Here I will post some poet's of mine, mainly the one's I made for school, critisism is welcome.
I also want to see some of your poem's, it'll be like a give and take thing smile
EDIT: all poem's of mine will go on the first post so check back often.
ok, here go's.
These wall's
These blood-stained wall's,
I can hear them.
Their greif, sad tale's,
their woe's echo forever more.
Why do they torture me with their sadness?
I want to escape, trully I do,
but alas, there is no entry or exit.
I lay here awaiting my death,
waiting to become one with these wall's.
I was made here, therefore, this will be my resting place.
These wall's pt. 2
This child will become one of us.
He shall be the only one that is just.
He will see the thing's that we saw,
We will cave in on him and maw.
We will devour the light in the dark.
I can smell him, it reek's of good and purity.
Lunge at him! Take the boy's head!
This is a place of evil,
we have no use for his kind,
but now, we all feel a little better inside.
Emo
You fool,
do you really belive your soul is black?
what are you doing? put down that thumbtack!
your my freind, I can't look at you this way,
follow me, were ending this today.
See that picture? that was you,
why am I rhyming you say? I'm a walking haiku?
forget that, just Go back to your old self
You dont have to fit in like that
Oh, great, now you grabbed the bat?!
Walking poet
I got the ball's to say what most people won't
Most people would usually choke.
Im not afraid to waste this lead in my pencil,
to write something so simple.
The hard work come's in when it has to mean something
but, yeah I could keep this going, like a never ending rope,
don't know if you relized, but this one was a joke
mrgreen
End
Notes-The 'wall' poem's were in two different perspective's-part one from the boy's, part two is from the wall's.
comment's and help are appreciated mrgreen
I also want to see some of your poem's, it'll be like a give and take thing smile
EDIT: all poem's of mine will go on the first post so check back often.
ok, here go's.
These wall's
These blood-stained wall's,
I can hear them.
Their greif, sad tale's,
their woe's echo forever more.
Why do they torture me with their sadness?
I want to escape, trully I do,
but alas, there is no entry or exit.
I lay here awaiting my death,
waiting to become one with these wall's.
I was made here, therefore, this will be my resting place.
These wall's pt. 2
This child will become one of us.
He shall be the only one that is just.
He will see the thing's that we saw,
We will cave in on him and maw.
We will devour the light in the dark.
I can smell him, it reek's of good and purity.
Lunge at him! Take the boy's head!
This is a place of evil,
we have no use for his kind,
but now, we all feel a little better inside.
Emo
You fool,
do you really belive your soul is black?
what are you doing? put down that thumbtack!
your my freind, I can't look at you this way,
follow me, were ending this today.
See that picture? that was you,
why am I rhyming you say? I'm a walking haiku?
forget that, just Go back to your old self
You dont have to fit in like that
Oh, great, now you grabbed the bat?!
Walking poet
I got the ball's to say what most people won't
Most people would usually choke.
Im not afraid to waste this lead in my pencil,
to write something so simple.
The hard work come's in when it has to mean something
but, yeah I could keep this going, like a never ending rope,
don't know if you relized, but this one was a joke
mrgreen
End
Notes-The 'wall' poem's were in two different perspective's-part one from the boy's, part two is from the wall's.
comment's and help are appreciated mrgreen
