PA9's poetry

hey guys, i've been writing poetry for a couple of years and im finally posting my works! i hope u likkie!

Live and Let Live

If eyes are windows to the soul,
Those souls left theirs wide open.
By fortifying their front door,
The back is bent and broken.

Their venomous words disease your brain
And feed their blackened hearts.
To make you weak, they divide you
Into tiny little shards.

With their sharp tongues and rapier wit
They try to lead us all astray.
Though to the sharpest, keenest eye,
Their tricks are clear as day.

If sticks and stones can break your bones
Then they're forests and boulders.
No matter how many tears you'll cry,
They'll give you the cold shoulder.

Though jaded, blind, deaf, and dumb,
You can see through their veneers.
Through empty smiles and hollow hearts,
You can see their deepest fears.

And though you can hate, detest, and loathe
There's only one right way to live.
The sharpest arrow in the quiver
Is when you can forgive.

Every Diamond Has It's Flaw

Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Pride, envy, vanity?
A mask to hide what's bitterly true?
A lie to veil who's really you?

Peel away the layers, thick
Is what you see a clever trick?
A rouse to fool the whole world round?
Wrapped in lies, so tightly wound?

Or maybe underneath your skin
Is a soul so pure, devoid of sin.
Mistakes you make are part of you.
They make you human through and through.

It is a fact, a natural law
That every diamond has its flaw.
What's yours?

The Power of a Word

One word can paint a thousand pictures,
Tell a million lies,
Write a hundred stories,
And save a dozen lives.

One word can spark a million thoughts,
Ignite a thousand wars,
Kill a billion chances,
And open countless doors.

One word can break a person's heart,
Even mine or yours.
It can answer a myriad questions,
But invoke so many more.

One word can make you fall in love,
Make you laugh or cry.
You'll fall under its magic spell
No matter how hard that you try.

One word can fell a whole army.
The pen is mightier than the sword.
Remember and recognize
The power of a word.

nice..... i like them, style and subjects. just a bit on the spelling of some words, and they are great! 😄

i just wrote this one i did it robert frost-esque

through the white of witner,
the majestic hills of snow.
through the blinding flurries,
is one way it should go.

I took that road to a place,
a place that i call home,
i wound up where all roads lead,
to one place, though i did roam.

i trudged through the blizzard,
i wandered through the storm,
i ended up in by abode,
somewhere close and warm,

i lost my way through the squall,
they found me on the ground.
they brought me back where i belong.
i wound up safe and sound.

no matter what direction i travel,
or adventure that i long,
whatever trek that i will take,
I'll end up where i belong.

Nice stuff 😊

thanks

You're welcome 😄

here's some new poetry, it's pretty different than my others, i've had a lot of time to evolve my writing since i havent written anything for 3 months

Bout of Insanity

Words cannot describe
The state I'm in today.
Insanity creeps up on me,
Ever...so...slowly.

Shattered dreams
And broken hearts
Are the essence of daily life.

The hollow smiles,
The empty promises,
The frozen masks,
The apathetic demeanors,
Can't stop laughing.

That tunnel of light,
I keep running.
I can never keep up,
But still I try.

I want to leave,
But I still can't find
What keeps me here,

You're gone,
Yet, you're here,
And the awkward silence
Is screaming too loud.

It's killing us both...

and the second:

In you eyes I can fall asleep,
In my heart, you awaken.
Your arms are like a second skin,
More comfortable than my own.
I know you better than I know myself.

If only you could say the same...

your poems speak to me.... very true words...

thankyou😄

haha this is kinda funny,

Do you see these scars,
these painful marks?
Pining for you,
Shot down in my prime.
These wounds, won't they heal?
Why do I still bleed?
Your laughs spark my tears,
Your smile blinds my eyes,
Your image pushes, twists that rusty blade,
deeper...harder...slower...
The world stops breathing,
Why isn't it spinning.
Don't say it because,
I die a little more inside.
This fleeting glance,
Oh how I hate how it stares.
Love is a b*tch.
I would trade it for nothing.

phoenix avatar. these are good!!! The subjects are nothing new, but the way you play with "sayings" and "cliches" was awesome. I love the first stanza of the first poem.

"If eyes are windows to the soul,
Those souls left theirs wide open.
By fortifying their front door,
The back is bent and broken."

I was wondering if i can add a line after this? I like it too much not too.

If tongue is the source of evil
then goodness is beyond words
angels will appear with smiles
but it's the devil who purge

sorry if it isn't that good but, i had to add something to it.

Originally posted by doomsday49
phoenix avatar. these are good!!! The subjects are nothing new, but the way you play with "sayings" and "cliches" was awesome. I love the first stanza of the first poem.

"If eyes are windows to the soul,
Those souls left theirs wide open.
By fortifying their front door,
The back is bent and broken."

I was wondering if i can add a line after this? I like it too much not too.

If tongue is the source of evil
then goodness is beyond words
angels will appear with smiles
but it's the devil who purge

sorry if it isn't that good but, i had to add something to it.

omg, doomsday, i havent checked this in a while, thankyou, and it was great, do u have a poetry forum?