The Poetry house

This a poetry house for everyone. There are poems about everything here. I myself write poetry and have some published. Please if you would like to leave a poem so it will be published on this page send it ethier in an e-mail or sign my guest book and leave the poem in ethier one. Please your poems will not get rejected here. There are poems by me and others here. Even if you don't write poetry please come in and read some and leave me a message on my guestbook or send me an e-mail. Your friend, Michael Horton

Poems by different people

Look into my eyes, the eyes of the dead, everything seen, and as the red filters out, I feel death roll down my cheeks, I open my mind, to see the mindless, my throat burns, as I inhale, my last breath, nothing but dreams left, dreams unfullfilled, keeping my mind working, until my dreams are full filled, living my life with my eyes open, watching everyone else walk bye, in the darkness of a closed mind. By Michael Horton "Red" ] -------------------------------------------- That Awesome Feeling

We stepped into the cafe, You kindly pulled my stool, I was in a frenzy, And you were just so...cool!

I found myself intensely staring, You were just so right, I wanted you to hold my hand, But, you were being polite;

My gosh! Should i give you winks? Or perhaps, bat my eyes? I was just so nervous, Lost in my tummy's butterflies;

I listened as you spoke, But only heard a lover's bell, I wanted you to kiss me so, Could you even tell?

You walked me home and to my door, I fumbled with my keys, Felt your carress upon my neck, Nearly knocked me to my knees;

You turned me to face you, Your hands so natural on my hips, I felt every color of the rainbow, As you warmly kissed my lips~

By Misspoet -------------------------------------------- Mind OF Me Unshaven beard, unwashed hair, un- trapped from evils, the wet grass on barefeet, my mind on treats of society, Allen would you be so kind as to repeat, your rhymes from the dead, pull my daisy. Or your friend, Jack from beatnik nation. Come and chant for me. I have been seen by the eyes of the dead, with my mind between words. With also my ears to the dead.

Trees, Blueberries, Rivers-Nature to me how about to the mind of not me. Am I corrupt for the shadow to the bone Or shall I die unkown, No, Not me, I will die unkown to you but as to the air, we're just getting introduced, My soul-climb the stairs, first step body, second step heart, third step mind, landing soul, I will always be something, I just hope I'm not what I am now.

Shooting Johnnie Walker in solitude, slowly puffing cigarettes into the solid air, filled with souls, not yet met with mine, Oh how I cry of memories, tears are gold. Not mine, mine are silver, close to bronze, I live in the present, not with falsafied labels, or pierced holes, or music which contains, not that present, but the day I live, I live my life unconcerned to yours, Free at last, on my back, with bugs on my feet.

Can one come to understand me? Or doI walk this earth alone, searching for culture and the big meaning, I wish I could see your face with mine, crying for this world, for our children, Alone, in solitude, I feel alone, Crying, once again, searching for myself, for the mind of me, as a whole of the world, which fights wars and peace, Still drinks, and believe even is yet to be seen. By Michael Horton -------------------------------------------- Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. By Dylan Thomas ---------------------------------------------------------- does it matter? those dreams from the pit? for you can drink and forget, and be glad, and people won't say that you're mad, for they'll know you fought for your country and no one will worry a bit By Sigfreid Sasoon Sent in by Kevin R. ------------------------------------------------------ Angel eyes, you gaze with all innosense at the haze, collecting before you, Angel eyes so pure, with a strange and sweet allure, cast your blessed gaze on me, Angel eyes is that a tear? What is the evil which brings you fear? tell me your secret, Angel eyes, so pained, what terrible thing has you chained in a dark vault of depression? Angel eyes tell me true, I would give it all up for you, please Angel, I might understand. Angel eyes, look and see, there is good in reality. It's just kind of hard to find. Angel eyes, lift up your head, look at the life you've come to dread. look past the haze, do you see? Angel eyes look around, you've cut the ropes that hold you down. Run free, be free. Angel eyes you gaze with all innosense at the haze, but now, it's clearing. By Jenny Darrah ----------------------------------------------------- Powerful words, that say more then they show, a bleeding heart, that feels more then it knows, a pain yet unsuffered but knowing soon will, keeps silently watching, quietly still. By Jenny Powell

Going down I will not cry, seeing death I'll keep my head high, death's upon me, standing tall, fuck you death I will not fall. By Jak W. "Pijak" ------------------------------------------------ Thoughts fly at light speed through my head and out my eyes. The colors flash in spots, red and black and rainbow. The energy pulses within me and whirls me about, heedlessly flooding nothing, flooding everything, i smile and sink into oblivion. By Jenny Powell ------------------------------------------------- walking through this world, big bad ass cool girl judging everyone that goes by the way they look, how they dress, what they do feeling so perfect inside making the rules to abide... please forgive me........ By sara nicole Groover ------------------------------------------------- There once was a man from brazil, Who thought that he might be getting ill, But the mark on his ass, Was not a strange rash, But a bruise from his buff boyfriend Bill. By Leech ------------------------------------------------- Death, Most people are scared of it, Some people embrace it, Some wounder about it, I accept it. By Michael Horton "Red" ------------------------------------------------- i know out there to be a beautiful place for me i just don't know where it to be

if only it were near to me so much easier to see instead of so hard to conceive that it is meant for me

i cannot believe that such a place could be when all i know to be is such sorrow and greef

but forever i will seek this unattainable dream not knowing it will be the death of me. By Chris

Here are some of my other poems.

Dylan Thomas Poems.

Robert Frost Poems.

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