My Latest Poem
love may come and love may go
but what do i have left to show
a broken heart, a few shed tears
the strongest love i've felt in years
just left me. he just said goodbye
all i could do was just watch and cry
my heart cried out, my love please stay
but sadly my mouth had nothing to say
i could do nothing, you made your choice
and all of a sudden, i had no voice
i hope you are happy, i will be some day
and i truly hope and i wish and i pray
that i will be
I just found a couple poems I wrote REALLY early in high school, and they're actually pretty good (okay, they're not really, but keep in mind i was 14 when I wrote them), so here they are:
Your smile brightens a room |
I feel a pain in my heart That can only be healed By your touch. I long for the day that You hold me in your arms Imagining the moment we are together. At last, my dreams come true. But then I come back to reality. You are not there, You are nowhere. I can see your beautiful face, Although where are you? I know not the place. Where are you love? I want to know. I think of you, I miss you so. For now I wait to run my hands Through your beautiful hair. But I will wait, Even if you do not care, Even till the day I die, For your love. |
sitting, staring, wishing, crying.
bleeding, hating, beating, dying.
sitting in a room, staring at the wall,
wishing to be free, crying from the fall.
bleeding just to be with you,
hating you for leaving me,
beating myself to consciousness,
and dying from the solitude.
Most of these were written while I was in high school, so bear with me...
I have set my sights so high That I do not know if I can reach The very point where I want to be. Without falling. I need to try to make the climb Of destiny that stands before me. But even at the top, there is no Certainty that I will be happy. To climb up this cliff, I must face The many obstacles that await me, and I must not succumb to the pain. I have to reach the top! What lies there waiting for me Still remains a mystery. But I will die inside If I do not try And face that unknown world. My fate awaits. |
curly haired girl red flowered skirt confusion frustration painful desire silver platforms plastic jewelery heartache loneliness searching for more memories feelings must be forgotten life will change it has to |
if i could go to the depths of the sea and find a pearl for you, i would. if i could go to the ends of the earth to bring you back home, i would. if you wanted the moon, i'd bring the stars with it. if it's the sun you want, then the sun you'll get. that is the depth of my love. that is how far i will go for you. but since i cannot fly nor swim, i can only offer you this: forever. my love forever. my life forever. |
i need to get out of here, i need a way out. can you please help me, or will you back out? i feel so trapped in this deep endless pit. somehow I know there's an end to all this. but where is it? when will I be free? why is all of this happening to me? where did i go wrong? what did i do? somehow you know. it started with you. but now i'm lost in this pit of despair. i'm drowning in here, please give me some air. for now i guess i'll live with all this, but this truly is no way to live |
the next two about someone from my past... if you don't know, don't ask... the poems are fairly self explanatory. I wrote the first one during one particularly painful Trig class last year.
Than the blade of a sword. The look I see in his eyes Kills me more than death ever could. The wound he caused When he uttered those words Is deeper than The deepest gash any knife Could inflict upon me The thought of love That dwells in my mind- How could I be so blind As not to see: He does not love me. |
How do you know? Don't waste time on me. Please, just go. I wish I could love you The way you love me. But I shouldn't go back. You were a chapter I was forced to end. The pain was too much. I'm happy as your friend. I used to love you. I used to want you To pick me up and take me away And give me the love I dream of each day. But you missed your chance, And I will not go back. |
Shakespeare's Sonnet 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak,--yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress when she walks, treads on the ground;
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
