Vaya's poetry.

Vaya's poetry! Join the fun.

I'll post some of my poems in here, and you guys can comment if you like. Also feel free to share your poems to.

This is a poem I wrote today.

This is no Love song by: Me 🙂

This is no love song.
Even though my heart aches to give you one.

There are no love songs For you.
No! None for you.
Because all those silly love songs
are simply not good enough for you.

No! This is no love song.
Not for you.

If you want something special
Then let me tell you..
This is no love song, but
I do love you.

No! This is no love song.
They just would not be good enough.
No! They just are not good enough.

If you want something special, or
something different then take my heart.
Because this is no love song, but
I do love you.

So you can't have a love song.
They just not good enough, but
you can have my heart.
Because I love you.

Cute. 😄 Have you written more?

That is cute! 😄 I would like to hear more as well.

nice. intiguing style. I really enjoy the duality in the seemingly simple wording yet complex emotional context. now, get back on the keys and type more!!!! hahaha

Here is another one.

Title: The Beauty of this Hidden Heart.
The beauty of this hidden heart, springing from the darken mind.
A wind blows of a cloud, chilling to my ears.
Then I heard the mellodies of silver bells.
A voice from out of the darkness cries "The breath of god will be here tonight".

Longing for a hidden heart, but where is the Heart?
For I seek this heart.
Is it far? Or is it near?
I want to see the beauty it shares.

Searching for what is fair. It seems to me that its not near.
I heard it is like pure soul, with beauty that cannot be told.
If only I could find this heart.
but its lost in the dark.
For many years I have searched.
Nothing has been found.
Hopefully I will find that heart I yearn to seek.
For I will treasure its every beat.

nice.....nice...NICE...... i like. i like a lot!!! More.. must have more vaya.....

The Hunter by Me

The Man is watching me from the beach.
He will always be watching me.

It's a beast, not a that looks at me so.
I shuddered to think its watching me.

This beast admires me, and believes I am a beautiful.
For not only does this beast want my body, but my soul.

Interesting. more...

This one is weird. I wrote it a few years ago.

Title: Tortures that they thrist

The souls that knew it well
That I suffer in pain, was indeed my parents.

They think of me as a horrible biran.
They tormented me for hours.
Death is near!
Bright hope its self has fled at last.
Bow down in sorrow, and in shame.
My hope has flowed away.

Oh, the tortures that they thrist.
Their tortures are my worse pains.
Chilling, and killing me in every way.
As my soul starts to break.
I began to weep.
While I weep life fades away.

Oh, God please! Take me away
from the tortures my parents has put
upon me.
Please! Please take me away.

kinda at a loss other than wow... hahaha

It has a lot of meaning to it

My only friend is going away.
He never says he was my friend.
Nor that he will miss me.

He is a soldier.
No emotions is what he goes for.
All I want is for him to miss me one time.
He is one of my only friends

What will be come of him?
Will I ever have anymore friends?

Loneness can be so cold, but yet its not so bad.
When you are lonely you can't be hurt.
No you can't be hurt.

But will I ever have anymore friends?
Will he ever miss me?

Only a soldier knows.

I like. been a soldier, and this gets me in the gut...

Originally posted by vaya_the_elf
My only friend is going away.
He never says he was my friend.
Nor that he will miss me.

He is a soldier.
No emotions is what he goes for.
All I want is for him to miss me one time.
He is one of my only friends

What will be come of him?
Will I ever have anymore friends?

Loneness can be so cold, but yet its not so bad.
When you are lonely you can't be hurt.
No you can't be hurt.

But will I ever have anymore friends?
Will he ever miss me?

Only a soldier knows.

That poem is ok ...its not really one of my favorites.. just got bored.

pretty hard-hitting boredom sweets. 🙂

Who shall be sent by me

If the world is dead, and all is lost
Who shall be sent?

Is it me, or is it you?
Will the world come to the ways of the old
Or will it perish?

Shall there be death, or will there be light?
Will you go and fight?

Not with swords, or with guns.
They will not matter in the end.

Only words, and kindness shall break the evil.
Who will be sent?

Is it me, or is it you?
Who will stand up for what is right?

Kindness is the only way.
When the light shines down
We will all be taken back by the light so bright.

So who shall go, and who will stay?
Will it be me, or will it be you?

Does anyone have a clue?

As long as we stand, and fight.
Not with swords, or with the guns.

We will be saved.

Hmm... nice! Irregular style, great message.

Thank you.

Just wrote it.

Now YOU need to write more... hahahaha. can you do one on the forest?

Maybe later