Poetry?

[buwie]

I didn't see a poetry section so since this is writing I thought I'd post my poems here. If you want to move them to somewhere more appropriate go right ahead.

I've written these three for my schools poetry slam so please enjoy them. Comments are welcome.

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Shelter

Walking down the rows
Looking out at me behind the glass
Their eyes hold their life story
Of a broken home,
Of a loving family

A tears goes out to the abused and abandoned.
A hand on the window to the loved and cherished.

My heart breaks as I walk away.
Just one I would love to save,
but my home belongs to five.

Moon’s Song

Muzzles to the sky
Howls rise to the heavens
Spine tingling
Yet, beautiful
Meaning something
Only the ear can distinguish

Can you hear it?
The Moon’s light reaching through the darkness.
Can feel it?
The Moon’s light anointing your skin softly.
Can you smell it?
The Moon’s light cooling the land from the days harsh heat.
Can you taste it?
The Moon’s light bringing only the best of the nights creatures.

Notes slow and deepen
As a song as old as time
Bids farewell to the Moon.

To Be Free

To be free is to see,
the microscopic veins of leaves,
the scared, rolling landscape from on high,
the aquatic life happily playing in their watery home.

To be free is to feel,
the damp soft cool ground beneath your bare feet,
the warm sea breeze on you skin,
the harsh chilling breath of winter.

To be free is to hear,
the morning song of birds as the sun rises,
the mating calls of animals at noon,
the hunger of a night hunter as the moon shines.

To be free is to smell,
the prairie flowers fresh fragrances,
the flowing river full of minerals,
the far off lands unique and intriguing scents.

To be free is to taste,
the healthy wild greens,
the shimmering river life,
the metallic life force of another.

To be free is to live the life of the wild.
Not one dependent on machines
Enclosed by stone
Not one that is killing us both faster than natures cycle with artificial chemicals.
Not one that will soon be gone.
You think a life like that is free.
You don’t understand what to be free truly is until you’ve seen nature through eyes untainted with a fake free life.

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I'll post more of my work if you guys ask.

[Rowen]

I ask^_^ I especially loved Moon's Song! I would post poetry, but I am not good at it. Tails is though. *Tails, POST ^_^*

[elementalfox]

eh Cye I don't think my poems are that good mostly just sad...
Ya copy and paste is lovely...these are my poems that I can find here quick...
Here’s something randomly odd for ya, poems I wrote when I was younger. If they make any sense at all. And I will say they are odd for poems.



I think this one I made to be a song. I made it for my mom because she missed her sister. (She actually still does)



Hi how are you

We’re so glad you could come today

But we’re sad that you couldn’t stay

We miss you

How can it be that you’re close to me

If you’re never around to be

Life is just hard but that’s no reason

To leave us behind

Where are you

You’ve been gone just so very long

We need you around just to hear your voice

But at this movement it is just a fragment

Stuck in the back of my mind

But it’s just not enough to get me through

I need you

How can it be that you’re close to me

If you’re never around to be

Life is just hard but that’s no reason

To leave us behind

We need you

Life still moves on but I just don’t understand

Why you’ve left me behind

And why you don’t call or write

It just doesn’t seem right to have left us all

So far behind you

Don’t forget me

How can it be that you’re close to me

If you’re never around to be

Life is just hard but that’s no reason

To leave us behind

Come back soon

Please just come back soon

We miss you right now

So please come back…



This one was written for a friend who couldn’t stand to be around one of her friends that she had been friends with for years. It was a sad circumstance.



I must be blind

Or far out of my mind

To be at this place

Searching for your face

But these people I see

Could do great damage to me

If you don’t stand up

I might be forced to have a cup

Filled with all of their lies

And fall down to my demise

For if you don’t help me

How will I ever find the key

That opens the door

And gets me up off of this floor

So I have the strength to carry on

And leave our friendship that has lasted so long

For you’ll just drag me down

And make me leave this town

So please just stand up

I have to leave you now

So please just give me the key

Before their influence catches my mind

I’m sorry you want to stay behind

Goodbye my friend goodbye



This poem was a result of boredom in history class when I was in the fifth grade. And yes it was snowing. This one has to be the strangest one…



A winter reality



As I stare out the window

At the fresh new snow

I dream a dream

Of a land with a wintry glow



The sadness and sorrow

The happiness and glee

In this land of reality



The days get ever shorter

The nights ever more long

It truly doesn’t mater

We’ll still work all day long



As strange a world this may seem

It is not much a dream

But our reality



This one would be more poetic if I had them separated and spread out like they were when I handed them in. in one of my English classes we had to read the book speak and hand in a summery paper after a few chapters. And when ever I handed one in it had a piece of this poem at the end. It was only after I got the papers back did I put them together.



People are cruel

And life’s not fair

Stuck with a mural

Unrecognized by your eye



In a strange new place

The old long behind

The new has been misplaced

A door between the two

Something painful locked inside

So many secrets we can hide



An overload of secrets

Causes a meltdown



Her key is what will set her free



Her life keeps moving

She starts rebuilding

Growing with every step

Her voice no longer kept



No longer an outcast

Now with her friends at last

She is no longer afraid

That her story may be heard



These last one I made while observing people. (I won’t say who at the moment. I am not sure they would like that so much.) Kind of sad though really. It was on one that liked to cut. And felt the need a few times to try suicide. Luckily unsuccessfully.



A lonely road

We’ll all walk toward

Some small mistake

That can cause a quake

The wind and rain

Seems all the same

Now there’s no where to run

And no place to hide

But it’s not our fault

This disaster can be hard to stop

But the sadness in side

Is blowing our minds

But while walking down this road

We should realized that we aren’t alone

There are millions and millions every day

We should listen to what the have to say

For they walk down the very same road

With on another’s help we will survive

Together every step of the way.

[buwie]

For being done when you were younger they are good. I loved the one written when it was snowing. I get that way sometimes when it snows, plus my good days are when it snows or rains so I feel better whenever it does. I admit that your flow is alot better then some of mine. I guess it's better to write poetry when your younger cause you don't have to rearange words, sentences, stanza's to were it flows better your thoughts flow from your mind to paper in the order they do which is why the flow is much better with some of my newer ones.

Here are two more poems of mine I did a while back.

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Need a Friend

They no longer pay attention to me.
They point and laugh.
Call me names.
I don't know how much more I can take.
They throw things at me as I walk away in despair.
Just once I wish to talk to someone without the name calling as I walk up to them.
I hate it.
I feel so alone,
so sad.

I don't like these new emotions.
Are you happy now that you make me feel this way?
I need a friend to share with me all that I feel.
To share a laugh with me, a cry, a memory.
I need a friend to keep this empty tattered soul from growing cold.
But, sadly.
No hears my plea.

This is all I've known,
and I fear it is all I ever will know.

RIP Grandma Inez

When I had heard you had left
I was to young to realize you would never wake from your eternal slumber.
When I saw you peacefully resting in your casket,
I wanted to reach out to wake you.
When I did I felt the coldness of death and knew your chest was to never rise again.
On my cousins shoulder I cried not wanting to face the fact you were gone.
No more memories to make.
No more crafts to create.
No longer could we hug and cry like we use to, because you had been laid to rest.
Now all I have of you are pictures and memories.
You held us together,
but we fell apart at your passing.
If only you could see the pain your death caused.
Would you come back if you could?
Or would you sit and watch?
These words are not enough to express my feelings at your passing.