I've wrote a few myself. I don't consider myself a poet, but I've been writing a few recently. You can write more than one and post it, just make sure it's clear they are separate.
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POEM 1 I want to be the one to inspire you. And yet I see you in the mood of blues. I want to be there, by your side, thick and thin. Even when you're mad at me, and even when I'm sad, I want to stick by you. I may not be as poetic as I can be, I may not be as attractive as I can be. I may not be as sentimental as I can be, or as witty. But some day, i hope to tell you this, and I would never wish to carry this to my grave. Though all the world, I still choose you, And I hope you'd choose me, too. POEM 2 When I see the ocean crash Tide against tide, Reaching it's hands to the shore, The peacful sound of silence. The Seagulls crossing over bay, the sun setting, as if it using the ocean to wave goodbye, until the very next day. POEM 3 I see your smile, bright as the sun, I see your tears, as depressing as a lonely night, I hear your laughter, as it is happiness I see your face, as innocent as a baby, And whenever I see you, I die. As though I am nothing, and you aren't there, Because your not, and I'm insane. As though through the cloudy skys at twilight, I'm speaking to myself, alone. POEM 4 Nothing; as though is emptiness, Nothing; for it is void. Nothing; for it is depression Nothing; for this is what I feel. POEM 5 The crazy may be crazy, the sane may be sane, the pretty may be pretty, and the not may not, But whenever I change, An angle or postion, There's a whole new perspective, Just waiting, For you. POEM 6 Standing, waiting, and waiting again, Alone, on a cliff, for a return From someone you trusted, a long time ago was to say, "Don't worry, I'll come back one day" Waiting and waiting, never to forget who they were, As though they forgot? Impossible, not. They will never forget me, and I shall wait for the day (they return). (Check comments to see the meaning behind all of these. Please try to keep my comment at the top)
The first one is a love letter. The second is trying to paint an image in the reader's head of a peaceful day at the beach. Poem number three is representing the insanity one can get from love. Poem 4 is trying to describe what depression feels like. Poem number five is talking about how if you look at something from a completely different perspective, you can see a whole new world. Poem number six is a poem about a girl whose loved one went off to war, traveling away from her, promising to come back again, but he never did. She spent the whole time waiting for her, but he forgot her. (What a jerk)
The moon shines above the clouds As rocky as my cat’s growls I sleep with a sliver of light on my face And ask myself if I’m out of place I wonder when I can ride my bike Oh my god please leave a like
Poem: Story In Your Eyes I only come to you when I'm sleeping Underneath the earth submerged by oceans There's been so many ways to imagine How I can make you love me But the broken chain becomes the noose For the story in your eyes Is the story of yourself Your reflection in the mirror I always watch you when I'm dreaming Because everything in life is not real It's the only conscious time when it can Let me see no one but you But the view remains as your alloy glass For the story in my eyes Is the story of no one No reflection in the mirror I want to be in your eyes I want to be in your story I need you as my reflection Why can't I see you? Why can't I feel you? Why can't I have you? Why can't I be you? Why can't you see me? Why don't you feel me? Why won't you love me? Why can't you be me?
A poem I wrote over a decade ago, about a desire in vain for a connection - whether emotional, spiritual, etc. - that may never happen. It could be about wanting to connect with someone, something, or even yourself.
they say happiness will find you, but I think sadness finds you too, it sneaks up on you in darkness, just when you think you've made it through, it opens up holes in what was solid ground, the kind you never know are there, until you take another step, and find your standing over air, the world around you passes by, in blurs of color and sound, nothing around you is making sense, as you continue to plummet down, you can't remember how it started, and you don't know when it will end, but you know that you'd give anything, to stand up on your feet again, sadness is that feeling, when the falling doesn't stop, and it saps your life of meaning, and all the good things that you`ve got, so when you finally hit rock bottom, and you look back at the sky, what you once had seemed so far away, the only thing left to do is cry, people all yell out "save yourself", calling out things about "happiness" and "hope", but they're too busy with their lives to realize, it`d be a lot quicker if they let down a rope. (note: this is not my poem it is from google but I like it so I'm gonna share it)
I call this The Wanderer One day Jesse stared out One day Jesse wondered What if life was about More than what he’d pondered While he rose every morning And got himself dressed He never understood What really was best No matter how long he thought No matter how long he looked It didn’t matter what he bought Or even what he’d mistook While staring out the window And seeing birds fly high Knowing things need to grow To his own world, he must say goodbye Life is more than sitting on a shelf Maybe even more than keeping all to yourself It could be what we see in others Than what we see with sisters and brothers So off Jesse must go Off to a world of his own To see everything high and low To see the world as others must know
Thank you, it took me about 15 minutes to do. I didn’t think it was that good unto I showed my teacher, and he said it takes most people a couple days to write a poem like that.
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Roses are red emeralds are green just like your eyes so green they make me feel so serene I am scared to tell you how I feel scared of rejection I'm scared you'll throw me into the trash can like a banana peel you make my heart beat u n s t e a d y when you stare at me get a clue or come through I would like to be with you I like you but I cant tell that your off limits I cant keep doing this I fall head over heels for you only you forever you - love, Star
Dogs are God Roses are red dogs they go woof and mine has lots of floof I love my pup he gives me kisses and when I'm gone it's me he misses my dog is my god and my good is my dog (I know it's goofy but I wanted to write about my dog)
“My love for you is like a river Like a summer breeze that makes my soul shiver One look from you is more precious than gold Let’s go get some barbecue and get busy.” — Raphael de la Ghetto
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dog spelled backwords is god my dog is my god the best boi the goodest boi the boi of my dreams my collie boi my baby boi tho he be 13 dog spelled backwords is god my dog is my god. (to my rigg man.my pupper) (i know there is anouther with dogs as god but i saw this post and i had this planed out all ready so i am sorry if you think i am coppying :(
