|Woke Up Walking
To no one
woke up walking,
And to find my self talking,
The pain I didn’t feel was a shock
I felt like something you
I was lost,
And feeling the price of the cost,
Some one once told of this cursed
But I didn’t
know it would hurt.
I am haunted by loves hollow heart,
By words some one stole from some one else’s thought
just wish I could find a way out,
But no one will ever know what this is about.
Wish I was still asleep,
I was at peace,
But now I am walking on,
And I can no longer stop,
I feel the hate of winter’s wrath,
snow feels like broken glass,
But yet I keep moving on,
Hoping some day I will see dawn,
In blood I stay in all
For some reason I think it keeps me safe,
Thoughts of you come into my mind,
Now I know I will not survive,
see the sky and the moon,
For some dam reason it reminds me of you,
Too bad you went away,
And I went to sleep it
All was fine till the other day,
I woke up walking,
And to find myself talking,
"This poem really isnt about anything, I got the inspiration from
joel who was telling a story of how he woke up walking....I personally loved the line and wanted it to be a poem ..hope you guys
Have you ever made love to a ghost?
Was she already
gone when you had woke?
Did she leave you feeling broke?
Did her words go through you when she spoke?
she leave a note?
Had she walked in you’re life?
And then disappeared,
I bet you didn’t know what
Was her heart made of stone?
Did she act like she was always cold?
When she came in the room,
did you do?
Did she make you feel like a fool?
When she made love to you,
Did she look away?
Did she make
you feel closer to your fate?
When you held her close,
And she just chose to cry,
Did it make you wonder why
The love you shared can’t just be said,
And all things must come to an end,
my life” she always said
"just trying to write
are tales in this town,
Of a girl that lives down south,
For she never makes a sound,
All the rumors run about
hear them time and time again
She couldn’t handle what he did,
Her life depended on him,
No matter what
They could never get in,
For the rest of her life she tried to live,
But had failed to ever love
To look at any one else must have felt like a sin,
Because she had never loved again.
What he did must
have broke her heart,
Oh it tore her world apart,
Because now she can no longer move on,
Oh it’s a wonder why
she isn’t already gone.
To writers block
I have writers
And don’t say it,
Because I know it sucks,
And if you plan on asking,
Don’t even bother
Because I don’t feel like whining,
Just try and finish this rhyme
I just have all these feeling
on my mind,
And yes I know I’m going to be fine,
But I just wish I could state,
MY LOVE FOR HIM ISNT FAKE!
that’s one feeling you can’t mistake… :/
I just wish I could write one good rhyme,
And if it
was about him,
That would be fine,
And if I ever get over this writer block…
I"d tell every one “sorry
guys ,but I have posted one up” ……
Used To Be
used to walk with you along the beach,
This would be the place we always used to meet
But now my memory starts to fade,
I know longer recall your name.
You used to tell me things,
That made my soul at peace,
Anytime of day,
counted on you to make me stay.
But now you’re gone,
You left me with just a song,
Now my heart is lost.
I still remember all those nights,
When I felt alone inside,
All I would have to do,
Is look out my window,
there would be you,
You used to sing that song to me,
Oh those words still haunt me so deep,
Oh you made me believe,
something other then to bleed,
“If you love something,
Set it free,
And if it comes back
it’s meant to be,
Oh babe just breathe,
I know I can help you find what you seek
Long has you always remember
Everything was great,
Oh I used to see you everyday.
But then one day you were gone,
that I knew I had to carry on.
Though I feel ashamed,
Because I can no longer recall your face,
did is now a blur
Soon all our love will be gone for sure.
So I write this in your grace,
I write this before
it is too late,
I write this before I forget why you came.
Though why you left,
I will always question
why don’t you come back is unanswered.
Stood In the road,
In a dream I had one night.
It looked so lonely,
As it just stared at me,
it knew something,
That I didn’t find out yet.
The desolate soul,
Just stood in the road,
Right at its feet.
I reached out my hand,
For it to pick me up again,
But that desolate soul,
Like I was a mistake.
The desolate soul,
Walk down the road,
Didn’t look back,
It was on its way to find a new path
Other then watching me collaps to my feet.
I often to this day,
if the dream was a fake,
I never did figure out what it was about.
Then just the other day,
I was sitting in
Just pondering the dream,
And realized that desolate soul was me.
"I know this poem is really strange but I got the insperation from a poet
out of my literature book...Robert browning.. his work really only makes sense if you dont think about it to much...so thats
kinda how I wanted this poem to be...I tried something new..hope you like it.."
A frustration with no motivation,
No grace with a lot of aggression,
up in my mind, thinking I have to let this out,
Easily set off with one word gone wrong,
Restless never stress less
hear me say “I don’t need help”.
my words describe.
Just A Review
To past reviews
Make the changes,
Stick to the stanzas,
I don’t like the title,
Make sure the poem is
worth my while,
Take out the ending,
I don’t agree with the meaning,
Show me something worth reading,
like there’s no reasoning.
I don’t like your type of rhyming,
The words you used are misguiding
What’s the point of the title?
I hate the fact that it’s talking about a child.
Your poem is too
You shouldn’t be so deceiving
I like a poem that’s more relieving
I would write something
that’s more believing
Some words are misspelled,
At the end I was compelled,
I didn’t like how it
This poem makes me want to crawl in a shell,
Your poem has too much hate,
I hate the term fate,
need to have more faith,
You shouldn’t think this as a shame
I think you are a little crazy,
was very lazy,
Make sure you review my poem called “my lady”
Make sure you don’t give me a bad reviewing………………………..
tell them don’t worry,
I’ll give you a good reasoning,
I’ll show you a poem with meaning,
after you give me a review worth reading
all is said and done, its just a review"
Alive senryu (my first)
To my frist senryu
I Wish I
No Reason I Have To Die
I Am Now Alive
Not Trying At all
To my crazy weeks ahead and behind
Sunday morning rhymes,
Tuesday I like to whine,
Wednesday I stay up and write,
Thursday I’m reckless,
Friday I’m cleaning
After he falls asleep,
Then another Sunday comes along,
And I feel like I can’t hold on,
then he calls,
To tell me he loves me
Some how all my worries
Are so far gone,
He takes care of me of me best,
he doesn’t try at all
Living To Die
To live is to die,
we grow old in time,
The funny things we do to get by.
What’s your soul to do?
When your mind has left
Will you walk with a blank stare,
Look out into no where,
Feel like a disgrace in this dark desolate
Move on and just look ahead,
If you can’t be who you are …..
Why be here at all?
"I wrote this while listen to metallicas Cd, "And justic for all.."
if you are a metallica fan..you will know the track was number 8.."To Live Is To Die" I Wrote it like in the time of the song..
you have have the cd..listen to the song..you will feel the poem so much more"
I am just sitting here with an empty face
All alone in my empty place,
I’m empty with love
I’m full of hate,
I’m just here,
With a lot of empty faith.
I’m lost with empty crime,
a whole lot of empty lies,
I have way too many empty lines,
Full of too much sacrifice,
I’m a lot of empty
With a so much blame,
I am so bitter with hate,
And hes such an empty mistake,
I’ve had a lot
of empty thoughts,
And tons of people have me mocked,
I’m full of empty tears,
And too many empty years.
cant even stand to think,
About all my empty dreams,
I cant even stand to think,
About his empty “goodbye”
And now I hope you have started to see,
A little piece of empty me
And now realize you’ve spent some
On reading this empty rhyme .
don’t ask me why……..
heard an echo in my head,
On Christmas mourning in my bed,
I just sat there trying to hear what it said,
full of lead,
Our words to each other will never be said
No matter how many poems are wrote and read,
still are stuck in my head
And shall remain there when I'm dead
"This poem was written by me and a friend..I started the first line and we went from there...what do you think?.....
and yes the title has nothing to do with it"
To all my sad rhymes.
I was told I write to deep,
And this poem is turning out really cheap.
crying while I write this,
Can’t you see the tear stained pages?
I really want to write something cheerful,
I can’t seem to think of anything that rhymes with meaningful.
Crap I’m stuck in a rut,
Oh hell ,how
about one more lost rhyme.
Here I go,
one more time.
Did I catch your eye?
you focused on just my on going sad rhymes
If your wondering,
I have no idea why.
REMEMBER….to add this
to each of the following sentences.
To tell me what you think of this message,
To yell at me when its starts to get
I’m just a girl,
I often forget this.
All your problems for just one day,
need to give up,
What its like to be lonely.
Like it will never hurt,
Like you could die if you held
it in much more,
Like your young again,
You get my point?
All that you are,
Like your not scared
Your best even though your not all there right now.
Is cheap when its all you want to believe.
so sad when nothing good is said,
You could be me for just one day.
I could live my way this time around.
would in joy this rhyme..
was trying something diffrent...its kinda off beat i know but i just was trying towrite somethig that wasnt deep! lol i know
tis migth be hard to under stand but add the ..forget,remeber,love,talk..at every sentence of those that follow ..then it
will make sense"