Please post poems that YOU have written, and please rate my poems!

They are more of short stories actually!

When I saw him walk away, my heart made a flip
When I saw him try to ask me out, I almost died because I got so nervous
When I heard him think that I hate him I wanted to die
When I saw him ask her out, I knew it was over
When I saw them kiss my heart fell apart into million of pieces
When my heart fell into pieces I couldn't feel a thing
When they broke up, because he said he likes someone else
I knew that someone else was me
When I remembered that I have no heart to love him with I asked myself, Should I give him a chance or should I rip his heart out?

:D Cool, I love poetry. Here's one of mine! (I have tons)

"What I See"

Everywhere I look I see
So many people who don't wanna be
So many people with out a clue
To many people with nothing to do

I see a nation falling apart
Too many people with evil in their heart
To many people without dreams
So many communities ripped at the seams

I see in too many places
Lost and desolate faces
People who have given up hope
So many people who don't know how to cope

I see a nation falling into peices
Too many things swept into the creases
A nation falling into disrepair
10,000 people sitting around and not one of them care

I see a world with an aim to destroy itself
A world where peace is left on the shelf
A place thats not safe for children on the street
A world where love is easily beat

I see a world bent on war
A place where blood washes up on shore
A world of deceit and lies
Counting down to its own demise

I see a world of inequalites
Somewhere where nothing is as it should be
A place where children can draw their last breath
And happiness is surrounded by death

I see a world that doesn't care
A world where nothing is fair
A place where the truth becomes a lie
And all that is good must die

Around this time, spring is here
Bringing peace and love through the air.

The gift of spring lies in its beauty
The flowers, the trees, and nature.

The sound of birds sooths you to a gentle slumber.
If you never live to love spring, your life is a sad story

Some days are kind
Some days are cruel.

Sometimes it’s sunny
Sometimes it’s rainy.

The soft winds make you happy
The streams make you content.

Springs love and beauty last a little while
Before it dies out, make the best of it.

Oh blessed cats
They prowl around.

Stalking their prey
Keeps them lean and not round.

Cats jump they sprint
They sleep and jog and eat like a hog.

Their innocent face
Helps them from trouble.

Cats make you mad
But you still love them so.

Oh blessed cats
You’re forever in my heart.

Snow

Snow, Smoke in the breeze

Vanishing fast and arriving slow.

Twice a year we endure the cold

Twice a year we embrace the joy

Once a year we rejoice with Santa

Snow, Smoke in the Breeze

A True Friendship

The day we met was emotional and stormy
not knowing life was about to swirl into a vortex
not knowing that what would come out of the eye
would be the sweetest reward of all

Looking back you can see something changed
Something that very moment the storm subsided
A ray of light began to show thru the dense clouds
A beem of precious purity, a New begining , a True Friendship

Life brings us very few true friends
the kind you can count on to keep your secrets
The kind who you trust with you life
The kind you too woudl lay down your life for

Once you find a true friend
Hold them with your might
Protect them and keep the safe
They are your future , your strength your Foundation

For without true friends
you are alone to roam this is true
but while you roam alone you realize
you have missed out on lifes most wonderful gift of all

A true Friendship

Junkman

Security here is two tin cans
tied to a chain,
my junkyard full of rusty dogs.
Broken hearts arrive shortly
after their cellphane
wrapping and glib instruction manuals.
Why they continue beating
bleeding postmortem gibberish
I never want to know.
I am the Junkman, and there is
Always something coming through here
Old girls, thirdhand godfathers,
lost keys, discarded cars with trunks
with bodies
This is my Junkyard, and I have
seen all Historians die of chronic deja-vu
While I gorge here on wisdom of ages
for which I am proud; But one day
I will burst-- for a little knowledge
is a dangerous thing and Ihave
millions of little knowledges insde
me, indigestible. I will cough
knowing and understanding to
all the races, and
as I forget, they shall
remember themselves--

I don't remember what inspired me with this one, I think it started to come to me and snowballed from there. I really like this poem for undetermined reasons.

School assignment- write an elegy.

Catherine Robison

I'm sorry
Did I do something wrong?
All I remember is
Going out to buy a hat- I knew then
You weren't there and
The lipstick in the bathroom cabinet
Wasn't mine.
I found myself at the lake
With a vibrant and beautiful person. Her
Name is Vivian. She said she loved me
Maybe
Familiar? Yes
I saw you at the cafe on the Old
Lane together. You kissed her.
Maybe that's why I'm here
My hair not quite done up right-
From a bullet and a fall-
And even now as the world fades-
I try to forget that-
It might not be my fault that
I love you-

One day I was over at a friend’s house
With a new girl, old friends, and an ex
Like him? Not anymore, I was ok with movin’ on.

But, I and other all misunderstood
Making drama and tears in my paradise
The only one that I had know for years
I felt left out and I tried not to
But other people said things that hurt me greatly
Lies became truth, I cried, so negative
But no one sees it
No one ever sees the real me, why?

I have many questions to those things
That happened to me tonight, I have many theories
I just have to think about it longer
Before I find which one is true

Day two worst than the first
Everyone was tried of the drama
But those that caused it
I had a dream about it,
I had to add in the new updated info
Add it what happened after dark
Awkward situation, stuck in the middle
Going against my morals
Thank God Nick cockblocked them
Everyone’s waiting to attack another person



Once again anxious
Music is something that clams me
But ‘she’ doesn’t like anything that I listen to
This will end in a fight a month from now
And I’m still trying to figure out why I did what I did
What am I going to do next weekend?

So new I sit here eating pomegranate jelly beans writing this to everyone

I’m writing to you because you’re there for me
The only one at “A� lunch that changes that way that I think
You make me smile, you’re like a fox
Your smart, sly and full of smiles if only your brother knew
I know that were just friends
But, I think that you’re the best person for me to write this to
You’re funny but serious personality matches my goofy and fun-filled one
I can always laugh and around you
I can be always be myself around you
You bring joy to my day, and I look forward to talking with you everyday
And for many more to come,

Invisibly is no comparison to the way he feels
But why does he feel invisible he has me?
Why doesn't he let me in?
I want to protect him, be there for him
But he doesn't see that
He's trying to lock away his emotions
There are so many questions for him and me
From him to me and me to him
So that he doesn't feel beyond invisible
But why does he feel invisible he has me?

I park
As it gets dark
I am alive

I love my cat
He's fat
Nose dive
Into a bee hive

Get murked
Where the bees lurked
Survive
I'm not alive

My monster dog
Play pogs
I drive
And I will thrive

Forget Him

Forget his name, Forget his face
Forget his kiss his warm embrace
Forget the way he held you tight
Remember he's with her tonight

Forget the way he used to walk
Forget the way he used to talk
Forget how close you two once were
Remember he has chosen her

Forget the love you two once shared
Forget how much you truelly cared
Forget those things you used to do
Remember he's replaced you.

Forget the way you feel alone
Forget the life you once had known
Forget the pain, Forget the tears
Remember all the loving years

Forget you lived to be his wife
Forget you gave most of your life
Forget he said he'd leave you never
REMEMBER your better now then you were EVER


Choices

The choices we make in our loves are our own.
Do we make them with knowledge or just desire?
Do you chose to live or be led?
What choices you make turn to ice or to fire.

Do you chose to be steady
Or do you chose to fly free?
Will your life become stable
like you hoped it would be?

Those choices you make
when you are leading your Life
will you help your friends mend
or be the one to cut with the knife?

Do what you will
Make the choices yourself
but always remember
Friends are worth more then your wealth

Once apon a time
you were given a chance
To leave the hell you called home
and and not give it a glance

but you chose to throw it away
for the Love you held Dear
someday you will see
all those choices so clear

The friendships that you left behind
broken, tatered and torn
The friends who you left, standing all alone
All the hearts that were broken that you didnt warn


You cant reverse choices
that you make along the way
you must live with them
each and every day


So make your choices
each and every day
knowing your friends
could have helped guide the way

Stop chosing to leave them
all broken hearted and used
they helped you escape
the life you had full of abuse.

They chose to be there
thru the good and the bad
Holding your hand and your heart
Helping you to not be so sad.

You can fix the present
and the future if you so chose
but if you keep treating them poorly
it will be you that will lose.

I know he likes me, that's why he wouldn't quit smiling at me
I know I like him back, but I have no guts to say it
I know he wants to ask me out...again, but is way too shy
I know that it makes us both sad
I saw him sadly walk away when I left
I miss him so damn much!

?What would happen if your world came crashing down??

?YOU HAD?....

What if you had the guy
Had the world
Had anything you desired

?ONE DAY?

Your world came crashing down
Your ters burned like fire
Nothing was possible to get back
Everyone hated you
No one was by your side
Something had to be done....

¤WHAT YOU DID¤

You came home
You were alone
It was just what you wanted
You opened the cabinet door
You looked inside
You found pills
You ate them all
You died

§AFTER DEATH§

You realized you should of have lived
The world was by your side
But it was too late to come back

â€zNOTHING WAS THE SAMEâ€z

The world disappeared in front of you
You were left to suffer
Your life was impossible to get back

What if the guy of your dreams.....

1. Hated you
2.Found out that you like him
3.Found out 2 as a rumor
4.Asked you out
5.You said no, because you were nervous
6.Was upset the whole year because of 5
7.Asked out your enemy
8.She said yes

Next year...

1.Ignores you
2.Pretends you don't exist
3.Tries to make you suffer, while he dies on the inside
4.Make you want to die
5.Make you want to scream
6.You wish you could still say yes...
7.He wants to ask you again
8.He is too scared to get rejected
9.Realizes that both of you are suffering
10.Doesn't have the guts to talk to you
11.Neither do you, you feel incomplete
12.It feels like the world came crashing down
13.You are moving away and yous still can't tell him the truth
14.You start cutting your self
15.One day you cut too hard
16.Then you die and feel worthless
17.You sould of told the boy that you love him and everything would be fine

WHAT YOU WOULD HAVE IF YOU TOLD HIM....

18.The boy of your dreams
19.Your life
20.Your heart
21.Your dreams

As life stood still with no breeze passing
I thought to myself
Would everything be okay?
Would I be missed if I left?
Do they really care?

I stood tall gazing down.
So many flights.
I began to feel as though I were a God.
But I knew I bled.
Thats makes me Human.

The people looked like ants
from where i watched.
I closed my eyes and imagined
What would it be like falling?

Would i fall on someone and hurt them to
just to end my life?
I laughed at myself
I'm to much of a coward to ever go through something like that.

So I sat back down and started to paint the sky like i always did.

I like it,I love to write!.Heres two of my poems.

are we too broken inside to find the light that we both seak
the reasurrence that we both need
but our concious watches while we make the same mistakes again and again
just like a broken record
the walls are closing in on us
and the darkness devours us whole
all is silent
which road shall we chose
our minds are in a daze
unable to think for ourselves
we rely
purely on instinct
and as the rain pours down on us
like big buckets of water
all is silent
the thunder roars with rage
and the lightning makes a beautiful show of lights
like an auora
reality then hits us like a shockwave
dreams are far from reality
but the dreams that we dream are our only way out
when we dream
there are no worries
no problems
its an escape from the scary outside world
its a new and unusual world
full of mystery,and excitement
and as we wake from our dreams
all is silent


I can't look at you
the crime you've committed is unforgivable
you mere pressence is suffocating me
stop smuthering me with a false love
why can't you be honest with me
speak your mind
show your bottled up emotions
lets sort through this
and piece together our love again
but its not that easy this time
I feel like my heart is cracking away piece by piece
and yet you smile spitefully to yourself
I shed a river of tears
and you laugh in vain
is thats all our realationship is
in vain
in regret
in remourse
I feel like you've took my love for granted
using it to please your own desires
well i'm threw
i'm drving toward a new road
so be prepared because my forgivness streak is up
so good luck with your life
don't get wrapped in your own darkness
i've tried to save you
but of course I can't save you from yourself

i hope you like it...

falling into You

lying here, floating here
can’t tell where i end
where You begin

i grow to meet You
breathe You in
breathe us out

expanding out to meet the Universe
You, everywhere
i disappear

earth touches sky
the horizen is here
i waft in the breeze
as You breathe

breathe through me
love through me
i fall into You

by Anna


and another one

outside

standing on the outside
nose pressed to the glass
looking at the laughter
regretting things that passed

life is being lived there
i’m just marking time
waiting for the orders
that would put me back in line

wondering if i’ll ever be
the who i need to be
to make a difference in this world
to follow all my dreams

i can’t be the exemption
to Love and Joy and Peace
and so i trust Whom i can’t see
to meet my deepest needs
by Anna

Ookay, let me try to give this a shot...

Neoma
One hundered twenty petals
Flittering in the wind
Away from the field
Of moon white lilies
Under the new moon

The lonely knight
The missing prince
The exiled jester
The lost soul
Under the new moon

A flight to revive the royal line
To return the soul to the rightful vine
And to ease the pain of the knight and jester
A journey under the new moon

This one is a lot worse in my opinion, but I still like it ^-^

Forever
Once there was a demon
sealed inside a girl
and a man intent on
killing the vile demon

But the man fell in love
with that very girl
who kept the monster inside her

There was no way
that the girl could live
if the demon was destroyed
or kept on living in her;
She was doomed to die
before her time

War waged across the world
people were divided
to whether the girl
should live with the terror
or die along with it

There is a cherubic girl sitting,
playing on her mother’s worn lap.

Child number three. She is the last.
She hasn’t spoken except to me. In the
voice of an angry child forced to behave.

Her brothers, long and lean, explain to me
in the voice of their father, that she can’t talk;
and that they know what she wants—
needs.

I haul the smaller of the two up
to my eye level and calmly reply
that I know she can talk, have heard
her in ivory crib talking to no one.

She will not get anything from me
until she asks. I am not

expecting full sentences.

Only a word or two. She gives in.
They all give in. Have to, otherwise
The gold fish crackers remain captive
In my hands held high above my head—
To accentuate how out of reach they are to
a three year old.

When she speaks, it is
slow
Staccato
Stumbling
Over
Each
Word.

Then I place in her hand,
That which she has coveted
From the beginning.

Her smile,
at once devilish
and innocent,
tells me to stay on my toes
and that although she is
Number three,

She is not to be taken lightly.