Here are a few poems i've written myself
First one is titled :
Next one I don't have a title for, and never did could never get a good enough one.
This last one I Wrote for a class, It's titled :
First one is titled :
Curse
Love And Hate, Two Very Strong Words
All The Time Said, But Which Should Never Be Heard.
Both Destroy Everything Which They Come Across,
Not Seeing What Was Found, But Only Whats Lost.
What Is Now Gone, Can Never Be More
Longing For What You Had, Seen And Adored.
Memories You Know Wanting To Hold On
Pushing Them Away, Realizing It's All Gone.
Now What's Done, Is Finished At Last
Turning Away From That Life Long Past...
All The Time Said, But Which Should Never Be Heard.
Both Destroy Everything Which They Come Across,
Not Seeing What Was Found, But Only Whats Lost.
What Is Now Gone, Can Never Be More
Longing For What You Had, Seen And Adored.
Memories You Know Wanting To Hold On
Pushing Them Away, Realizing It's All Gone.
Now What's Done, Is Finished At Last
Turning Away From That Life Long Past...
Next one I don't have a title for, and never did could never get a good enough one.
Something that is lost, desperately needs to be found
Screaming out loud, but no one hears the sound
All the memories that once were
The faith from when he believed in her
He was loveless and broken
She was heartless but spoken
He turns his back and starts to walk away
The farther he gets, the louder she says stay
He remembers the times she would push him to go
Everything that happened went by so slow
With one last good bye, and a breathe of new air
He quietly told her, "Don't ask for me when I'm no longer there."
Screaming out loud, but no one hears the sound
All the memories that once were
The faith from when he believed in her
He was loveless and broken
She was heartless but spoken
He turns his back and starts to walk away
The farther he gets, the louder she says stay
He remembers the times she would push him to go
Everything that happened went by so slow
With one last good bye, and a breathe of new air
He quietly told her, "Don't ask for me when I'm no longer there."
This last one I Wrote for a class, It's titled :
Loveless
That burning feeling,
In your chest.
Is your love,
Deemed unrest.
The passion glows,
Your love brings heat.
From your head,
Down to your feet.
The emotions swell,
Within your bones.
And now you feel,
All alone.
The holder of,
Your precious heart.
Has shattered it,
Yet that's the start.
The glow she dulled,
That fire she doused.
She tore out your heart,
Like you would a house.
You used to think,
That your love was strong.
But to her you now know,
That you thought wrong.
And now your heart,
Left in shards.
Lies in an urn,
For no one to harm.
Now that urn,
Upon the shelf.
Sits there all day,
With Your Loveless Self...
So tell me what you think!In your chest.
Is your love,
Deemed unrest.
The passion glows,
Your love brings heat.
From your head,
Down to your feet.
The emotions swell,
Within your bones.
And now you feel,
All alone.
The holder of,
Your precious heart.
Has shattered it,
Yet that's the start.
The glow she dulled,
That fire she doused.
She tore out your heart,
Like you would a house.
You used to think,
That your love was strong.
But to her you now know,
That you thought wrong.
And now your heart,
Left in shards.
Lies in an urn,
For no one to harm.
Now that urn,
Upon the shelf.
Sits there all day,
With Your Loveless Self...