,haunting you every second that passed,you could hear nothing else.
This darkness that masked your true identity,it hid you away in your isolated world.Would you never be the same?Then it would happen.The darkness would close around what was left of your heart,squeezing and pulling at the last strands of your existance.You would slowly fade away,like you never existed.Lost in this void of fear.Where you would stay for eternity,left lost,wrapped around your cloak of sorrow and tears.You would stay,and die every moment,feeling nothing but emptiness.  

[Guardian of the Skies]

Unseen Daydream

oops! i acidently posted my poem in a seperate topic! Here i'll post it here

Synesthesia is a medical conditon/disorder/symptom in which the sense basically get cross-wired; people can begin to 'see' sounds or 'hear' colors. If a person who suffers frequent and hgih class migranes, has done drugs like ecstacy, or even been in a very bad accident, said person can experiance this efect. Some People are born with this ability though, several famous painters were said to experiance Synesthesia.

Anyway, i just want to know what you all think of it, so I would love to hear feed back!

Synesthesia

We, the insane, gather here today
to celebrate a new member into our folds!
And we're running, running far away
See me? Breathing? Never!
Synesthesia, Synesthesia
I'm seeing music, I'm hearing colors!
Beat me down and build me up.
Doctor, Doctor, don't you know?
You can't fix what ain't broke.
Am I insane in a sane world?
Or sane in an insane one?
Are you? How can you be so sure of your sanity?
See the music, see the music
Maintain a healthy level of insanity!
The color of your voice is oh-so beautiful
Synesthesia, Synesthesia
Warp me, Change me, Dance with me
Show me the world as it was meant to be
The rain falls with a pitter-patter and a scream
Lovly, lovly, my beautiful-ugly
See the Music! See the Sounds!
Colors! Colors! Synesthesia!
Doctor, Doctor don't you know?
We, the insane, gather here today...

I love it. especially the line that says, "Maintain a healthy level of insanity!"
and "Am I insane in a sane world?
Or sane in an insane one?"  

[Guardian of the Skies]

Marissa_Jeane

This is an older poem of mine I wrote about a year ago. It's one of my favorites from my older writings.

Fallen Angels have stained wings.
Fallen Angels do not sing.

Fallen Angels cannot fly.
Fallen Angels will not cry.

Emotions rage inside of them.
They keep them locked inside their head.

They are cursed
by darkness.

Their life on Earth
is racked with pain.

They have no peace.
They are neither
dead or alive.

Good poem! where did you get the inspiration? I could really use that kind of inspiration! 4laugh 4laugh 4laugh  

[Marissa_Jeane]

I'm not sure where this one came from seeing as it's about a year old, but I usually get my inspiration from dreams or random every day objects. Lik one time, my history teacher inspired me to write a comedy about somebody who literally died of boredom and floated around warning everybody about her fate. I never finished that story.^_^;  

[Silver Nephil]

Written to cheer up a friend.

Happy Things

Oreo cookies and milk
Flying horses made of silk
Wearing rainbow kilts

 

[Otulissa]

Hehe, that's so cute!!

Rainbow kilts? Hehe. Love it!  

[Silver Nephil]

Otulissa

Hehe, that's so cute!!

Rainbow kilts? Hehe. Love it!

Thanks. 4laugh  

[Otulissa]

You're welcome.  

[localdadfriend]

Okay all of these i write for my good friend to cheer him up >:3, I love feedback because i barely ever share my poetry...I've just started and these are my first three i ever wrote. My inspiration is my friend because hes so sad and alone im trying to tell him ill be there with him no matter what because i know how he feels...And i think im kinda falling for him sweatdrop

Alone in the graveyard
we sat with the bones
wondering if we could ever make a home
pain and sorrow slipping within.
To remind us of sweet sorrows wind,
the leafs fall dead to the ground
we think of joining them
in the rotting ground.

The night darkens,
without the moons glow,
the stars are fading like the snow.
the world is turning much to slow,
to see the whispers of sweet sorrows glow.
Within the darkness are hearts turn cold,
the graves are all around as if listening
in perfect sound.

Alone we stand,
upon the rotting ground.
we yearn to hid beneath it,
were they cant hear a sound.
The dawn is rising with a darkened glow
We look around us to see the blacken stones
of the graves from long ago.
The suns arriving,
I finally know at last,
We stand alone together in the graveyards past.

If you opened her chest,
What would you see?
A heart that is broken and ready to bleed.

She sits in her room,
Feeling betrayal and despair,
As her tears trace her messy black hair.

The days go by,
And no one cares,
About the shattered girl,
With the wet black hair.

She has refused to speak for a while,
And when asked what’s wrong?
She gives a fake smile,
Through the hair, tears have grown long.

If one night she died,
Would anyone be there,
At the funeral of the shattered girl
With the long black hair?

I look in my mirror,
And what do I see?
That shattered girl staring back at me.

Both of are hearts are empty
are tears are locked away
inside the darkness we hope light could find a way
Our cry's haven't been herd
are hopes crushed with lust
inside the tunnel we away roam
as it fills with dust
I feel you pain
and sorrow from beneath
Now heal my heart for i will send
my never ending leave.