poems anyone

[Laken Maywood]

hey this is a poem i wrote hope you like it


Seasons
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Seasons are everywhere.
Seasons are here and there.
From winter to spring.
The colors are like a mood ring.
Some like summer some like fall,
but me i like them all.



if you have some go ahead and post them i also wanna hear what you think about my poem and be honest if you dont like it tell me

[Dorcas Meadowes]

Your poem rocks.

[Laken Maywood]

thanks i made it in my read right class i looked out the window and it was really pretty and it reminded me of all the seasons

[Laken Maywood]

i have some other ones like this one

Run Run
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run run.
have some fun.
dont sit in all day.
go play.
in rain or sun.
come on have some fun.


not my favorite but what do you think

[Laken Maywood]

Love is like a bird
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Love is like a bird in the sky.
It makes you smile when it comes by.
Its somthing you hold dear.
And should never fear.
Although some do.
I hope it isnt you.


this is the first poem i ever wrote

[Isabella Knox]

Here's one i wrote for history.

Just because I am a Jew.

The walls are all around me,
To high for me to climb.
There are stars and they surround me,
But they are not in the sky.

I’m cold and I am hungry,
But there’s nothing I can do.
I’m crowded and I’m angry,
And my mummy’s got the flu.

The nasty men are coming,
They’re right outside my door.
Daddy tells me to hide,
So I go under the floor.

All I hear is screaming,
And then my mummy weeping.
And then I hear a silence,
And I know daddy is sleeping.

The people outside are dying,
There’s nothing I can do.
The children are all crying,
They want they’re daddies too.

The nasty men came back again,
They’re taking mummy and me away.
I don’t know where we’re going,
But I know that we can’t stay.

We’re getting on the train now,
There are lots of other people too.
They tell me I am going to die,
Just because I am a Jew.

[Isabella Knox]

And here's another one that i wrote the other day.

I hate the sounds.
I hate the sights.
I hate the words
I hate the fights
I hate the feelings
I hate the lies
I hate the truth
I hate the guys
I hate the songs
I hate the rhyme
I hate the lyrics
I hate the time

[Madeline Speare]

wrote this for english last year...


LOVE IS A STRANGE THING
Is it possible to hate someone you love?
but he's the one person I cant get enough of

We always fight, we always scream
It's like we're living in a scary dream.

The thing that's sad, that makes me cry
It's that we always seem to lie.

I love him, I love him not.
Why cant I be happy with what i've got?

You left me here without a trace,
not even noticing the tears streaming down my face.

My soul says yes but my head says no,
as for my heart I just dont wanna know.

You say you love someone then you say you dont,
Please, is this all some cruel joke?

how many more times do i have to cry?
until we both stop to lie?

I want you to trust me, I really do.
why cant you just let me love you?

[Laken Maywood]

your poem is great isabella and same with you maddie i love poetry

[Isabella Knox]

I usually write lyrics

[Madeline Speare]

opposite for me, i hate song writing so i stick to poetry.

[Laken Maywood]

im a poetry girl i cant write lyrics very well ive tried it sucked

[Isabella Knox]

I'll find some of my lyrics, they're not too good though.

[Hannah Pettigrew]

OMG, Maddie your poem is like exactly how i feel right now,

And i love all of uou guys poems, maybe ill post something, i write alittle, or at least i used to untill this school years homework consumed my time.

[Isabella Knox]

Is it so wrong?
Is it not right?
I can’t get you out my head
I can’t sleep at night.
I just dream instead.

Everything gets so blurry
And I know that it’s all wrong
But I’m in a hurry
Where do I belong?

I’m sick of being told to get a grip
But I’ve already lied
Have I been given the slip?
Cus I’ve already cried

I want to be perfect
I’m just sick of this reject
How did it get so bad?
This isn’t obsession
That’s just the impression
I can’t hold it in anymore

And now everyone’s so fake
And I’m sick of it all
Have I made a mistake?
Am I right to fall

And now everything has changed
And to be honest I’m scared
It’s like I’m in chains
And I wish someone cared

[Hannah Pettigrew]

Here this isnt a poem but its a short story i wrote last week, my most recent thing. It's a little long but its all i got on my new laptop so far.


Past, Present and Future By: Rebecca Huston
Today, in the wake of the evening, when the flower buds were closing for the night, I sit here all alone. Thinking, thinking of the past, present and future. Beginning, middle and end. In the beginning I was weak and fragile. Sick and hurt. I lived my life up to the present in pain. Pain of knowing, knowing my life isn’t simple. I’m not normal. Things that weren’t normal happened to me. I went through many trials and many times I thought I was near the end. But I’m still here, still kicking, still fighting, still alive. I’ve made it to the present, I’ve beat the heartaches and I am here, I’ve made it this far in life, I can’t give up now. In my past, people hurt me, I hurt me. Molested, a horrible thing to happen to a little girl. I don’t think people realize what something so horrific can do to a person. It ruins them, completely destroys them. Your thoughts become juggled and your life becomes messy. People know there is something wrong but you hide behind a mask, this mask that says everything is ok. You live day by day pretending, living behind your mask, keeping it as a barrier between you and the world. Low self-esteem, blaming yourself, thoughts of ending it all, but to the world, they can only see what you want, a perfectly normal girl. You cry at night, in the dark, the only thing that knows the true you. The girl behind the mask. But then, you meet that person, the one you can relate to, they also had been molested, you talk, and let your feelings pore out to each other. You release your mask, show your face and it lessens the pains. But its still is there, deeper, less noticeable, but there. Even today, the pain remains; it’s too deep in your body to cut out. I tried. Cutting, Hacking, Bodily harm, physical pain to take away the pain inside. But it didn’t work, the pain, its still here, now I just have scars to prove it. I couldn’t hide, people started to find out, I needed help, but there was no one, not even my person, my savior, my pain reliever, she grow apart, became attached to someone else, and now again, I’m alone, no one to share my stories, to share my past, my friends are leaving, who is left? Who will run to in the hour of need? Who cares that much about me?
So, here I am sitting in the dark, with the flowers, closing my heart as they close their buds, the mask, seeps back onto my face. I curl back into my corner. Its time for the present to become future, but I’m scared, what is my future? Where will I be in five years, who will I be? Will I find another person, someone to show my face to again? Or will my mask overcome me and be me. Will I hide or will I stand? Will I become strong or stay weak? So now it’s time, time to decide, will I die or will I thrive. Will I make it to the future or will I get lost in the present. Hurry, time is running out, decide, NOW.
I am sitting here, the moon shining bright; I took my life this night. And I don’t know what my future holds, because there is no future for me. I decided in that last moment. I made it too far, I should of gave up long ago, I tried to hard to stay alive when it as meant for me to die. I realized this night I was stubborn, all those years, to stubborn to die. But now, that I took my life the pain is finally gone. I showed my face one final time to what had always been mine. The dark, it listened from beginning to end but now dear dark close your ears, because you heard my final breath. Goodbye.

[Madeline Speare]

I got another one here.

Remember me?
do you remember me?
i remember you.

I remember how it used to be,
whenever I saw you i felt like i had the flu,

your hand was always in mine,
i never used to cry,

with you i always felt fine,
but now when i see you i let out a sigh

waiting here all alone
walking down the empty hall.

i'm no longer waiting by the phone,
not letting one more tear fall.

do you remember me?
i remember you....

I'm the one who loved you.

[Madeline Speare]

I love your lyrics bella :]

[Isabella Knox]

thanks, i've found some more.

I’m afraid of what you think
I don’t know how this could be perfect
When I’m scared of what you see in me
And I’m scared of reject

I just want to hold you in my arms
And give you one last kiss
You’re everything I want
Everything I miss
I’m cold but I’m still breathing
My heart has frozen still
I’m awake but still I’m sleeping
And I know your look can kill

I haven’t slept since you left
I haven’t dreamt since I first met you
And I’m tired of going round and round
Is this it, are we through.

I just want to hold you in my arms
And give you one last kiss
You’re everything I want
Everything I miss
I’m cold but I’m still breathing
My heart has frozen still
I’m awake but still I’m sleeping
And I know your look can kill

[Hannah Pettigrew]

Its only true untill like halfway through, my imagination, went wild...yeah my imagination is weird, i wrote another that was wierd to i might post that, hey i might even put hem on quizilla.

[Laken Maywood]

hannah your story is great very sad but its great

[Volkaric D]

Untitled

Why didn't you come yet?
to save us from ourselves.
"Maybe he won't come" Some say with a frown
But i know you will cause you promised to.

Its been three years now
You wouldn't recgonize me now
I've been beaten and broken
by all sorts of sights

Little Jimmy was beaten
by his very own father
And Lucy was raped
By the icecream man

All these people are dieing
And you still haven't come.
Why? Why? Why haven't you come yet?
Haven't we suffered enough?

Its been ten more years now
Your already to late.
I was taken from Mommy
to a shed by a lake

The man gave me candy
then i fell asleep
I didn't wake up
and i don't think i will.

Cause while i was sleeping
I heard a loud bang
Then i got real cold
When i was dropped in the lake

Why haven't you saved us?
Befor we stop beleaving
Why didn't you come yet?
Before a little girl had to die

i know it sucks i'm not that good

[Isabella Knox]

Nah that's wicked.

[Hannah Pettigrew]

whatever that was really good, sean right?

[Laken Maywood]

i think its good

[Volkaric D]

Yeah. Its sean

[Volkaric D]

Heres another poem. I have a short story as well. But only the frist half of it. Still fixing the second half. If you want it.

First Kill
The lights fade in
Your all alone
No one will want you
Not even your own.

Read tears stream down her face
and you hold the bloody Knife.
You don't know why you did it,
Perhaps in anger, or fury, or maybe even hate.

All you know is that you liked it
and you want it again.
The power, The feeling
Theri Fear, Their Life.

Sorry for it being so dark.

[xraptorx]

You were allways the depressing one lol

j/k man

pretty good. New ones right. Don't think i read that one before.

[Hannah Pettigrew]

"Wait, so like do you two live together or somethin?

[xraptorx]

lol no. I just got my car so i come down on the week ends. I used hang out with him all the time but then went up north to live with my mom. So were sitting here and doing stuff we have to keep DL