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Poems from the heart of megan...
My Thoughts in the Form of Poems Okay, I know what you are thinking. Well, alright, maybe I don't, but if I'm correct, you were thinking along the lines of "Another one of these things? Everyone and their dog thinks they can write poetry!" I know I was thinking that when I went to participate in a few poetry slams... These are my thoughts, my feelings, my emotions. I appreciate constructive criticism, but if you are going to make fun of me or my poems, I suggest you leave NOW before I punch a hole through your computer screen. =] Thank you. I would put up a directory, but as most of my poems dont have names, that would be pretty hard to do. I hardly ever use punctuation, and I don't capitalize words unless they are talking about God. If you take any offense to my religious views, either you can take them as writings about a guy, or you can just not read them at all. Keep in mind that I am doing quite a bit of soul bearing hear, so if you hate the poems or just my style of writing, please don't comment, and press the little back button on the top of the page. Thank you. Here we go..... i think here i am here we are gazing at each other small smiles my heart jumps at the mere sight of you and i gasp for air i wish i could say that this is love but who am i to say anything about that the little girl that i am age fifteen if only you knew how i feel right now then maybe just maybe you would feel the same and we could both say i love you i think |
This one came after I had finished reading the Chronicles of Narnia for the millionth time.
i believe i believe in santa claus that faeries are real and that magic lives i believe that animals can talk that trees can walk and that magic lives i believe in love at first sight in happily ever afters and that magic lives i believe in miracles that Jesus is God and that magic lives i believe in absolute truth that you will learn to accept me and that magic lives i believe This one was actually an assignment for my english class in eighth grade. I transfered it to my poetry notebook because I liked it a lot. =] poetry a kiss of the lips a warm september afternoon senior prom kids selling lemonade fuzzy slippers college football chocolate egg creamsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx((its a New York city thing) the american flag daddy's girl and mamma's boy learning to drive the pouring rain your favorite song a bubble bath the ending of a good book a cowboy hat blood sweat tears falling leaves christmas eve a gift from a friend the simple things are poetry |
He lives
they don't get me they never will it doesn't matter thoughxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLoneliness. He gets me thats all that really matters so im okay they can be so cruel they always will i think it kind of matters Helplessness.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxit hurts so bad even when it hurts though He holds me up thats all that really matters so im okay they pretend to like me but inside i know they dont it really matters to me when they pretend they are all fakexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xShame. cant let them in even so He truly loves me thats all that really matters so im okay. He is here its alright now <3 |
un-named poem one
here we are again like we have been so many times before my heart races yet i dont know why? those three word won't leave my anxious lips you are nervous i can see it in your eyes lies lies i lie to myself and you if i tell you that i love you who am i to say what is love or what love is so then again here we are the power of lust we lay on the couch and our mouths melt together why am i here again? slowly but surely your hands move along my shaking body feeling me touching me hurting me breaking me on the inside i feel betrayed even as our mouths melt together and we lay here on this couch my first (a poem for him) what are you doing i ask as i lean against this cold fence watching you he answers me i glare into his eyes i can't look away i feel the love pouring out of him but although im not sure im ready i want to jump in so i ask myself as i lean against this cold fence what are you doing |
false friend
shes ignoring me to teach a lesson which lesson is this pray tell i hear her talk about me saying things she doesnt mean she tries to steal my friends away but whatever he says i can do much better than her my father whom i trust this has happened one to many times now i dont need this i dont need her to be happy once she sees that she will come back to me but this time to teach a lesson i will be ignoring her the fake she is un-named poem two cars whiz past me the story of my life i wish i could see through these cars to the people inside what they think how they feel the cars are but shells for the life inside the people in the shells they whiz past me taking no notice of a small girl standing on this side walk writing these poems in her book of secrets open to the world the story of my life as cars whiz past me |
un-named poem three
conversation floats around me like whisps of clouds he said she said whats doing what and whos doing who its all gossip what does it matter life and love so why does around me conversation float like butterflies on the winds tomorrow today is the day i will be myself be different have fun love life today is the day i will laugh more not lose my temper get things done today is the day i will fall in love get my first kiss today is the day i will start anew today is the day today jumbled mind uoy evol i you love i you love me me love you i love you i evol uoy ebyam |
That's all for now. This thread is now open for comments, suggestions, chat, questions, and all other types of things! =] If I have any more wonderful moments of inspiration, I will be sure to put it up here.
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It seems like no one wants to comment, but that's alright. I have more poems if anyone wants to read them.... Here we go.
why? why why am i invisible people pass me like i'm a ghost why someone save me i'm scared and lonely here by myself someone help me please why am i here i'm lost without you invisible i am why taken you have stolen my breath and my heart why did i succumb to you your loving eyes their depth their darkness i loved you once but now i am confused why why you why me why us why did you leave you have chosen my fate my first love love or hate? love is a strong word you said it so soon i wasn't ready for that i see you in my mind's eye that day like i'm there again i hate that place in my mind part of me want to love you the other part the majority of me doesn't know what to think or feel as it may be but now you are gone i still say love is a strong word for people as young as we were write writing is my sanctuary my healer the thin liner paper my release my thoughts the pen the gateway to my mind the clock running out of time to write who? who am i today who was i yesterday who will i be tomorrow why am i the way i am i am a girl i am a woman i am a child a daughter a listener a friend who was i yesterday who will i be tomorrow who am i today i am myself i am Comments? Questions? Suggestions? I'm here. Please comment, I would like to know what you think!!!!! Thank you! |
Please be sure not to sign your name to your posts. :yes: It's considered flobbing/spamming and is against the rules. :yes: Just thought I'd let you know so you don't get into trouble in the future. :D I went ahead and removed it for you. :yes:
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Thank you so much for warning me! I had no clue, I usually do that at the end of everything. I will remember for next time.
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Okay, after reading your first post I don't think I should ask, but do you want a real critique or for me to just ass-pat you and tell you that they're good skeletons that could be made into more than just what you have?
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