~Teen Poets~
What is love
What is love?
a mushy feeling in your brain just a feeling an emotion that
drives you insane? a tear when two people are apart or a burning desire
in ones heart. Is love wet& sticky or is love somthing a little more
tricky. is what you call love tested by fire and might or gone like a flash
in the morning light. never think love is souly related to loss when true
love was poured out from wounds on a cross.
Dying in sin
You give your life for pleasure you sell your soul for fun.You
pass out your heart among those who will devour it and you if they get
the chance. You sit in a corner and cry with closed eyes you see all that
you once were and nothing that can be. so die you will and live you wish
but your whole lifes been served out to them in a dish. The age of excitment
proved to be not now its hard to remember all the things youve got. The
blood on your hands a hole in your chest you know that your dying but you
just cover the wound at best. Once you knew the light and the life but
now its all dark and death. So let the wound kill so you can serve out
whats left.
Hypocrite(written while I was observing some people live out their so called
"Christian"lives)
You stand fighting demons till the end of the age swallowing up
emotion in a heavenly rage. With a heart on fire you tear down walls of
societies sin but you fail to notice the cage that you are trapped in.
Your full of joy when others are around.But you alone can recognize the
tears of a clown! A laugh on the outside sends a bleak streak of light
into the darkness of sin in which you wallow in. But you still put on a
happy face and pretend like a child in cake tryin to conceal your filth
with a life thats fake.All your life you try to abstain but when not having
it beacomes a strain your sin is exposed like a worm in the rain. Your
quick to judge and kill for a speck but take the plank out of your eye
and realize your own lifes a wreck.
The Dying flower(by Me)
Whats the cause, Whats the reason? Can we really know the seasons?
Loss of words aimed for power the seed was sown now grows the flower. Out
of bloom and poorly groomed obviously now see its doom. Tries to stand
in a stagnet pond and of the filth its grown fond.Yet as it shrinks dosent
notice its bond and its roots do flood and the flower now covered with
mud is no different than its surroundings.
Life(by Sarah)
My life is rushing by I have no time to see the blur of events
I spin and see nothing colors ,colors,colors.Then I stop spinning no more
blur no more colors my life is OVER!!!
Untitled(Christina Wright)
Icy stars shine from her eyes reflecting up through the sky.Her
hand caresses their light touching all that is tender and pure. The night
belongs to her heart and soul that beats with the earth. She impresses
the heavens by beauty. They stand in awe, with God as witness.Swept from
fear she lifts and begins her ascent through time. Her pulsing breath has
beacome short with every gasp until she has vanished.
Jr.High(by me)
We were fools in our hearts and our lives were torn in parts.We
had no valid dreams happiness was the major theme we wanted to be God but
with sin our feet were shod. We beat ourselves in the brain hoping to experience
life not go insane. But soon it was experience that we found vain. We only
wanted to have some fun but new life sent us on the run. In virgin ears
we cried and with empty chest's we lied. Life was hot yet frozen, sweet
yet bitter, pure yet tainted with thick red dye in Jr High.
The Conclusion(by Matt)
Now here we stand on our own our eyes starring forward
our bodies all grown. We were those who stood for right,
and all around we fought the fight. As many cheered and others jeered
we saw our lives for as we feared we didnt know why to stand.
So we are here still standing still fighting and yet through our
hollow eyes of the generation gone to the farthest reaches of the
lonliest depth the only thing that we can see or do after our long
and glorious run is to stand in awe of what weve lost, swallow the
lump in our throat, and shed tears.(after graduation class of 99)
Empty
So here we are again tears of sorrow falling infinite depths,
Though I wash my hands, I cant ignore the stench that paints my palms
red! So I stare into obscurity and empty depths of what your life has become,
and all I see is empty hearts.So drink a beer shedding blood mothers tears .
Long ago you left the fight in the heat of battle you took flight.
As liquid feelings flow from hollowed eyes, I see into your empty chest
full of lies.So now you sit and cry when all your friends did die.
Livivng your life as a lie, when all you want to do is cry. YOur
innocence gone your future unknown, so now you play games and let your empty heart roam.
While shadows close in you try to make the steal yet its your empty
heart that you must fill. So here we are again, My hands red and
covered in your sin and you cry.
If Science was God(by Andrew Bridges)
His trails end with entrails of his newly forgotten foe.
With dreams of Hell and hopes of Heaven that he will never know.
And now the last of his kind, and how far he is away from home.
As he turns he finds the other gone. Before his eyes it decomposed.
And now he feels the pain in him; his moments close at hand.
Instantly it happens-- life stops in the last of man.
No afterlife will he go to. Another person, he won't be.
Evolved, Appalled and now dissolved. The end of humanity!
How awful it would be if science were God.
And Finally in their Darkness(by Maci B)
They are out there, watching, waiting, wondering if You will save them. And
finally in their darkness, black and ever present, they see Your light.
They are out there, starving, dying, wasting away to nothing. And finally in
their darkness, black and ever presesnt, they come out of the night.
They are out there, hoping, praying, yearning for someone to come. And
finally in their darkness, thick and sharp as a knife, they walk the straight
and narrow road.
They are out there, seeing, searching, looking for their healing. And finally
in their darkness, thick and sharp as a knife, they walk right out of the
cold.
They are out there, hearing, knowing, feeling the cries of their brethren.
And finally in their darkness, dead and decaying, they step into Your light.
They are out there, wanting, needing grasping for Your love to guide them.
And finally in their darkness, dead and decaying, they feel Your love with all
their might.
Untitled(by Gregoree)
The longer you stayed, the stronger your compelling stares, snap, snapping
snares tight about my foresight--I thought I'd heard your heart's delight bang
banging or then, I'd heard the front door slamming? There sprang in you words
like steel traps you'd timed to perfection--almost a song into which flew
three woven chains wound to remind me of what I do wrong.
(another by Gregoree)
I watch lately those eyes
Rimmed with tiny fires
That would turn me to ashes
Were I not already so burned
By needs stronger than pride.
"Are flowers always so yellow?"
You asked; and I, too hastily,
"The cowards are brightest."
So your eyes burned
And I blistered.
"Monks chanting in the fields...
Having long since burned it flat,
Being an impatient lot...."
But understanding, I
Tilted my head and smiled at
Your story. I hear
Your voice, and lashed to ribbons,
I can't separate your tones.
"Is the alphabet all there is?"
You asked; I, too readily,
"Words are not all that we need."
So your tones stung
And I crowned myself in blood.
Filling my perceptions
Burning sight
And stinging sound babble
Unwind,
Ground glass in my sense bath
The only remedy for
A tired mind.
The search for happiness is vain and the search for truth
though painful is gain
Poetry
Webring
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