That was... amazing debs. When I read it I felt understanding and sorrow and the end makes the whole sadness dwindle down to a small smile. Where a spark of light had taken shape. Just wonderful.

Here is a poem that can explain how I feel life should be.

Don't Look At Me
All there is, is darkness, weither it be good or bad
In this darkness is life and life to be had
There is no red, there is no blue
all there is, is me and you
you can not see me, you can not know
of the true life that wants to show
but in this darkness or in this void
you can get to know me for me and allow it to show
for it isn't the sound we make or the body we own
It is the mind and the mind alone
who we are and what we are can not be described by shape or form
for who we are and what we are is as magical as being born
so don't try to see me with your eyes
and try not to listen to my voice
but try to understand what I wish to say

I wrote this poem when I was feeling very depressed and thought it might make sense to someone as it makes sense to me

Thanks TrasaVsIdan, i read the other poems (all very good i hasten to add) and just wrote it, it came from the heart.
yours makes perfect sense, on saying that maybe the reader has had to 'be there' to fully get it but the avarage layman (or laywoman ) would understand i hope. hey, maybe if there are enough poems done on here someone should publish them,

Bestest

Debs X

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Why don't you make the book Debs. Just remember to give credit where credit is deserved and remember to ask before using the poem you wish to insert into the book, but don't forget to add poems like that one that came straight from your heart. Heh, I even started writing my own book of poetry in a spiral notebook, that is where Don't Look At Me came from after I had writen it on that depressing day.

Anyone know any lightweight poems

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I like it the ending makes it sound kind of cute. You would make an awsome poet Kenneth.

Even though we may not see them
all I know is that any poem you probably make
seems to always come out great

Keep up the good work

Thank you so much

I have a whole load of poems that I want to get published, but no one takes poetry unless the poet's become recognised by publishing in magazines first. And I just don't want to do that.

It's worth a try though I suppose

The trouble is, is that almost all my poems are about nature. Which is okay, but I can't seem to get fired up/inspired enough about anything else - not enough to write poems about.

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writing poems about nature is a good thing and many people use nature to symbolize how they feel. So it don't matter if nature is what you write about. It is as I said before, its just how it makes you feel.

I made this for the beginning of a story I was going to write called The Galactic Secret

Many have asked the questions that burn every mind
like the coals on a fire, coals that would burst into flame
at the sight of the answer that which it seeks
only to die before it is soon to be reached.
Like the coals, the mind does yet burn
looking for the answer that it wishes to earn.

Hows that?

Nice. I was just thinking though--maybe the second line should be made into two?

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This isn't my best poem, but it can be interpretted different ways.


To fly through the sky
See with my own eye
What this world could be
In this strange reality
Where somethings are perfected
While other things are not
From eyes on the outside
And mind long forgot

To fly through the sky
See with my own eye
The land so calm
But the world so gray
Making me wish I could see the day

To fly through the sky
See with my own eye
Where we come from
And where we are

To fly through the sky
See with my own eye

I like that

Don't know what it means, but I still like it

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This is one of my favourite poems of the moment...


Mr. Apollinax
TS Elliot (1917)

WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the United States
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees,
And of Priapus in the shrubbery
Gaping at the lady in the swing.
In the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor Channing-Cheetah’s
He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
His laughter was submarine and profound
Like the old man of the sea’s
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
I looked for the head of Mr. Apollinax rolling under a chair

Or grinning over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
I heard the beat of centaur’s hoofs over the hard turf
As his dry and passionate talk devoured the afternoon.
“He is a charming man”—“But after all what did he mean?”—
“His pointed ears…. He must be unbalanced,”—
“There was something he said that I might have challenged.”
Of dowager Mrs. Phlaccus, and Professor and Mrs. Cheetah
I remember a slice of lemon, and a bitten macaroon.

Awsome! great poem

You must not drop litter on the floor
or put it down the sides of doors
even though it's very thin
you still must put it in the bin

Hmmmm I don't write much poetry (nor do I read much of it--just not my cup of tea), but I guess I could start out posting this old one from Dec. 5th, 2003 <3 I'd messed up a lot that year and hurt a lot of my friends with my depression because I pulled away from them all.

Tears

This soft, burning liquid
Streaks down my face.
My hand reaches to wipe it away,
And it crystallizes.
Time has stopped,
And the crystals break away.
Everyone around me is frozen,
And I never do realize
How precious they are to me
Until everything begins to crumble,
And I lose everyone
For eternity.


Here's another one while I'm at it <3 I write more stories though xD; We were working in Shakespeare, but it was inspired by my strange classmates Freshman year xD Nov. 13, 2003 (there's also a sonnet version of this I may post sometime xD; I really like it too)

WAKE

"Until we meet again," she said,
"Until we meet again."
Once Death does us part,
Only then will Chaos start.
Angels cry and Angels scream,
Only in a Child's Dream.
The scent of Blood, of burning Flesh,
Young Demon Lords do their best.
Swords of Power, Beings of Strength,
All to see here at our Wake.

I'm thinking about posting another poem... hmm, you'll have to let me know if you even want to read more of my junk xD haha, and the other one is a 50 line narative (it's morbid as well xD; though purely fantasy--goes with a story I wrote called The Devil's Trill, one of my pride and joys)