aight this is my poetry page im gonna post my poems and you can read them if you want, reviews or words of advice on how to get better would be REALLLLLLLLY appreciated heres one of my favorite ones:
One Tear Falls
Secrets confined in the shadows of darkness
in the night, ever immortal, always coming and going
no one sees when one tear falls
and the pain attached to it
cracks the mask revealing everything inside,
showing us what was never truly realized.
His true heart, that was hidden behind a mask so
beautiful it would torment an angel to insanity,
was somewhere, sometime, left behind.
They say the eyes are the windows of the soul,
yet the eyes are also the way the soul sees out,
how it reaches out to the world,
but the mask covered his eyes
letting nothing in or out,
only reflecting what it saw.
This man, who lost his heart
and had a shadow of a soul,
who let the mask take control
and act out the joy he thought he had ruined,
the sorrow he thought he had cursed,
the loneliness he had inside,
had been embracing the lies.
The mask had him watching in the darkness
forever in darkness,
always looking for the long-sought Olympus
where the pain could go away,
where the chains of deceit
and the pressure of all these lies
Yet all he had ever found was the aura
around Pandoraís box...
when he looked upon it
he opened it,
greedily hoping that the things in this box of ancients
would make him happy...
all the evil spread unto the world
and at the very end hope came out to aid those in need
but one thing remained... a mask...a mask so
beautiful it would torment an angel into insanity...
The mask had made him hollow and alone,
the fault was his own
alone he stands in darkness
and the fault is his own.
Secrets confined in the shadows of darkness
in the night, ever immortal, one tear falls
and this tear is mine....
thanks for the advice, the only thing is that i do that alot like in the beginning and the end to show the complete picture of what I made you think and then the realization of everythin at the end....heres another one that I dont really like cuz i wrote it in a painfull time but its a "fan" favorite here goes:
Choices are echoed
by the thoughts that we have,
the actions we make,
and the words that we speak...
I care, it's a choice that I've made
yet you say I don't show it,
how can I ignore it?
I say I care because it has more meaning;
words like love have lost their feeling
perverted by the way it's used
when it's not really there.
My emotions are truly
not a thought or reaction,
they're a timeless adaption
to my heart beating faster
every time I breath you in my soul...
I'm not supposed to love you...
I'm not supposed to care...
I'm not supposed to live my life
wishing you were there...
I'm not supposed to wonder where you are
and what you do...
I can't help it if I still care about you...
thanks.....heres one that I do like even though alot of people dont agree with my point of view on the subject
Patience is not a Virtue
Patience is not a virtue
it's a method of self-depravation
an action of non-confrontation
if all we do is wait
meditate and deliberate
we will live our lives
never moving, always ceasing,
never doing, always dreaming.
we will be perfect little fools,
waiting for the right ďmomentĒ
to make our move.
Yet that moment will not happen,
that dream will not come true,
unless we stand to pursue life
through our constant aspirations,
unless we take action, seize the day
and never fall prey to lifeís false limitations.
Never let things go, waiting for a better tomorrow
hoping and wishing in the magic of miracles
showing us light in a forgotten way.
Yet that way is a myth, never actually created
only in the minds of those uneducated.
Enlighten yourself in lifeís true lesson:
patience is not a virtue.
It's my method of self depravation,
my action of non-confrontation.
No one will ever know that this was mine
or that I had these feelings inside
because I waited too long.
Gender: Male Location: Holding on tight, never lettin go!
*Chuckles in remembrance* yeah, the pain placed into poems is viewed well typically by the audience for its poignant feel, but for the poet it burns like a dagger in the heart. Like your stuff dude. Hahaha, and quite the philosopher. keep em comin!
Sent from heaven to raise some hell.
thanks guys! ok this next one I warn you now is my longest one to date....if you can finish it i give you props...
The world is so lonely,
when you go over the edge.
The hope for a future is gone,
the light to shine the way has faded.
Sincerity has been traded for deceit,
knowledge for stupidity.
The courage to stand up and fight back
was at some point left behind.
Love has given way to hate
and friendship to betrayal.
Our lives are fraught
with many hardships and obstacles
that we must face alone.
Alone, bitterly alone.
Yet it is at these times
that all we want is
for a friend to guide us
a compassionate hand to hold on to,
a time of momentary grace.
Instead the world and its inhabitants
shut us out in the cold
so that our hearts freeze and go rigid.
And when we freeze over,
like the inhabitants of this world,
lose the wisdom to shine.
We lose our trust in others,
and justice no longer has a meaning.
We lose all faith
that somebody out there
can help us melt the ice around our hearts.
It has been said many times,
ďwhere there is a will, there is a way.Ē
Yet there is no will to move on,
to join together in unity,
This question has been burned in my mind,
somewhere in the gray mass called the brain.
What an odd concept.
The most powerful computer on this world
and yet its masters
have not seen the potential
that they can do, create, and bring forth.
They have not seen
what can happen
if they turned from their petty differences,
their prejudiced natures,
and looked at the grander scale of things,
joined hands in unity
and melted ice hardened hearts.
If only they could see that.
But what can I do?
I am but the Observer,
the pariah of society,
the outcast of outcasts.
What can I do?
These lamentations are mine
and that can not be changed.
Yet if the world could see
the error of its ways
then maybe the sun can shine again
and melt away the icy grip of
cruelty and hate.
in fact.....???? thanks for kind words but not sure what the "in fact" is for......heres another one, one of my first ones that talks about friendship....
Some say itís something extraordinary.
A reason to be glorified.
But itís really a twisted mockery
Godís cosmic joke.
Friendship canít exist
when all it does is betray.
If you are now to capture
the image of this grim enlightenment
in the framework of your mind then
on this verge of all that I know
I can tell you something
that will make gain an eyeful
of the depth of obscurities in the human soul:
Humans think only for themselves.
Such selfish people populate this world.
Thatís why virtues like friendship
will never be.
For these reasons my heart is heavy
and I carry my secrets
as a burden on my soul,
but I hide it with anger
because there is no one who understands.
Even if it threatens to tear me apart
still I live on.
as I take a breath that fills my lungs
with the space between two moons
I hear the laughter...
I see the smiles....
Is friendship for all really true?
Maybe... what if??
No, sadly, I can have no bright hope.
Who would want to be friends with someone like me?
Someone alone in the darkness
imprisoned in cowardliness
This lamentation is mine and mine alone
for it is all Iíve ever known.
Nothing can tame my cold icy heart
and thatís why all Iím destined for is to be
Glad i could "inspire" you Prince......heres one that I like, written for the same reason as I care, but written with enough time in between the situation that I can say I actually like this one:
Saw a shooting star...
I wished for you...
too bad for me,
dreams don't come true,
but instead of crying,
and having one tear fall,
I wear a broken smile
so no one notices the pain...
I now unfold my wings,
trying to fly yet it's no use,
I'll never reach up to the sky...
in the end I'll never reach you...
I see you there,
flying high, enjoying the sky,
laughing and smiling...
you'll never care for me
the way you care for him,
I only wish you'd see
what you mean to me...
yet I'm invisible to you
while I'm down on the ground,
when I can't get
to the throne of the clouds.
You see my wings...
they've been crippled with emotions
because love is blind
and the heart is deaf, dumb,
and susceptible to pain...
So instead I run,
running faster, and faster,
I become the fastest man alive
so you'll never see the pain
I hide behind my eyes,
the pain I cover with my
I saw a shooting star the other day...
I wished for you...
too bad it didn't come true...