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?

[Amalie]

i wrote this poem in a kind of written war against all those that oppress a human being weather it be a government or a religion, even that one person in your life that seems to have some control over you, it could even be the mass majority's views that are against you being you. but since this comes from more personal experience for me it could be interpreted in a different way.


Stand up to the lies you are being told.
you are in no way connected to this miserable soul\
a soul that screams and cries out loud
and yet a soul that makes no sound.

A voice disconnected from truth and life
a voice without hope that it yet to rise
so scream aloud what you now know
that life is yours and yours alone.

[Emanon]

She Let It Flow

The freshest wound of beautiful size,
In joyous pain she closes her eyes,
The emotion she no longer felt.
Sure it hurt but not so bad,
It felt the same as it always had,
Her heart had started to melt.
She felt hurt betrayed and alone,
For now she would be the only one,
She said she still loved her so.
She cried and cried when she said she would leave,
This was a tale she didn't want to believe,
For how could she let her love go.
She pleaded and begged for her to stay,
Knowing that it would be the only way,
To keep her alive and strong.
Her love cried too,
Because she knew,
That leaving her love would be wrong.
The next day she would have to leave her behind,
She swore her heart forever would bind,
She still didn't want her to go.
So she sat there atop her bed,
Making the call as she had said,
Her blood she just let it flow.
She went to see her love that night,
The ride alone took all her might,
She collapsed and caused great alarms.
"I cannot live without you",
She said "So I choose to,
Die in your arms".