@Emiko: I don't think poems need to rhyme. I admire poets that can make a good one that rhymes, though, because I can't.
@Lovers: I love you avi! And I see an abusive relationship in your poem.

They come out at night,
Moving silently through the darkening sky.
To the moon they take flight
And they wish to see the end of the light.

Up and down their lit patterns go,
Never ceasing the rhythmic flow.
Flying about like apparitions,
Like lanthorns.

The stars are theirs to show.

Another attempt at rhyming. :sarcasm:

i see moths or fireflies

Flowers are your thing
I guess...
You make the world a sweeter place
ouch!
Sorry to impose
I just wanted a taste

Winged monarch
Ruler of the roost
Mother of many
Let's have a toast
To the Queen!

I think that it's the big butterfly the Great Monarch.

Slipping past the moonlight's sway,
I entered your room and began to pray,
That the heart of yours which is filled with love,
Could touch the heavens and the stars above,
O lovely maiden I dare say,
You look splendid than you are at day,
For the moon's got you blooming by,
Sparkling glitters undying sighs...

Then... I died.

You're a spider or some sort of insect, correct? That is how I perceive it.

I feel your love,
You feel my pain.
When you lie on me,
your back I can sprain.

You don't keep me around,
you throw me away.
I'm tossed to the curb,
like my brethren, there I shall stay.

We have shared tears,
We have shared blood.
We have shared sweat.
We have shared love.

I am there
in your times of need,
try sleeping without me,
my warning you shall heed.

Originally Posted by drachenlady

You're a spider or some sort of insect, correct? That is how I perceive it.

I feel your love,
You feel my pain.
When you lie on me,
your back I can sprain.

You don't keep me around,
you throw me away.
I'm tossed to the curb,
like my brethren, there I shall stay.

We have shared tears,
We have shared blood.
We have shared sweat.
We have shared love.

I am there
in your times of need,
try sleeping without me,
my warning you shall heed.

It's honestly a flower that blooms only at night

@shirou_aine29 Ah, I'm seeing what you mean about the night blooming flower.

Originally Posted by drachenlady

You're a spider or some sort of insect, correct? That is how I perceive it.

I feel your love,
You feel my pain.
When you lie on me,
your back I can sprain.

You don't keep me around,
you throw me away.
I'm tossed to the curb,
like my brethren, there I shall stay.

We have shared tears,
We have shared blood.
We have shared sweat.
We have shared love.

I am there
in your times of need,
try sleeping without me,
my warning you shall heed.

The poem is about an ex-lover, right?

Okay, now here's my poem:


The unecessary feeling that rises in your heart as it sets things in motion,
Like bile after a day of rain that clouds your vision,
Will only hurt you more.

Though why I'd tell you this
Isn't quite clear to me,
But don't think I'll want to come back.

And although this wouldn't have started without you,
You really hurt me,
But I'm not going to miss you.

Every moment of every day I'm moving forward,
Just a little bit farther to go,
And if they'll have me then I'll pick my own forever companion.

There is a slight hesitation at this decision,
But it's my new adventure
Without you.

It's true that this couldn't have started without you,
But baby you're not mine anymore,
And if I ever was I'm no longer yours.

I'm moving on to someplace new in my heart,
I've found a better reason for living,
And I'm not even in all that much trouble by myself.

Imagine that through your pale skin,
With your chocolaty brown eyes,
And your curly brown hair.

I've found a new reason for living without alternative,
And that's to hurt myself
Or to find a true love.

Can your ego handle that,
Without you by my side
I'll still be a better person.

So yes it's true this couldn't have started without you,
And maybe after all of it I'm grateful to you,
But did you really have to force your way to please someone?

Why was this person so important?
But it doesn't really matter anyway,
Because I'm living for a different reason now.

I have an emotion
That carries me through the day,
And it's all my own.

You'll never see me crying
Because if you still do then you're not gonna want me anymore,
I'll make sure of that.

You'll never see my true smiling face,
If I have one,
Because you're not important to me like that anymore.

So I might wonder if I will ever fall in love,
And have a true romance,
But then I just have to remind myself of some things.

And someday I'll be completely healed,
Though I'm away from you,
And I'll have my own companion.

Someone who will love me right,
Someone who won't hurt me because they can,
Someone I'll give my whole self to.

Someone who captures my heart,
Someone who steals my breath,
Someone who reveals my wholly love for them.

This is my dream,
This is my goal,
And this is not your fantasy.

Oh yes, baby,
I'll fall into the whirlwind of real love
Later in my life when I'm ready.

But it won't be you,
Just as you won't be there,
For me for you.

hmn a person getting over a breakup with some one thathurt them emotionally....


You were born of fire and hate,
Already tied in the strings of fate.
Forced to beg, bow,
And glower.

Others command you to simply follow,
Not knowing, caring it was burning you hollow.
Others assumed who you are,
till some one asked,

"who are you?"

oppresion, or someone who is born into a role which they do not wish to be in.
about finding your own identity.

breathing in;
it smells like it did last year:
the scent of bleach and cucumbers.
i remember your hand on mine
sudden warmth in my cheeks
sparks of acid in those eyes. . .
your eyes. . .
grey green gems with imploding centeres.
black hole irises
and i can see my reflection.

dim lightning;
like that haze:
the giddy world of teenager lovers.
hearts racing, pounding so loud
the silence broken by unsteady exhaling
your lips slightly parted,
silk and ice
your mouth on mine.
rose petal kisses and sleepy star nights.
2 am walks
you always kept me warm.

torn edges;
the worn poloroid in my hands:
you and me on the swing.
our swing.
aging rubber and rope on a giant cedar.
you pushing me high, lungfuls of clear notes
me laughing and singing along.
our swing. . .
you probably take her there now.

I think your poem is about lost love, notkrys.


Wanting,
Dreaming,
Though you kept yourself unseemly.

Timid,
Gullible,
These days you've lost your innocence as well.

Pride,
Anger,
Tingling within your vision like fireflies.

Hate,
Hurt,
Realizing what you cannot have.

Love,
Dreams,
Still holding onto that diluted hope despite what you believe.

Sadness,
Tears,
Something which you cannot show even yourself.

Fear,
Depression,
Wondering what to do with yourself.

Bad pasts,
Bad choices,
Forcefully changing for positive attention.

Current times,
Current decisions,
Have you really changed at all?

Do you even know anything, now?
Have you taken your sense of worth?
Did you firmly place yourself into the rest of reality this time?
Are you feeling as if you fit in today?
Can you understand you can have what others have in life?

Who did you think you could be?
Surely not something impossible.

What did you think to accomplish?
This is Reality, not a Book.

Why make yourself suffer mentally?
This won't give you a Story.

When are you ever going to learn to fit in right?
You can't by dreaming of things not real for us.

Where are you really?
Because it seems like you're stuck in your mind.

You're almost a loony,
Writing things to yourself,
Talking in your head to yourself,
Dreaming of things that cannot be accomplished in the Limits of our Reality.

No one can break the chains holding down the Impossible.

It's just not Possible.

Not in Our Reality.

Only IN YOUR HEAD,
Only IN YOUR HEART,
Only IN THE STORIES,
Only IN THE IMAGINATION.

Where does your Reality lie,
O myself wanting of joys of tears?

hmn it sounds like your poem is from the veiwpoint of someone who is scolding another for their imagination


the sound of silence is all around me,
and despite my mind's screaming it wont fill up.

the darkness tries to blight out my life,
and only the candle flickering keeps it back.

how long till it fades?
how long till i disappear?

locked in, hidden from sight.
please? someone? find me...

Your poem makes me thing about somebody trapped inside their own head who only wants somebody else to take notice.

There is a feeling of being faint, how funny,
The darkness starts to dance to your tune
And you find me where nobody else can see

I wish to be found, I wish to find something new
But everything stays the same, the darkness stills
And the feeling of being faint settles,
I'm back where I started.

Originally Posted by emiko_firecaster

hmn a person getting over a breakup with some one thathurt them emotionally....

Just about. :P
But it was more of just quitting a situation in which I was harmed than there was a breakup. :/

Originally Posted by emiko_firecaster

hmn it sounds like your poem is from the veiwpoint of someone who is scolding another for their imagination

I was scolding myself. :P


Beliar, your poem sounds to me like someone who is silently screaming out to someone they love.


Here we go with mine again (sorry if I'm posting way too often):



There is a dream
Somewhere in the broken-hearted
That keeps them going,
That keeps them alive,
That keeps them believing.

There is a dream
Somewhere in my heart,
But left to rot in a graveyard,
Trying to stay forgotten,
While I believe from the couch before the TV.

There are so many reasons why one can't,
Too few hearts to believe they can,
While the world promotes sex, drugs and horror,
We travel slowly towards hell in a handbasket,
As the newscasts remain featureless about the good things in life.

It's true that sex sells,
Because that is the one thing on our minds right now,
While in countries far away
People starve and suffer to death,
Because our misguided attentions are focused elsewhere.

Sometimes life just sucks,
But do we bear with it?
No.
Why should we,
If we can have it better
And others suffer because we don't help them?

What does it matter, right?
It's not us.
Pity to those who must endure it
Alongside those who must live with such poorness,
But we don't want to see that
So leave us alone about it!

If I could just do one thing in life,
If I could have just one uncensored wish come true tonight,
It would be a hard toss-up between myself and others,
A tough choice between my way and others' paths,
An almost heartbreaking decision between life the way I want it
And life the way it could be best for everyone else.

But I can't have such a power,
And yet I know what I can do
And still I sit and do nothing.
Still I look for what's comfortable for me,
And I think not upon those who do not share this option.
Is this the real me?

It is as it has been said:
"The only thing needed for evil to prevail,
Is for good people to do nothing."
There is no time for excuses here,
No time to lay away blame.
And still I sit...

And I sit...

And I sit...

Almost uncaring,
Seemingly unfeeling,
Pushing the thoughts away,
Thinking only of myself.

Doing nothing for those away...

Doing nothing to change that which I do not want to see...

Doing nothing to make a difference to lessen that which I do not want to hear...

Doing nothing...

Doing nothing...

Always doing nothing
But what I want.

well its almost abvious what this poem is about, but that is alright. i find it also strikes a cord in me. while its true that we all do this, and are guilty of this, at the same time, if it is not in our power to do, it does not do to worry about it, as we can do nothing to relieve that stress we call to ourselves.

you lie in the shadows of the night;
creaping slowly, so i can not fight.

sometimes hot, and sometimes cold;
your hands, around me, do enfold.

carrying high, and burying low,
now my blood will always flow.

"give me your heart," you demand
"then, take my hand."

so i give you my heart, and my love,
i will hold yours always above.

you lie in the shadows of the night,
creeping slowly, so i can not fight.
and bring my soul into your light.

Hmmm, it sounds like you're dreaming of someone, or perhaps the dreams themselves, being something hate and love.


Summer fields of waist high wheat
Standing dazed in blazing heat
Across the grain
An etherial plane
Now lost in life's retreat

The ebb and flow of time and space
Takes it's toll upon my face
ruins dreams
and wondrous things
And removes from me life's grace

Now hemmed in by life's despair
no longer free without a care
bound to none
The others shun
I live to know life unfair

A life stained in scorn and deceit
Nothing left but the road at my feet
not even that
a life that fell flat
No longer I stand in a field of wheat.

It sounds like your poem is about the loss of innocence and your path upon it coming to a standstill of hardship, IadulDraculai.

My turn again (o.o lemme know if I'm posting too much o.o):


I was a girl,
You were a boy.
Children of the body,
Not of the emotion.
Some things reside in the rules of exception.

Summers come and summers go,
Fall returns for another show.
Winter brings the chills,
Spring the renewal of life.
The seasons of the emotions creep upon me.

Can it be for some
Their childhood is like Summer?
While mine was more like Fall,
I cannot complain when I think
Of how I've made someone else's more like Winter.

Sometimes I wonder, though
If maybe mine could've been like Spring
Had I done some things differently.
I cannot say I was stupid or too naive
When there were other situations I was just fine within.

Then there are times I wish
My past had been like a Winter;
Because if it had,
And if I had prevailed,
I could have been more like a Superhero.

Now I look at my life,
As it is now,
And I figure to myself,
That I really could make it better.
But still I ignore my happy wonderings.

Life hurts sometimes,
But I'm not sure I've felt it's scalding powers yet.
I want to keep myself safe and always happy
But I can't do that
As long as I keep myself horrid and selfish.

As for my future,
That for me is my great unknown.
If I truly want to be like a Superhero,
Then I need to get myself motivated
And help others.

And still I sit here
And do nothing
But what I want to do.
What am I to become?
Will I forever stay this lazy?

I had a hard time figuring out you poem's meaning. But my feel from it is a profound regret of inaction.


Though time flows by my mind grinds down
Bringing forth my insecurities and strife
Indigestion of the psyche, Ideas all over strewn
My goals are too hazy in life

Cyberspace calls to me, invading every thought
Flesh exchanged for wire, no time to plan
Whatch with hazy eyes, all that i've wrought
My time stops, never forever span

sounds like someone who is is being taken into the cybernetic lifestyle we opperate on now?

Drifting slowly, I watch as time passes.
Drifting slowly, I watch my dreams pass.
Drifting slowly, I watch life go by.
Drifting slowly... so slowly...

Why do I not build a boat?
Why do I not build a net?
Instead I just watch them float...
until its the last chance I'll ever get.

Drifting slowly, I watch as time passes.
Drifting slowly, I watch my dreams pass.
Drifting slowly, I watch life go by.
Drifting slowly... drifting...

Someone who wonders why they live through inaction and yet almost doesn't care that they do, emiko?

Inaction is the date of time,
Inaction is the feel of life,
Inaction is what makes us proud
That we haven't done something wrong.

With action we more than see our time fly by,
With action we live in life,
With action we die inside
When the culture wonders if we've become too special.

People whose comfort zones are inaction and they're happy being inactive because it means they can't mess up. I think I may be wrong though... EEK. >A<

glazed eyes
fogged up by the contrast
of ever-changing time
and ever-silent stillness.

a myriad of thread-stitches
criss-crossing in curved contours
forming those fabric lips
that never once spoke.

silence means consent
or so it can be assumed
that her unmoving cloth limbs
denote contentment.

but what becomes
of what lies beneath?
do those glassy eyes
hide a painful desire?

perhaps, just perhaps
she too would like
to raise up those limbs and
move.

Wow, I love that, just for the records!
I think it's about one of two things; either being tucked away and treated like an object, a doll without being granted a chance to voice your own opinion, or just as the poem says; a doll.

Things unseen in darkness creeps
Beneath the waters the old god sleeps
The call unheeded but heard by all
In dream-kempt silence, he beckons, calls.
And in the waking, your children weep

Dark idol cast from eon's endless,
Your faithful children, in shadows dress
around your idol, black and foreign
peer deeply from darkness' coign
And with blood their dancing bless

From shards of time the old gods creep
from their tombs in which the sleep
The time is here
give name to the fear
Let the shadows forward seap

Neat.
I think this is about the things unknown. Things we once heald greater than ourselves ages past, now returning to bring their revenge on the world. The children are sybolic of the innocence of ones who know nothing of these old gods, but in thier pure souls, can sense the return of these ominous beings. As for the mention of water...The least explored part of out planet is the depths of the ocean, and I suppose if these beings are actual, tangible creatures, that would be the only place on the planet they could have slept for all these millenia.



My Heart

All once began in darkness
from the womb we came
naugt but warmth and dark
Eyes closed
and def to all but the beating of our mother's heart.

Within the shadows
we remember the dark
the place none can return
forever expelled
from the only dark we have never feared

But it is the final dark
my true heart longs for
cloaked in my own darkness
and fear
I dream of the eternal dark awaiting me

Nice poems, Poofle and Iadul. So much better than mine. :O

And the theme of yours is very interesting, Shota - would it be about the beginning and ending of life?

Here's mine:

The beating of the heart is near,
The soft sigh draws closer,
Something beautiful has just begun.

We live a thousand lives,
Through a million pages,
And a hundred tears,
But in the end we arrive at the final beauty.

Show me the mood colors,
It's time for the red of our lifeblood,
Because Love is on the way.

Someone gives birth in a hospital bed,
Someone makes the day radiate with their first kiss,
Someone sings a dream of a better world,
Someone blows a rainbow to a saddened child.

There are ten million reasons to hate this world,
But there are one hundred times that many reasons
To keep this world going and alive.

We're going to live,
And we're going to try,
We're going to hug the day
And we're going to inspire someone anew.

Love makes this world grow,
Love makes every day more beautiful than the last,
Love makes everyone special.

It's time to stand up,
The moment has come to do what's right,
The second has come to look out the window
And feel the energy of a new day.

I'm going to do what I can do
To make this world a better place with my dreams,
And this is why everyone needs your help.

Share your dreams,
Commit to making them real.

We can be happy
When we're not asleep.
You just have to try
And the difference is made.

One person can't do it alone
But they can inspire others to try.
Now it's your turn to help.

Together, we're going to do something new today,
And together we'll change the world for tomorrow.

From what I understand, I say it'd be about not giving up hope for a better tomorrow even though today may seem bleak?

Oh geeze, I found one that's actually titled.

The Hidden Truth
Running from the pain,
Running from the fear.
I try to stay awake,
So I can fight these tears.

My tears burn my eyes,
And my mask slowly dies.
Shattered is my love for you,
For in your lies are your hidden truths.

You do not love me,
So let me flee.
Away from you I see the light,
But I am still hidden in the night.

Trapped in here I am,
Don't you understand?
The night silences my scream,
But I have yet to wake from this dream.

I think it's about having a nightmare, possibly reliving a break-up with someone they loved.

Night
Frightening to those who don't understand it
we always fear the unseeable, the unknowable-
the utterly
uncontrollable
Yet I walk through the empty streets with no fear
guided only by my wits- and streetlights,
straining to see
the familiar landmarks I know
changed by the cloak of night.
I don't fear the unknown.
I embrace it.