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Deumeawyn wrote:
SexySultryAngelBabe wrote:
In the evening in the morning. I long to see your handsome face. You made me strong again I belong again. You are my everything. I tune my basses I sing into the Mic. You bring me babydolls champagne roses. From the fierce cold of winter the melting snows of spring you are my everything. Before my roaring fireplace I reveal my satin and lace to my man. You have my heart love soul spirit. Let me take you to the promised land never forget. You are my everything.

*cries*
That is beautiful!
To sappy the one below is much better and is going to be a song.

Monochrome

The world was full of light
With you by my side
The grass was green,
The sky a baby blue
Color filled every space
Every place
Songs floated through the air
I laughed,
I smiled,
I jumped and danced,
Knowing you were with me.

But when you went
The color left
Songs faded
And there was no longer light.

My world became muted
I saw in monochrome
The greens, blue, pinks, reds,
Became no more than
Blacks, whites, and greys
I no longer laughed,
Smiled, or jumped or danced
Not with you not by my side.

Isn't that how it always is?
When you loose someone you love?
Light turns to dark
Happy turns to sad
And color
Turns to monochrome.

Lazari-Not_IEPFB- wrote:
A midnight walk,
as I look at a singular grass stalk.
The lamppost shined a dim light,
highlighting my eternal plight.
Everybody disappears,
nobody around.
On my face,
tears.
But the most beautiful thing of all,
was you leaning onto that wall.
wow that's beautiful

Wax Play

Sickeningly sweet the darkness meets the light.
Secretly the whispers make you sweat between the sheets.
Every call out, every word, you're hanging by a thread.
Say you're sorry, do it again and watch them lose their heads.
Dripping from the melt of the flame, the lashing back at you only feeds your game.
It's bliss like every angry word hissed between your teeth.
Lying to yourself only makes the darkness delightfully weak.
So lie but don't dare, because you know the truth.

Serein wrote:
Monochrome

The world was full of light
With you by my side
The grass was green,
The sky a baby blue
Color filled every space
Every place
Songs floated through the air
I laughed,
I smiled,
I jumped and danced,
Knowing you were with me.

But when you went
The color left
Songs faded
And there was no longer light.

My world became muted
I saw in monochrome
The greens, blue, pinks, reds,
Became no more than
Blacks, whites, and greys
I no longer laughed,
Smiled, or jumped or danced
Not with you not by my side.

Isn't that how it always is?
When you loose someone you love?
Light turns to dark
Happy turns to sad
And color
Turns to monochrome.

Liking your style. Good stuff.

SexySultryAngelBabe wrote:
In the rains of spring in the thunderstorms of summer. I confess my crimes and sins to you. Forever your warrior and woman. In the fallen leaves of autumn. The fierce wind chills of winter Alone you and I in my teepee staying warm. Forever your warrior and woman. I fight my battles and wars for acceptance. When all I ever have known are hate crimes oppression prejudice racism in this world. Forever your warrior and woman. From custers last stand to both wounded knees. My ancestors and I fought to protect our land. Bleeding tears no white man understands. I'll defend you with my heart love soul spirit. Forever your warrior and woman.

Lovely poem, very romantic and strong. Makes me hope for luck between you and your love! 💕

I actually wrote this lyrical thing for an RP.

Idk I don't have a title *shrug*

What passing dream doth play duet to fillies of forethought
Sweet songbird serenade, are these the prayers you have brought?
The bosom warm, oh keep it be
Despite endless inanity
Such mindless wanderings and let them never now be caught.

I have admittedly been toying with sharing this one for months, and I always refrained because I didn't want to bring down the mood. It's personal, but I felt it was worthy of sharing nonetheless. There's an odd sense of pride with it, aside from clear personal resonance. I hope you all enjoy. <3



Open. Throw. Close.


I was walking by-
coffee cup in hand.
He was in black boots, blue sweat pants, black jacket with green elbow pads;
- lazily on the sidewalk
he swung his arms back and forth,
looking as exasperated as a child can,
never saying a word. Just
waiting.

I saw her, in the little red Honda, hands on the steering wheel.
The boy opened the car door; --

Open. Throw. Close.
He tottered off in a little circle, and as if playing airplane and came back.

Open. Throw. Close.

Her hair was disheveled but her clothes were nice in the confines of the vehicle
-- but I knew the look.

Would it be all right if I took off? Staring into the overcast sky, contemplating.
There was no penance for looking after one for only 5 years. All
the pain, heartache, and sacrifice. Would it be all right?
There was no place to take this decision she had made
and now had no idea how to handle.
We're taught that when we are young, yes,-
there are consequences but that can be made up over time, --
but 5 years
was not enough time.
The boy came back, opened the door in hopes of getting her attention, threw, and it closed
locking her in the silence of regret, and agony.

Would if be all right if I just left?

It would only last minute, getting back into traffic and accelerating away from
something I wanted to do but never should have endeavoured.


Eyes flickering.
He would chase after her in confusion, or stand there and begin to cry, lost.
She would see it in the rear view mirror--
But it would pass. It would only last a minute, only a minute.


And as she did what she had to do, I stood there
and wished my mother had done the same.

This is something I did back in 2009. I am not even sure if it can be counted as poetry or not, but. -shrugs- So uh...Please don't be too harsh to judge on me. thanks.

I had posted it on my DeviantART account, and it inspired someone to do a drawing to represent my work, which they did ask my permission to do.

The Night's Child

It’s midnight.
The sky is pitch-black.
The air is cool.
High above the trees,
Little stars dance within the sky.
The moon shines fully,
With a silver glow.
Streams of silver,
Dance from the moon itself,
To the earth below.
I stand, in the middle of the glow…
That flows to the forest floor.
Hunter green, is my hooded cloak…
Cobalt blue, with swirls of silver,
Be my silk tunic…
While jet black covers my pants,
As well as my boots
I am of the night.
I was born into the night.
Know me. Know who I am.
I am…the nights child.

Winters_Fury wrote:
This is something I did back in 2009. I am not even sure if it can be counted as poetry or not, but. -shrugs- So uh...Please don't be too harsh to judge on me. thanks.

I had posted it on my DeviantART account, and it inspired someone to do a drawing to represent my work, which they did ask my permission to do.

The Night's Child

It’s midnight.
The sky is pitch-black.
The air is cool.
High above the trees,
Little stars dance within the sky.
The moon shines fully,
With a silver glow.
Streams of silver,
Dance from the moon itself,
To the earth below.
I stand, in the middle of the glow…
That flows to the forest floor.
Hunter green, is my hooded cloak…
Cobalt blue, with swirls of silver,
Be my silk tunic…
While jet black covers my pants,
As well as my boots
I am of the night.
I was born into the night.
Know me. Know who I am.
I am…the nights child.

I really like that

Mercyinreach wrote:
Wax Play

Sickeningly sweet the darkness meets the light.
Secretly the whispers make you sweat between the sheets.
Every call out, every word, you're hanging by a thread.
Say you're sorry, do it again and watch them lose their heads.
Dripping from the melt of the flame, the lashing back at you only feeds your game.
It's bliss like every angry word hissed between your teeth.
Lying to yourself only makes the darkness delightfully weak.
So lie but don't dare, because you know the truth.

I like the imagery in this one. I can picture it, especially the middle part. It leaves me wondering about the meaning, whether the second person was a willing participant of the game or an unwilling participant. Very interesting and evokotive.

SexySultryAngelBabe wrote:
In the rains of spring in the thunderstorms of summer. I confess my crimes and sins to you. Forever your warrior and woman. In the fallen leaves of autumn. The fierce wind chills of winter Alone you and I in my teepee staying warm. Forever your warrior and woman. I fight my battles and wars for acceptance. When all I ever have known are hate crimes oppression prejudice racism in this world. Forever your warrior and woman. From custers last stand to both wounded knees. My ancestors and I fought to protect our land. Bleeding tears no white man understands. I'll defend you with my heart love soul spirit. Forever your warrior and woman.(for a man who actually loves and understands me)

I like this one a lot. I think the chorus is really catchy. Sometimes I can't hear the rhythm the way I would be able to if I was hearing someone read it out loud or sing it, because it's all together. Spacing between each verse might help with that....helping to make it easy to picture how it should sound when it's read out loud.

Here's how I picture it in my head when I read it. You can tell me if I'm hearing it right or not.


In the rains of spring, in the thunderstorms of summer. I confess my crimes and sins to you.
Forever your warrior and woman.

In the fallen leaves of autumn. The fierce wind chills of winter Alone you and I in my teepee staying warm.
Forever your warrior and woman.

I fight my battles and wars for acceptance.
When all I've have known are hate crimes, oppression,
Prejudice, racism in this world. Forever your warrior and woman.

From custers last stand to both wounded knees.
My ancestors and I fought to protect our land.
Bleeding tears no white man understands.
I'll defend you with my heart love soul spirit. Forever your warrior and woman.


That's how I hear it when I try to say it in my head. Anyway, I love it and wish I could hear you sing it and play it. Congrats good job

Serein wrote:
Monochrome

The world was full of light
With you by my side
The grass was green,
The sky a baby blue
Color filled every space
Every place
Songs floated through the air
I laughed,
I smiled,
I jumped and danced,
Knowing you were with me.

But when you went
The color left
Songs faded
And there was no longer light.

My world became muted
I saw in monochrome
The greens, blue, pinks, reds,
Became no more than
Blacks, whites, and greys
I no longer laughed,
Smiled, or jumped or danced
Not with you not by my side.

Isn't that how it always is?
When you loose someone you love?
Light turns to dark
Happy turns to sad
And color
Turns to monochrome.

This is great. I really like this.

I just wanna say I like everyone's poems.

Here is another one of mine from 2009.

Nightlife

As the sun goes down,
Signaling the end of day…
I listen to the sound of night life.
As the moon takes it’s spot,
Up high within the sky…
I hear the chorus of wolves,
Singing loud and strong.
And as the wolves sing,
To the moon,
I hear the yips…
And the yowls
of the coyotes in the distance.
A band of hyenas sit,
And cackle away like mad.
High in a tree,
Sits a wise old owl.
His hoot,
That sounds like “who”…
Keeps the hyenas laughing.
I am comforted,
In more ways than one.
For it is nature’s life,
Within the night.
It is there,
Nightlife.

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