I wrote this one a long time ago, after finding out my Mom had a miscarriage three years before I was born. I was about nine or something. I'm working on my newest poems.
You never blinked an eye,
never saw the sky,
Oh Katherine, How it makes me sad,
and sometimes mad,
Mama never held you,
Oh how it happened so soon,
I never called you Kath,
You never helped with my math,
I know you're right next to me,
Wanting to play you see,
You'll never get to see my marriage,
all because of a stupid miscarriage
My mom still doesn't know that I knew about the baby. (Long story)

This one I worte for my RE teacher a few years ago and she really likes my poetry as I wrote one for RE before.

This is the time
Were we seek forgiveness for

Murder
Sins of the flesh
Stealing from those who have little, loads or none
Bullying those who are different than you.

From

Parents
Teachers
Friends
And people whom you have wronged

Rosh Hashanah
The time of forgiveness

And to make peace with god
So you will go to heaven

I love that poem. It's beautifully written.
I used to be very worried that I would always go to hell as a child. But now I know that I'm not that kind of person. I just love that poem!

Thanks I am so glad you liked it .

You are welcome. After all, it was a wonderful poem.

I love it as it is one of those poems which does not have a possetive nature and is oppistoe to some of the poems that people disagree I can see but this does show the effects of the subject matter.

I loved that poem and I also loved how it wasn't a stupid poem about skipping happily in a meadow. (Because I can only find poems that are stupidly cheerful, probably why I don't have a favorite poem)
I found a really old poem in a notebook. I don't like going over my new work, plus I thought sharing old stuff would make me remember.
You held on tight,
if you had a little more might,
I wouldn't of heard the beep and the words "Clear!"
those sounds, coming from the doors I was standing near,
doctors taking deep breaths and walking towards me,
after they told me the news I laid my head on my knee,
They did all they could but still,
Now I will have no trips to the old mill,
You won't see me walk down the isle,
or even see my first child,
I look up at night, you are now in the stars,
Sometimes I wish there was no such thing as cars

Wow this was written a long time ago


You can say it all
By whispering, not even a sigh
you deserted me
and I'm filling in the blanks

Your small gestures
render nothing of the obvious
and it means more to me....
that you would take time to
indulge my facade

What more could I want?
A solid block forged by the fortuitous sweat of faith
said he, it should be easy
I detest your punic faith, it is difficult to forget

~Fin~

What can it be?
Is it the howl of the wind for the wandering soul to follow?
What do the ages tell us?
It is priceless.
It is timeless.
It is obscure & unimaginably from our own minds
Wander, farther and farther
to reach the depths of utter desolation and isolation

and the sun that I carry, is a heavy burden to bear
But the majesty of paved thoughts daunts nothing of the mind
Simple questions with simpler answers

But,
How luminous is the sun stuffed in my pocket?
Reach for my hand,
the maiden behind the deliberate wall who bears nothing but the price of her crime
her soul howls deep into the night...
and the night is timeless,
and her price is infinite

I am in a sharing kind-a mood

How lived is a man with soft and palatable ground?
Swayed by NO malice
careened by NO mischief
How DANGEROUS is he without blunder?

My dear, no mistakes to have been made
then no lessons to have been learned



~fin~

Propose me onto this vessel
Take a whirlwind expedition!
I've seen not,
only the romance that would hither into the unknown
Should I blow away within the sails
I should think you'd anchor me to frailty
Although,

I've seen only the dusk rising before the storm
I've been only the shadow falling off the moon

See! My frivolous feet take on the deep waters

The Minute I held my breath, my life was the ocean
my smile was the moon
my freedom was the sky

I, bequeath you lightness....
I, surrender darkness.


~Fin~



My scathed skin peels from the graves of men
I shed every bone of my appetite
And I flow, clouded, with the mist

Never shine together,
with the moon or stars or light
But

Avenge in battle, with the THUNDER
with the LIGHTENING
with the depraved.


~Fin~

Those were really nice poems. I loved them!

Thank you

Zneimer, this Poem is VERY very VERY Interesting, INDEED-Y!!!

Thanks,

which one are you referring to?

Lost in all white
I hear a scream
A scream that comes
Comes from my blood stained lips

These tears won't
Won't stop falling
Falling into a deep abyss
An Abyss drags me into the deepest depths

I try to cut
Cut myself to relieve
Relieve this pain that I hold
Hold inside a broken heart

Alas I hold my hand
My hand out, for you
You to grab, and pull me away
Away from this sorrow

I finally feel
Feel the blood soaking
Soaking the ground beneath
Beneath this broken heart

I finally feel
Feel alive for the very first
First time in my life
My life is now taken away with a single breath

Why couldn't you
You see the pain
The pain I was in
In my final breath, I scream I LOVE YOU

I loved that poem. It was beautiful.

Thank you, LimesN'Peppers It means a lot ^.^ I love to write, I really do. Its like my true passion

I feel Death's icy breath
As my heart becomes black
I tried to scream
Yet no one heard

Is this my life now?
A tragic opera
With no one to sing
Nor even a whisper of a silhouette of love

I fell to hear no sound
Just a memory of disgraceful nightmare
I wanted to say this
And I wanted to say that

Words just weren't enough
Only the blood that now lays on the ground
I screamed with a passion
By my soul had lost through time and space

"COME BACK!" I screamed
With hopes of you running to me with open arms
Alas, I heard
"Leave me alone."

Now will you come back?
When the ice turns to blood
With not a warmth nor a passion
That shares a single existence

Please...I whisper
So soft, and yet so tender
I wish to say this
Before my final goodbye

Love is true, yet love is blind
Love can be cruel with no just of kindness
Love is a torment that we all feel
Yet, love can be pure with true passions

I wish to say this
Before my last breath hits the ground
I wish to say this
Before my final goodbye

I love your poem. It's very good. It's no wonder you got published!

Lol. I am writer first. Then I draw, then I sing.

Writing is my passion :D

And thank you, LimesN'Peppers :D

Her eyes closed too tight,
The knife tells a sad story,
Her cries were not heard
I wrote that a month or two ago. I was having a contest with my friend to see who could come up with the best poem in two minutes. I won. :p
Here's another one I was inspired to do after I wrote that Haiku
Why were her screams never heard?
She was beautiful and smart, but not a nerd,
She was what every girl desired,
Gorgeous, Popular, boys had no choice but to admire,
She was screaming every step of the way,
She went Downtown on a lovely night of May,
We found her dead, under a blanket,
There was no way she could of made it,
We never found the killer,
Life was turning into a thriller.
For some reason I can never write good poetry unless it's a haiku, rhyming and sometimes I'm good at couplets.