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Your poetry

I figured that some, if not most, people on here write a bit of their own poetry. I thought it would be fun to share some with everyone here. If you do write please post some of your work. If you love it brag about it, if you think it needs work then say so (maybe someone can give you a few tips).

Broken

I am broken
my paint is chipped
my strings are in knots
my dress is torn

The puppeteer is angry
because I can't follow
the commands he is yelling
Why are you so rough with me?

Why break me?
I do what you say
I do as you ask
So why me?

Choose another puppet
Make them do something
for once in their life
And leave me alone

I need to be fixed
I need fresh paint
I need new string
I need a new dress

I don't have time
to heal and be fixed
because you keep me so broken
and play so rough

Let me know what you think?

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Permalink Reply by Annika on January 26, 2009 at 3:47pm: I like it, it's dark with a tiny mixture of grey.

I write sometimes, I'm proud of what I write, cause it's straight from the heart.
My lyrics/poems is usually about my father, or sometimes my mother,
or other subjects that have affected me deeply in life.

So this is a part of one of my poems:
"While you're getting wasted of rum and morphine,
your daughter's at home, she's only fifteen.
she's crying her eyes out, her mother has passed.
Beaten to death she was not there to last.

4 in the morning you open her door,
you are so drunk that you fall to the floor.
Your vision is blurry, with a dimlighted haze.
Everything's black, but you do see her face.

You are the man, you got the control,
you rip of her clothes and call her your hoe.
Her tears you can't see, no you're too blind to see,
that all she's got left is her hopes and beliefs.

Fathers, not more than humans,
does that really make it all okay?
the beatings and the scars will stay forever,
but the fathers.. will not."; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on January 26, 2009 at 5:23pm: damn. Very well written, and very dark.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by XMETAL_MASSACREX on April 27, 2009 at 4:03am: utterly beautiful...it brought tears to my eyes.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Leigh on January 26, 2009 at 6:33pm: To Charlotte Tracey, wow that was beautiful. My favourite is the last two stanzas, they perfectly tie up the whole thing!

And Annika that was, chilling and just...I can't even find the words. It made me want to cry, but it's got a great rhythm and it all just flew together until the last line. Thanks for sharing that

The people that know me tell me they never see me without a pen in my hand.
This is one of mine, hope it's not too long.

Divided

A voice that poses no threat
Only red petals-
Silky and smooth.
Dying to purple,
Then wilting to black
A sob may be heard.
As well as a wicked laugh.
It sounds like bells
Then fades to hoarse,
Hacked and twisted-
Somehow it stays
Milky smooth
As well. It entices
The senses and draws you in, drugged,
but no don't follow
I do all the time -
All mistakes.
She breaks me.

The shy pleading mouthed words are shown
In my eyes but never acted upon
She begs and begs for me to slow down,
To listen but I don't of course. I run and run
But it always feels the same.
It all looks the same too.
Like a desert, everything's plain.
Everything needed you can't see.
The dry lump of thirst spreads from the tip of the tongue
All through
To the pit
Of my stomach.

The wicked one tells me
To bat a lash and I'll be out;
The shy voice tells me to break down and find myself - fill my thirst
Instead I fight my tears, my hurts
And bite my words
And find myself in a new environment
Same situation. Same question ringing through my ears and highlighting in my eyes:
What am I doing?
(Who am I going to be?); ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on January 27, 2009 at 2:23pm: absolutely beautiful. I love your wording, and the imagery is amazing.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by sAcrEd on May 18, 2009 at 11:55am: wow...i like this one alot...well done; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on January 27, 2009 at 2:24pm: Very strong poem. You can almost hear the pain and anger behind it.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Leigh on January 28, 2009 at 11:08am: I agree, that held a big impact, plus I've always loved the word apathy. :); ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on January 28, 2009 at 11:30am: well it is a very good word. ^_^; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Rene Pauley on December 11, 2009 at 3:18am: This is beautiful. It's so unique and differnt.It's so detailed..<3 i love this absolutely.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Jeffery Scott Hartman on March 25, 2009 at 1:08pm: very nice... poems like these make people empathetic; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Lisa on January 30, 2009 at 3:13pm: It's not really a poem, but it's the lyrics to the first song I wrote with my band. I love it 'cause it's a lyrical picture of my past. Tell me what you think. :D

Killed In Kosovo

This broken home going up in smoke
My babydoll is left to choke
Sitting in the corner and trying to breath
While the flames are laughing at me
Eat me up, burn me down
Dead or... ALIVE

Ch.
Just give me this unhappy ending
Not to far from pretending
Let me scream, let me die
No one can hear me

Bleeding from the thorn of a black rose
This is the life my father chose
Give me a chance to heal my wounds
I will play in heaven soon
Eat me up, burn me down
Dead or.. ALIVE

Ch.
Just give me this unhappy ending
Not to far from pretending
Let me scream, let me die
No one can hear me

Bridge:
Darkness roaming under my skin
My world that creeps behind the curtain
I close my eyes
Take me away
Save me

Ch.
Just give me this unhappy ending
Not to far from pretending
Let me scream, let me die
No one can hear me

Unhappy ending; ▶ Reply to This