?poetry?

[Ravensrose]

hears one of my best poems

im as dark as midnight shade yet full of color
im as white as snow yet dim as twilight
as i pass hear never knowing time of day or year
never seeing my end or knowing when i first begain
for i am a void in space and time

[LughTheOne\'sChampion]

hey thanks M

[Lisa]

Here's one of my favorites that I wrote

Through bow and sword and plate and mail
I fear the darkness shall prevail
But when hope seems to fled the night
Renew the hope shall sparks of light.

This is the original version, but I improved on it many times. I just can't find my notebook.

[Ravensrose]

hears one i did for english

protals to another world never seen
locked away in old and dusty pages
kinighs of honor demons full of rage
pitcher perfict lands tranquil and sereen
riddls that none can solv what dose it meen?
i can reed them all for ages and ages
a joyius freedom none can gauge
with out a book i just want to screem

for all that can more i can say i ador
but i know life is not like my books
no matter where or how far i look
yet i still i find i cant fight the alore
joy and freer happness and misory
my love of books his just no mistory

[Lisa]

[Gryphon]

Shattered parts, sailing darts, and shallow hearts,
Violent rages, virulent phases, in vain -- they're in cages

This poem has meaning, or at least thoughts, behind it. After reading all of yours, it's a deviation; but hey, I write from a different emotion.

Broken
Still/ locked where tears won't spill/
can't fill/ empty voids/ minds of androids/ riding a meteoroid

This style is fun. Now if I can find a couple of words that rhyme with analgesea...

[Lisa]

Hehe. I wrote this when I was mad, but in a bitter way, so it's supposed to be kind of funny.

Just when things are lookin' up
Everything falls down.
When life is going the right way
It always turns back around.

Why me? Why me?
Why is second-best all that I can be?
Why me? Why me?
Why can't I be happy?

Sometimes it's like
The world is out to get me.
I'm screaming and I'm crying
I'm praying on my knees
Sayin'

Why me? Why me?
Why am I never good enough
When I'm all that I can be?
Why me? Why me?
Why can't I be happy?

here's one of my poems.I actually wrote it for school.but here 'tis.
The Horror of a Child

Far,ah,far away
a child cries.
Like a tiny ocean
of salty tears,
they puddle at his feet
His sobs are like
a kittens mewing,
small and sad.
the fear is come,
it sits in his mind,
like a boulder,
gray and heavy.
And then,ah.and then,
he stops,and cries no more.
Why has he stopped?
It is quite simple.
The horror is over.
Or,
the child dies.
Or,he shatters,
shatters,with a
tiny cry,
shatters into a
thousand thousand
tiny shimmering
pieces.
How do you like it?

[Gigo]

Oooh....scary. I wrote a few poems, but they're no good. Besides: I've forgotten them.

I still like my favourite limerick. I shall never forget it. From this weird almanac-ish book.

There once was a young woman named Bright,
Who's speed was far faster than light.
So she set out one day, in a relative way,
and returned home the previous night.



I really like it. hope you do too.