Your poetry

[Charlotte Tracey]

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?

[Charlotte Tracey]

Thanks for all the compliments on my poems so far. Here's another. ^_^

Drama

I hold on tight
But I'm losing my grip
This isn't right
You're making me trip

I can feel the gaze
Of your frowning mask
Somewhere in this maze
That I hope doesn't last

Your black hole is too strong
It is pulling me in
This is so wrong
It must be a sin

[Benjamin Edward Clark]

This is a poem/song I wrote the other night. Its about various obsticles that I have faced in my depression. I hope you like it. I really like what you wrote.

Peace and pain

Happy lives built for living
Not a single dark cloud in the sky
The world they make just a program
Yet tears still fall from his eyes

No one knows, no one understands him
Hes alone but thats the way he likes it
Everyone he has met is dead and gone

A playful child in the graveyard
Thats where all his friends are
He sits and talks
But still no answer for

Why the world is so cold
Why did his father leave him
Why does he hurt himself
Why does the darkness plauge him

He cant find release
Hes going insane
No more peace
All he has, All he has is pain.

Suicide wont solve the problem
But razorblades seem to help
Visual voices are his disguise
Underneath he is someone else

[Charlotte Tracey]

I like the forth stanza, and line from the third that lead into it, it worked very nice. And the last line, "Underneath he is someone else," I think a lot of people can really relate to that.

[Benjamin Edward Clark]

thank you

[MorbidMetal]

Wrote this awhile ago. I don't even really know what it means, just kinda came out. Not very good at writing poems, but thought I would give it a try....

I speak in verses, not to be confused with curses.
The tension clawing at my jaw.
Sadistic tendencies that surface, without thinking.
The anatomy of the brain is an epitimy of my thoughts.

Would you like a verse or a curse?
Sanctuary resides in only one.
If its a verse you seek,
I can promise you a fountian of lies.

If you seek a curse,
I warn you of their crude truths.

For the blind, santuary lies within a carefully played verse

For the morbid, santuary lies within a pile of crude truths.

What do you seek?

Here comes the tension again, ripping at my tongue.
Soon I will not be able to speak in a verse or a curse.
That is my true curse.

[Emanon]

This Is How I Feel

When I look into your eyes,
I sink in the sea.
Gazing up to the skies,
Falling endlessly.

Your voice calms the ice,
As it sings to the trees.
To dance like summers mice,
Dizzy falling to my knees.

So soft like fresh dew,
Your skin comforts rain.
My heart beats for you,
My mind screams in pain.

I ask for your hand,
You hold fast another.
Gladly wearing his band,
Still you wait for one other.

You are my sunset,
Covering the last hate in light.
Things I live to regret,
Your love melts into night.

Lay sheltered in my arm,
Leaning into my heart.
Nothing will ever harm,
You my precious art.

You give me my reason,
To see life another day.
In every season,
To see life in your way.

This is how I feel for you,
Why I still am alive.
These words speak true,
For You I survive.

[Emanon]

Why The Crows Lament

On another sad night,
A feather doth fall.
Hidden from all light,
A crow makes its call.
Darkness shield my eyes,
Hunger shadows all thought.
The poor soul outcries,
Life floods freshly hot.
I scream to the moon,
No lamentations I wail.
The life laid to ruin,
Absent life's sweet inhale.
The crows caw rips my daze,
It knew what It saw.
Cold eyes meet my gaze,
It coos mournful caw.
It hides in the sorrow,
It shelters in shame.
No hopes of tomorrow,
Nothing left of my name.
My existence will cease,
Evidence never found.
As I sink into the trees,
The crow makes his sound.
Shadows melts onto skin,
Darkness dances alone.
The night rushes in,
Swallowing all but one tone.
Loud caws as I fade,
I'm sinking into all fears.
Lifeless forms had laid,
Mixing into deaths tears.
Lamentations to thee,
The crow always sings.
When beings like me,
Do terrible things.

[Justin Fleck]

I really liked this alot. It's not too complex, straight to the point, but not where you get bored from reading it. I hope you keep writing, it is a cure to personal problems. Well this is a poem most people don't know I've wrote. It is one I tend to hide from the public view, but I don't fear anything here.

Your Royal Fucks


You brought love upon me,
With stones of fear.
Tore hatred from me,
With words I dear.

An empty coffin, you placed me in
A mind of troubles, you taught me sin.

A river of red,
You place upon me
Valleys of blue
You tainted on me

I am a lover, you are what I loved
I am a hater, you are who hated me
I gave you a gun, you gave me a wound
I gave you my love. I gave you
My love

And see these blues and blacks
These reds that scab and crack
I gave you all you needed
You gave me nothing back.

A tear that scarred my face for life
You stole from me a sacred knife.
I love you so much, you gave me death
My heart is cold, just like my breath.

So use that pen
Sketch your words upon me
Take that pencil
And carve your love upon my body.

You were my god,
You were my saint.
A brave façade
A deadly taint

Cut me
Show me love
Fuck me
With all your guns

You forced me into a life as your son
Spending each day, losing a pulse, one by one.
Yet I’m here, and you’re there
I am free, you are nothing near.

So I don’t care, I don’t.
I don’t want any of you, I don’t want your love
I don’t want your crooked bruises
I don’t want your smooth red cuts
I don’t want anything from you.
I don’t want your royal fucks.

I am here, you are not
I am something that can’t be bought
I’m not your bail
I’m not your son
And you

You are not my father.

[Mr Monster]

This is my most recent poem written not for a class, just to get it out of me.
I'd toiled over it for a good month, I had the words but something kept bugging me.
This is my latest revision, and it's a bit hard on the outside and takes some analysis.
Enjoy.

-MrMonster

A Poets Mise to the Unknown

Speaking sleep walk.
It was dejavu when we met,
I'd seen you in my most serene slumber shows and malignant night terrors.
I recount the mute conversations we had,
Lips moving in counterpoint, battling amongst the dead of days past.

Words unpassed and passions untold,
The silence prelude to demise paving paths to nirvana,
The coolest part of the ocean spread wider than the cleft of a mind,
Waves of void washing through thoughts,
Echos of muscle spasms bound to eclectic currents.

Impact muses with dormant mises freefalling save security,
Tempting gunpowder dreams with flame guarded wishes,
Fighting prolapse with hope,
Shielding pregnant molds with plastic dreams.

[Diana Ciccaglione]

Written from a dream I had

Visions of you dart in and out of the shadows in my mind
like bats attacking insects.
Your memories comfort like the aching moon,
cold, mysterious, soothing,
and you both cast an eerie glow
stalking me during these restless nights.

Ravens cackle a symphony into wind-swept arms
bringing in the doubts and a melody of bittersweet loss.
Buzzards compulsively circle my bed
leaving endless clouds of terrible nausea that chokes the stars.

Sheets seperate from gaunt limbs
and I am pulled into a dizzying maze of needy cornstalks.
Anything to banish loneliness.
Inhaling toxic air,
I absorb obsolete affection and unrequited love.
You are passion.
You are cruelty.

Seduction and destruction permeate my soul
and I know you must be near,
tugging me to your unstable phantom persona.
You are the fish-hook.
I am the cursed worm pierced by fatal metal dancing,
struggling in a desperate denial of outcome.

Obsessive pursuit deepens the wound.
You sneak into my line of vision cutting marrow.
Speechless, I stumble upon words not spoken
and lose my courage to speak.
Moonlight allows me to clearly see the false machinery of that wicked smile.
Betrayed and revealed by your own insincerity.

Blinking, I pretend it's inconspicious
because I love you better as a lie.
Subdued, I run into your open arms
but am met with resistant hay.

Reality sinks in unveiling nothing but a decrepid scarecrow.
Just a mirage.
You never came back.
Hope decays and once again
I am tormented by your past abandonment.

Shrieks break from my throat ripping through the flesh
of the unsuspecting treacherous night.
Only the scarecrow can truly understand the torture of this solitude.
I remove the straw man from his post
and lodge the metal pole into my own backbone.

Gracefully I dangle under the watchful eye
of this desolate October chill,
gushing forsaken blood to the waiting worms...

Obsessive pursuit deepens the wound.

[Neha Singh]

I really liked the similes here...detailed poems are my favorite. The cadence of the words also fits really well. That must've been a hell of a dream!

I posted this on a different thread earlier, the first poetry thread I saw. I'll repost here...
I don't generally write poetry, I just really needed to get feelings down on paper. Unfortunately, I'm speaking from experience here...
Enjoy. If anyone could give me a critique, that would be awesome.
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"Pleasurable Pain"

Alone. At last.
I have been left alone
To make something
Of the incoherent thoughts
Racing around my mind.
I pick up the Swiss Army knife,
Flicking out the largest,
Sharpest blade.
I put the edge
To my wrist
And press down hard.
One quick movement,
And the blood begins to flow.
The pain comes quickly.
I welcome the sting,
The sensation of release.
I finally have another feeling
To focus on.
My eternal frustration
Can rest for once.
I am not totally numb to
The outside world.
Pain is what I feel.
Nothing more
And nothing less.
I cannot go back
To the way I once was.
I have been sealed
In a mind-numbing,
Torturous cocoon
Of pure agony.
Once it is removed,
It seems something is missing.
I do not know how to feel anymore.
I am numb.
The pain has cauterized
My emotions,
Made a mockery
Of my otherwise contented life.
It starts subtly,
Goes unnoticed for a while.
It swells
And begins to press
Upon the brain
Like a slowly swelling balloon
Filled with metal.
It is a time bomb,
Waiting for the tiny pin
To set it off.
The pressure is too much.
The metal balloon explodes.
It drives huge spikes of shrapnel
Deep into the consciousness,
Some of which
Will never be removed.

The blood flows down my wrist,
On to my hand,
Trickles down my fingers.
I have found a release.
At last.
Unconsciously, a smile
Sneaks on to my features
And says what I cannot.
Another quick slash
Of the knife.
Another red line appears
On my previously unmarked
Wrist.
A thought
Breaks into my mind,
Crashing through the euphoria of
My pain.
I am pathetic.
Why must I succumb
To these momentary pleasures?
I am smarter than this.
It will give me satisfaction,
But the scars will last a lifetime.
Is it worth it?
I struggle with the answer
For a few moments.
My hand shakes as I
Draw the knife
Across my wrist
Once more.
The knife drops
When my fingers twitch.
I came here looking for refuge
But it has only increased the storm
In my mind.
A plugged-in soldering iron
Rests in its cradle.
I carefully pick it out
and touch the tip
to my bare hand.
It jerks away
Automatically,
But not before
There are severe burns.
This is no better
Than a cut.
I am still at odds
With myself,
Incapable of
Positive thought.
One part
Looks on the other
With open scorn,
The other half
Runs and hides
In a corner.
I need someone
To save me
From myself,
Before I am torn apart
By this raging storm
Of emotion.

However, I know that
I cannot stop
Now that I have started.
Already I feel the craving,
The hunger for more,
Ever more relief
From my anger and despair.
With every cut,
The feelings are released
Into the world.
It is an addiction.
I could not stop
Even if I wanted to.
I am trapped
Inside the cage
That my mind has created.

[Amalie]

Untitled.

Scream my child scream, fill my ears with all those fears
that make syou want to hide.
Cry my dear, cry.
try to escape and realise that you will always be mine.
come to me and you will see that i am the master
and you are my slave, so
bleed my little girl bleed and show me that you are afraid.

yeah it;s kinda messed up but it just came to me.