....I've been skipped twice now. What did I do wrong? :o

you did nothing wrong zilanthandria and you werent skipped, lovers never tell, gave her opinion before her poem though it was only two words so you might have missed it.


karakter your poem sounds like death.... maybe war i cannot explain any certain sentence that gave me this answer it was just the over all feel of it

heres mine, its only a couple limnes but it echos within you in my opinion

Caught in hell they do fight;
Does not matter who is Just or Right.
For new life.
Through endless strife.
With no gentle end in sight.

Wrong. My poem was about losing love. Not a dead lover... "her shadow running " is just a description of the memory of her wedding day where he left her.

@ emiko - Fighting obviously



I found the Energizer Bunny overrated
because in my two-score plus a year
nothing lasts longer than the day
you're currently living in.

I discovered privacy was a joke
when you displayed me - gl(ass)
and everything. I'm not that
open-ended and your closed mind
landed me heels-over-head back-ass-wards
looking to you for cover.

This newly realized contortionist
wishes you would spin her right 'round
face-forward to your truth. My battery
is leaking from too many cirus acts-
the acid eating at the window to a world
you showcased me to. I tapped only
needing your assistance.

I noticed, as my walls collasped,
that you already had your dusty
hands consealing another new-improved
girl. So, standing in the second ring,
I summer saulted off the stand
to the floor. No glass will hold me now.

A broken heart. Betrayal.

This wasn't something I'd...
Prepared for.

This wasn't ever something I'd...
Longed for.

This is something that I...
Shouldn't have considered.

I hadn't known that I could...
Be so weak.

I didn't know that could...
Fail so miserably.

The eldest is meant to fail...

I was born to make them succeed...

I was born to give them power...

I was born to give them hope...

To not let them despair...

To show them what they...
Shouldn't do.
What would make them fail...

Once they succeed...
What then?

What then is my purpose?

hmn it sounds to me like the thoughts of a character who is discovering their free will.... so maybe about the future and looking for something to do after the fulfillment of your life's goals....


A contract you've found,
And together we'er bound;
Till the enemy for this cause,
Will all but pause.
Secrecy and Distrust,
Will be his weapons over us,
As he seeks to make us Dust.

Now, with us thus tied,
Our souls will fly;
Till evil of pride,
Has died.

((heard that somewhere before))
it seems your describing a truse or a treaty of some sort. and the people who are signing the treaty have to fight something that sounds very powerful...ok heres mine:

no eyes to see
no ears to hear
no arms to reach
or feel
no legs to roam
no nose to smell
only one heart that beats alone

@ Lovers: OP states

I think it would be interesting to see what people think the subjects are of the previous poems, simply because each individual interprests things differently.

Still a good piece. Whatever it may mean.

@ Gloomy: Struck me as a riddle at first glance but, sounds like being in the womb, or re-birth.

Are we the soft whispers of candid mirrors?
Reflecting infection upon ceilings.
Kneeling before odd beings...
Facades of agony are evermore.
Watch this avarice contort to bliss,
This tainted armoured kiss.

Posted else were, didn't feel like writing. (big shock)

I'm gonna go with dark knights... Am I right?

Fate is unpredictable
Until we know what it is.

I wish I could take everything back.
If only I knew you were still here.

I didn't know because
They didn't tell me.

Were they being selfish?
Or were they trying to protect me?

I wish we could be together.

I wish you could know
That I'm still here.

What am I supposed to feel?
Or what am I supposed to do?

Are you done looking for me?

A person who ran away because they wouldn't let them be with another person?

They kept us away,
for the longest hours,
Locked up, they keep you
In the tallest tower -

All alone, I feel cold,
Like only a lost lover can,
The sea seems as boring,
As the surrounding sand

Colour has lost meaning,
And a small pool of mud,
Seems just as bland,
As this puddle of blood

It creeps through the carpet,
It climbs up the stairs,
If it reaches your castle,
Would you know I was there?

Would know that was me,
All warm, wet and sticky?
Would you clean me up,
Or would it be too tricky?

Would you mourn for me?
Or would you laugh?
Do you know that the latter,
Would split my broken heart in half?

Someone was tortured and is looking for revenge?

Did you know?
That I've been waiting?

Did you know?
I've never forgotten?

Did you know?
That I'm still here?

Did you know?
That I love you?

Do you love me?

I see a woman wishing back her ex-lover.


A kiss for a
Rose
Sigh in the
Dark
Speak to me
Softly
Before I fall
Apart

a person who is dying and wants his love to be there.


you lie to me.
you steal from me.
you make me eat away at me.
you make me cry.
you make me lie.
you make me make me want to realy try.

hmn torture?

to catch the world in your
hand
and eternity in a grain of
sand
to see heavon in a yellow
flower
and feel lovely in a steamy
shower

uhm.....peace and bliss?

its ruby red
and drips down to my fingers
i smile and decide
to let the feeling linger
after awile it hurts and my eyes start to burn
i cried that night as my stomache churned

Blood spilling.

We have you within our grasp.

There is no escape.
No place to run.

We are wherever you look.

You cannot avoid us.

We will always see you.

@emiko_firecaster: OHZ okies YAY and thanks for telling me!! =3


@ASingingGaijin: I'm not sure what your poem is about, but to me it sounds kind of like a love-tragedy-paranoia scenario... :shock:


@Everyone: I'll edit this post and add a poem momentarily.

You posted that five days ago.....so now it's my turn
for the last poem posted I think a shadow....or your thoughts


Danger Lingers
the beating like a drum
loud in my ears

Falling to the ground
hands clasped to my ears

Why oh why won't it go away?
Tears hit the ground and my body shakes

I quiver like a leaf in the grasp of the wind

I know I did wrong
and I say I'm sorry

Punishment for sin?

He's dancing in front of me
But I don't notice him.

He sings me a song
But I am unaware.

I stare after my lust.
While he,
He sings after his love.

Will I ever be able to love him?

sounds like a love triangle almost....

love. danger.
what does that remind you but five finger?
hope. death.
both take place in home and hearth.
yours. mine.
both can be shared over wine.
toil. soil.
it takes one to change the other.

Sounds like love, hard work, and... wiccan.

Though I don't really know anything about wiccan stuff, so I can't really say. =/

Anyway, here's mine:


They sing,
They laugh,
They cry,
They yell,
They shout,
They hear,
They wear,
They fear,
They hate,
They love.

I feel the same as they inside,
But I don't know who they are.

Are they me?
Are they my emotions?
Are they someone else?
Are they someone dear?
Are they someone I hate?
Are they someone close by?
Are they someone far away?

I feel as if I need to watch out for them.

But I don't know who they are.

Do I love them?
Do I hate them?

Is this paranoia?
Is this shame?

And slowly...
I begin to not care.
I begin to dream,
To ignore what I feel are them watching.

I just

Don't

Want

To

Live

Like

Me

Anymore

And yet,
If I live differently than me,
Maybe I'll die?

hmn hard to say... at firsti thought may be children -"They sing, They laugh, They cry, They yell, They shout, They hear, They wear, They fear, They hate, They love" but then as i read the rest it changed to a person who is questioning there very existance, the kinda "why am i here?" question. as to your answer it was close it was actually a poem about simularities, and diffrences.


Stop! Dont go there.
Run! Dont stop.
Wait! Dont run.
Faster! Dont wait for me.

All you ever do is tell me don't.
How will I know till I do?

What I got from your poem was a person struggling with what society wants them to do verse what they want to do,

All you ever do is tell me don't.
How will I know till I do?

This verse made me think of living up to expectations of someone else, rather then your own.

Time is of the essence
As I decide
To choose the path that eases my mind
Or the one that twists and turns so far I can not see the end
Do I take the chance and risk all that I have worked so hard to achieve?
Or do I take the path paved out in front of me?
To risk for pleasure or risk for gain?
Surely after this journey I will no longer be the same

One step forward
Is all that I need
To put my past behind me
Do I step to the left or do I step to the right?
Travel by day, or travel by night?
As time begins to tick away
I think it's safe to say
That I wouldn't be in this predicament today
If you had only wanted what was best for me

It's sad. I like that it rhymes. It seems that the voice is struggling with regret.

It was a dark and stormy night
That time we were forced to take flight.

It was a dark and stormy night
That brought us our plight.

On this dark and sromy night
The world made us a target.

They called us poison
And stepped on us like scum.

Everywhere we turned,
Every person we visited,
The people, they aimed,
They aimed at our hearts.

My feeble attempt at rhyming. >.> Not one of my best. Wrote it in detention. :XD

what is it about poetry that makes people think it must rhyme? asinginggaijin, your poem was quite good, would be better if you check your spelling. your poem seems to be about being an outcast from society... a street urchin as it were.

I heal,
you cause pain,
and yet we are the same.

I accept,
you push away,
and yet we are the same.

I hear,
you are deaf,
and yet we are the same.

I see,
you are blind,
and yet we are the same.

forever oppisite and together,
forever the same and apart,
and yet we are the same.

How you're so differnet, yet the same, obviously.



Peering into my foggy eyes
your brights flicker searching for reflection,
but I can't help but flutter lashes back.
I realize that the void on your face is closing
so I put my foot in and slide down
deposited out into realism.
I interject forgiveness and admittion
that all my concentration is spent
white-knuckling the floor boards
wanting only to be wrapped up in you
and let loose my wings to tickle lower things
but I'm often awe struck and sucked up,
blinded by the need to do so that shines
so clearly though this hazey space
you say I'm lost in when I freeze all
wide-eyed at you.