Random Poetry.-Any types welcome!

[...Ғαℓℓɛи...]

...Greetings...

I just saw this thread, and thought maybe, someone could give me a little advice on this poem...? I only just added verse 4 and 5. The rest of me poetry is in the link in my signature. Also, I think you can gather my style from my signature as well.

A pocket full of whispers,
This wakefulness disturbed.
Two patched-up lovers shattered,
His anger finally curbed.

They took the risk in knowledge,
They understood it square.
Yet one thing was forgotten,
Life is never fair.

In one messed up moment,
Through drugs and endless drink.
Throughout the raging terror,
His heart began to sink.

The gun was pulled in rashness,
The trigger, just a click.
To his knees he fell in horror;
Just life’s old dirty trick.




...thankyou...

[Xiphire]

nice! I really like it!

[...Ғαℓℓɛи...]

Thank-You. I like your writing style as well.
I'm going to attempt to write without forced rhym, something I've never accomplished before. Any hints/sujestions from anyone?

[Xiphire]

thanks! well I just go with the flow when i wright.

[...Ғαℓℓɛи...]

I shall attempt. Perhaps not succeed, but attempt.

[Xiphire]

worth a try.

[Xiphire]

I like black,
not blue,
or pink,
black,
plain black,
simple though deadly,
just like me,
just think about it,
so,
what is black?
it's not blue
or green
or red
it's black,
plain simple black,
simple though deadly,
just like me.
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Ok this was really quick and i don't know what it is about.

[Mz. Hyde]

Black is the colour of mourning,
Black tastes like the blood and tears of the fallen
It looks like broken hearts, shattered dreams
Black smells like nothing and
Sounds like the falling rain, like the river of tears at a funeral
Black is the colour of mourning, and the colour of goodbye

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For english... Must edit... Must T_T

[Dovahkiin]

Black is the scent of rotting flesh
Black is the sight of mangled bodies
Black is the feeling of pain, suffering, brokenness
Black is the sound of tortured moans
Black is the taste of a sorrowful farewell
Black makes me cry





Meh. Don't like it.

[Octember]

Just to keep up with our current colour theme:

One wears black
One wears white
They both live for the devil on bonfire night

One lives night
One can't sleep
They both missed heaven on the lonely steep

One tastes fear
One tastes blood
They both live cold on the godly flood

One knows bad
One knows good
They both know each other and where they stood