I wrote these 2 poems one 4 years ago and another just now...... |
This is the 1st poem I ever wrote..... Moving On Never before have I felt this way But people go though this everyday So sad,so depressed,I just want to rest and you're saying that this is all for the best So I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling trying so hard to supress this feeling You're moving on I'm trying to do the same but every time I saw someone that feeling came the feeling of sadness and wanting to cry I say I'm alright but thats a lie I thought I had every thing now your what I lack so I lay here sadly wishing you back Then I hear a car door slam,hoping you were there because if you weren't I dont know how I would fare I opened the door feeling the wind's gentle touch then I realized how I missed you so much seeing no one there I gave a sad sigh that car door slam got my hopes so high I thought you came back to me but now I see that cant be I'm hurting so bad when it goes away I will be glad I walked to the kitchen and reached for a knife knowing it wouldn't hurt so much if I took away my life I plunged in the knife feeling the painful bite but I was ready to give up without a fight I dropped the knife staring at the face of death and thought of you as I took my last breath. Here is one I wrote just a little while ago..... Dying for Love A teardrop hits the tiled floor All moments seem to cease This boy will never truly be happy Until he finds his peace His peace lies within a girl A girl which he adores His love is trapped behind a wall Behind 1,000 doors The teardrop seeps into the cracks His love shall be unspoken For if he puts all his faith in love His heart will surely be broken The sun dries the teardrop Inside this boy is hollow He sucks it up and pulls away No teardrops are to follow Later on at home that night He is no where to be found His dad checks the attic And finds a note on the ground look above this paper you’ll see my body swaying to and fro I just want one last chance to tell you How I love you so I didn’t die of anger nor did I die of hate I died because I loved a girl She truly was my soul mate bury me now into the ground cover me 6 feet deep picture me alive and well imagine Im asleep The end is there for all of us but for me the end has come tell the paper no lies of me let it read he died for love When someone first read these they thought that I was going to kill myself, Im going to make this clear, Im not going to, Im not even considering it.......I just cant write any other kind of poems, they say the best writing comes from the heart, I havent had enough experience to write like that so I write from my head, these are my thoughts not my heart. With that said please tell me what you think about the poems. |