Poetry

We all come to write about our sorrows, news, and plights. But when things go well, we turn away focusing on happiness, not wanting to stay. When rainclouds come, we all turn back to our graveyard of words, since what we lack is that happiness and assurance in our lives, trying to find what it&he...

"Have faith," said the mute man," that I will one day speak." "Have faith," said the eyes of the blind man, "that I would one day see." "Have faith," heard the deaf man, "for I will hear you sing one day." "Have faith," said th...

Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He knows I like him just…

Something's missing, left behind. Lost beneath another rhyme.       You dare tell me,--Notes-- das es kul S- [AAmerican] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- i really liked that, a very very nice wake up from a world with no katy or od, im not...

The player sits. Rests his hands above the keys. Brings his fingers down, begins to play. Beautiful melodies fill the air, yet what does his face say? That he is sad. Melancholy, from some unknown source. Everyone praises his works, everyone loves the sounds, no one understands, no one really kno...

Confusion, Pain, and . . . Hope? Everything is out of reach. Time takes no bearing on me. Where is this chasm I must breach? For  someone lost, and so alone . . . *~* He calls me in the night, wishing I would come, praying I get a fright, and stay away, always away.…

My friends Are My family You never can tell, family or friends, who will be there for you in the end. "Family" means love. "Family" means caring about one another, and also means sharing. The time spent with them is time you should treasure. Moments upon moments, how can you b...

Fake Smiles and Good Advice She sat down at her computer to type again. It didn't work, so she grabbed paper and pen. Nothing came, except tears like rain. What, oh, what, can get rid of this pain? *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* She reaches in her desk; pulls out a knife and slashes, right alongside all t...

My Thunderstorm For You Timid rain will trickle down, starting just a drop. Then it came, a clap of thunder, like an axe's chop. *~* Thunder crashing, against the great wall of sky. Rain bashing against pavement, water running by. *~* Torrents of rain, splashing through clouds, breaking on panes ...

I've written a poem, but I don't know what to title it.  Does anyone have any ideas?  Just leave a note for me, okay?  Thanks!   You have been marked by the shadows, or so it seems; upon freakish visions and desolate dreams *~* Something in you says to run, yet a spark of hope...