poetry by me

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poetry by me

Pools of Red

Where had hope gone
Did it ever exist
As the blood oozes
From both my wrists

I will soon be dead
To hope no more
Final words written
In blood on the floor

I sink to my knees
As tears are shed
A life being drained
Into the pools of red

OMG that is sooooo good!!! You want to here mine?

Luv

As sun sneaks acros the water you can feel the earth shiver.
Night is now day the light gives us life.
Clouds apear to welcome angels in.
All is peacefull.

Yo are you there?

yeah im here wow

Ya you like it... I made it up on the spot!!!

its need to be longer but it is good

Ok I'll try..

Luv

As sun sneaks across the water you can feel the earth shiver.
Night is now day the light gives us life.
Clouds apear to welcome angels in.
Al is peacefull.

Trees wisper witha soft fragrance.
Holding their true buety inside.(don't mind the spelling)
Eagles glide over the air like a feather floating down water.
The world is calm.

I don't like the last line / sentence it's to similar to the first...

I got it...
Not a sound is spoken.

Yo poetry person you there?

Anyways got to go... Bye!!!

Originally posted by Orlando Bloom03
Ok I'll try..

Luv

As sun sneaks across the water you can feel the earth shiver.
Night is now day the light gives us life.
Clouds apear to welcome angels in.
Al is peacefull.

Trees wisper witha soft fragrance.
Holding their true buety inside.(don't mind the spelling)
Eagles glide over the air like a feather floating down water.
The world is calm.

its nice i like it.... and i have a baby so although im here sometimes im really not

Re: poetry by me

Originally posted by White Lady
Pools of Red

Where had hope gone
Did it ever exist
As the blood oozes
From both my wrists

I will soon be dead
To hope no more
Final words written
In blood on the floor

I sink to my knees
As tears are shed
A life being drained
Into the pools of red

This is really great; I love it.

Originally posted by Orlando Bloom03
As sun sneaks across the water you can feel the earth shiver.
Night is now day the light gives us life.
Clouds apear to welcome angels in.
Al is peacefull.

Trees wisper witha soft fragrance.
Holding their true buety inside.(don't mind the spelling)
Eagles glide over the air like a feather floating down water.
The world is calm.


This one I like also.

Now...here's my'n; evnthough I know this thread is about White Lady's poetry.
The End
I see pain, I see death I don't wanna die
How can it end?

Do we really die or just go to another place?
Is it really end, or just a new kind of pain?

How to react? How to escape?
I don't wanna go I really like this place.

How to stay yourself; how to trick the death?
Do I run away or should I hide from hell?

Can I live or I'll have to die?
Do I start it over or I'm finished with this space?

Am I moving forward or there even isn't a path?
So many questions and the answer comes with

The End

Nice poem.... Ya mine waz the one titled Luv!!! Did you like it?

If I'm not blind I see I already said I like it.

Oh you were talking about mine... AAAWWW Thanx!!!

ty

Hi...

Another poem!

There's so much about me
That nobody knows,
But I know it's because
I don't let it show.
But even if I did,
Would anyone care?
Would somebody ask?
Would someone be there?
I've never really had someone
I opened up to,
Never had a friend's advice
About what I should do.
I always had to hold my own
And listen to others' troubles.
But every time I help someone else,
My own depression doubles.
They don't see the other me
Where the hurt and tears all hide,
And therefore I have no one
In whom I can confide.
I cry it out to my pillow,
I write to my diary,
But there's no real person
To understand the real me.
I pray to God to hear me
And send a real friend,
I ask him every morning
And at each day's end.
There are a few I talk to
About what's hurting me,
But I'm still not sure they know,
I'm still not sure they see.

All I really want
Is someone to love me true,
And listen to these feelings
And pains that I go through.

I want someone to tell me
That they really understand,
And someone I can trust
To be there to hold my hand.
So I wait for the moment
My dream is finally found,
And go back to crying and writing
Without a single sound.