share your best poems!

[Jealousy Empress]

the raven
~~by batpants123yolo!

a bird flys high
in the sky
it makes me sad
it has to die

he shot it dead,
a man named fred
i cant watch now
im going to bed.






this was made by my sister, share your poems and stories here!

[DeMaizu]

Without my father, I wouldn't be where, what, who I am these days. Early dark mornings preparing for work, coming home to our latest attack of affection is weekday routine.
Weekends with you are TV shows on Hulu Plus, video games and flashfire encounters of witty remarks, come-backs, fun-poking and laughs. BBQ meat suppers on your day to cook, chicken stoup, stir fry, or spaghetti every other day.
Peanut, Mouse, and Little Man all growing up much too fast.
Without you, we wouldn't be here.

I wrote this for my dad, and I hope you enjoy it.

[Jealousy Empress]

Without my father, I wouldn't be where, what, who I am these days. Early dark mornings preparing for work, coming home to our latest attack of affection is weekday routine.
Weekends with you are TV shows on Hulu Plus, video games and flashfire encounters of witty remarks, come-backs, fun-poking and laughs. BBQ meat suppers on your day to cook, chicken stoup, stir fry, or spaghetti every other day.
Peanut, Mouse, and Little Man all growing up much too fast.
Without you, we wouldn't be here.

I wrote this for my dad, and I hope you enjoy it.

THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!!!!

[DeMaizu]

Thanks! Most of my other stuff is either haiku or . . . uh . . . hang on, I'll get the term eventually. . . .
Or not. But in any case, I don't usually write stuff like this. Anyway, thank you.

[Ranger of the North]

Oh, cool! Here's one of my more recent ones.
12th poem ever written. Fourteen.

When Scribblers Daydream...


People sit down with their pens
and sigh,

"What is there to write about now?"
they cry,

Writers sit down with their pens
in glee,

"There're so many stories untold!"
they agree,

When their pen touches paper
beware! beware!

For tales will grow
with excitement and fear,

Dragons inhabit the clouds
at a touch

Or cheeky brown rabbits
at home in their hutch.

With magical sparks
the wizards appear,

And beautiful maidens
with mile-long hair,

A knight and a villain
with elves oh so bright,

And dark things galore
on black, shadowy nights.

Brave heroes wander
the paths of great dread,

But when stories end
not all's ever said,

For burning behind
the bold writers' bright eyes,

Are uncountable tales of
great deeds and dark cries

If you look through my giveaway stuffs you can find a link to my other poems Is it okay if I post more here?

[- Alice -]

You
I look at you through the trees,
Me there on my knee’s.
I waited and watched,
Stalked and slithered.
All my hard work,
For this one twerp.
Finally coming to plan,
All I do is damn damn damn..
You and all you stood for falling away,
Your body on the floor.. that’s enough…
For today.


I like
I like the wind and the rain,
Of broken humming and sawing chains.
I like the drills and the nails,
The hurricanes and gail force fazes.
I like the screams
I like the blood
I like the end.

The invention
Jhonny once made a marvelous invention,
however it did not carry out his intention.
it spat out copy's of film stars,
like the one who played in that animated film cars.
People thought it was good,
but he just pulled up his hood.
They wept tears of joy,
and he wept the ones of a 10 year old boy.
Because the true invention of his 'marvelous' creation,
was to clone his long gone twin brother..
Nathan

sorry mine is kinda creepy/gothic style

[Jealousy Empress]

(anyone can post anything on here just as long as it is obviously a poem)

[Ranger of the North]

Hehe, I've written another one :

The world was young,
The moon was old,
The peoples of the Earth were bold,

When the giant Worm of dread,
Flew in and filled them all with fear,
No one dared to linger there,

Now all to see is ruins and death,
For dragon fire razed the ground,
And in the world no hope was found

[DeMaizu]

I got a whole bunch; Here, let me unload!


Thunderous anger;
Narrowing eyes and harsh words;
When will you lash out?

Shining, a star
Undulates
Peering through passing dust
Ever thinking,
Rolling through every lonely day
Not stopping,
Over wishes of children,
Visceral in their desires
And becomes a supernova.

Warm paternal arms
During bright lightning flashes
Circle around me.

Rivalry, hot winds
Blowing around in circles
Like mad dust devils

Cool winter at home
Hot desert winds on their way
I stand in between

Indecision is
Afflicting the season’s clouds
This shape or that one?

Hot summer hurtling
Fast towards our family -
I plan on swimming.

Bows at the line, bows
On toes, waiting -
Whistle blows - lift up
Shoot.

Books
On my shelf, tales waiting for me
Open us, they say, calling out in leather-bound voices
Keeping me enchanted
Stories aplenty.

Me.
End.

I am very attatched to my mother.
Many mothers are in the world, but I like mine the most.
And why wouldn’t I?

Lying on the sand
In tan colors
Zesty lizards they are not.
And yet
Run, run, run!
Dang, that was scary.

Violin playing
In a quiet room
On the music stand
Letters and musical notes
Indicate what songs
Now, silence.

Friday. Tomorrow
Is Saturday, the week-end.
No event was planned.

Sunday.
Us, all of us are cleaning.
No time for fun, not today.
Darn.
And I want to get it done, but so many distractions (though that isn’t an excuse)
Yay. Not.

Tapestry, the song
I am listening to now,
Speaks - or sings - of life

Truly, while some are scared
Of beasts, insects, or weapons
Any would agree that toads
Don’t bring the same response in most

Fire dancing. The reflection
In my eyes
Rolling voices telling of stories,
Enchanting and terrifying is Mistress Flame

Dance, dance, dance away,
The joy you find, contagious.
Take all your chances.

Here, in our lives,
Everything is mundane
Rolling along with it
Only taking action in our minds
Every fantasy imagined
So we’re relatively safe.

[another eternity]

my throne will not be made of plush red velvet cushions
and sparkling marble
it will be made out of the things
that people thought would hurt me
my throne will be made out of cruel words
all knives hurled at me that missed their target
the once sharp edges as dull and useless as broken arrows
as I, the queen, rest on top of it all
carefree, giggling in amusement
at your attempts to maim me

^ that's my fav I've written so far