Ahh... I figure I might as well add my personality to the forum, so here goes my sorry excuses for poetry. It's sad, cuz a lot of the poetry I wrote awhile ago, I don't really like now cuz I don't know if i agree with it... well anyway, here's one that I do like... well, the original anyway.
I'm Not Like You
I’m not like you,
And that makes me happy.
I don’t have to be like you,
And that makes me smile.
I don’t want to be like you,
But that makes me cry.
I cry because I’m afraid –
Not for myself, but for you.
I’m afraid of where you are headed.
Your values are misplaced and unbalanced.
You seem to be blind
To the hurt you are causing,
To the people you could help,
Yet you ignore them.
You laugh at them and bring them down –
Lower than they ever were before.
You prove the laws of physics: gravity;
It’s so much easier to drag someone down,
Than to use your strength to raise them up.
Your concept of love is disturbing.
Do you even know what it is?
You don’t, you can’t.
How could you understand?
There’s so much about love that you miss
Because you only focus on yourself;
Your love is selfish and one-sided.
I cry when your “love”
Abuses your only child.
I cry when your “love”
Rapes your girlfriend
Because you decided to get wasted.
There is no love in you.
You abuse yourself.
You add chemicals to your body
That don’t belong there,
That eat away at you
From the inside.
I refuse to follow you.
I refuse to be like you.
You don’t care for me.
In fact, you despise me
Because of the stand I’ve taken –
To love love and hate hate,
To respect my own body,
And, more importantly,
The bodies of others.
You can’t be like me
Because you hate me.
You hate what I am.
You wish to kill me,
Yet I will still love you.
I don’t belong here,
But I won’t give up.
I have no right, no reason,
To condemn you.
You are not mine –
You are not even your own.
You were bought with a price –
Greater than anything anyone else
Would be willing to pay.
He left a perfect life.
He knew he would be
Scorned, beaten, and murdered.
His love allowed Him to give it all up
For you and for me.
Innocence shed its blood for you.
Why shouldn’t I?
It's basically a religious poem, so if you don't agree with me, that's cool. But I sorta changed it a little bit, so I wanna know which one people like better...
I'm Not Like You (redone)
I’m not like you, and that makes me happy.
I don’t have to be like you, and that makes me smile.
I don’t want to be like you, but that makes me cry.
I cry because I’m afraid – not for myself, but for you.
I’m afraid of where you are headed.
Your values are misplaced and unbalanced.
You seem to be blind to the hurt you are causing,
To the people you could help – yet you ignore them.
You laugh at them and bring them down –
Lower than they ever were before.
You prove the laws of physics: gravity;
It’s so much easier to drag someone down,
Than to use your strength to raise them up.
Your concept of love is disturbing.
Do you even know what it is?
You don’t, you can’t.
How could you understand?
There’s so much about love that you miss
Because you only focus on yourself;
Your love is selfish and one-sided.
I cry when your “love” abuses your only child.
I cry when your “love” rapes your girlfriend
Because you decided to get wasted.
There is no love in you.
You abuse yourself.
You destroy yourself inwardly as your vanity controls you outwardly.
I refuse to follow you; I refuse to be like you.
You don’t care for me; in fact, you despise me
Because of the stand I’ve taken –
To love love and hate hate,
To respect my own body,
And, more importantly, life in general.
You can’t be like me because you hate me.
You hate what I am.
You wish to kill me, yet I will still love you.
I don’t belong to you, but I won’t give up.
I have no right, no reason, no condemn you.
You are not mine – you are not even your own.
You were bought with a price –
Greater than anything anyone else would be willing to pay.
He left a perfect life.
He knew he would be scorned, beaten, and murdered.
His love allowed Him to give it all up
For you and for me.
Innocence shed its blood for you.
Why shouldn’t I?
lol.....you know what I think of your poetry man.....I think you need to post the rest of them....especially the patience one since I posted mine already.....so then ppl can compare those two....anyways keep writing and bring them here!!!!!!
As light of truth gives way to sins of ruin,
All saints must pray and to God's call be true.
It comes not now but maybe sometime soon:
A cry for darkness to o'ertake what's new.
Have all God's graces to this day been vain?
The world has chosen darkness over light.
The people have much blood with which to stain
The earth we walk without an end in sight.
If only all His people prayed alike.
The Lord cries out for all the earth to hear:
"Pray on my little warriors, drive this spike.
Let not the darkness drive you out with fear!"
This present darkness has consumed us all,
But through God's might, we shall come through withal.
I think this one is what started me in the poetry business, so I hope you like it ^_^
Whispering Song
I heard a sound in my ear,
Soft and sweet on the wind,
Whispering a song of longing--
A rhythm that was clear.
It danced through my mind
As I thought of you--
The only one that could have
Made my dreams come true.
It felt like I was walking on air.
Just seeing your face
Made me want to sing
Of the feelings I thought we shared.
But now that you’re gone,
It’s like I can’t see anymore.
It’s like being in a dark room--
A room without a door.
I’m lost and I’m blind;
My dreams are done and gone.
I’ve lost my way,
But I can’t get it out of my mind:
This soft, sweet, whispering song.
My heart is consumed by darkness,
My vision is blurred.
I don’t know where I’m headed.
It almost seems as if I have lost all hope.
My faith has faded.
All that is left is my love,
But that too has failed.
What do I do now?
Where do I go?
I have no courage,
No strength to go on.
I sigh, yet it brings me no comfort.
I am forced to bury my feelings—
It’s the only way I can survive.
If I open myself, I risk being damaged.
It’s a risk I’m not willing to take,
But if I did, would it change things?
I know my love is honest,
But how do I make that clear?
I wish that I could dream,
But how much would that help?
I’d only want you more.
I just wish that I could cry,
For this feeling consumes my soul.
But if I had just one wish—
If there was only one thing that you’d do for me—
I would ask you to smile.
Your smile brings a light
To my darkened soul.
There you were,
Just standing there.
I saw you and I wanted to reach you.
My hand went out to take yours.
I was so close, but then you were gone.
Every time I saw you, I tried to reach you,
But something came between us.
I realized that I had been distracted
By a friend that needed help.
I had to forget my desires
To handle this problem,
A problem that was not mine.
My desires became insignificant
As I had to put them on the shelf,
Because first I had to help out a friend,
To tackle someone else’s situation,
Then I could get back to my own.
Compassion, a word so few people know,
Yet something the whole world needs.
Some day I hope to reach you.
I just wish you know what I knew.
I wish you knew what you meant to me.
A twisted soul, looking for a way to you.
You are the only one that can help me
Find the way.
KMC Community Forums
Jun 8th, 2005 03:22 AM
Post some more please
I tried doing a sonnet once, lmao, and it turned out horribly 
