Do you like poems?

I love poems its a way to express your self. Its like a art a way to be free. I have written my own. Post your favorite ones if you can.


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  • He was damaged she was pure
    She need a little dark to kill the feelings of inscure.
    He need a little light to guide him on the shadow tour.
    His love for her was unkowon and rough.
    Her love was enough to keep him from the cuff's drugs, abuse and sirens.
    She gave him a light and touch that wasn't like a wild flame or his drunk daddy fist.
    The dark gave the light her very first kiss.
    She loved the fact that the dark showed her his world of abyss.
    She loves the fact that she can still feel his touch even when he's missed.
    He wanted to become better for the light.
    She wanted to tainted enough for the dark
    They both wanted to please the heart.


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What Guys Said 8

  • That's awesome! I love writing songs (which is similar to poetry in a sense)
    I made a question on one of my songs like a week and a half ago.

    It's not perfect, but it is the closest thing to poetry I got :D

  • yes I do like poetry, I like Pushkin

    The flower, very dry and scentless,
    I see in the forgotten book;
    And now, with the strangest fancies,
    Is filled my soul’s every nook.

    Where and in which spring was it grown?
    And how long? By whom was cut?
    By a hand known or unknown?
    And why was put this page behind?

    To the recall of the love-talking,
    Or separation forced by fate,
    Or quiet and alone walking
    In the fields’ silence and woods’ shade?

    Is he alive? And his sweet lady?
    And where is now their little nook?
    Or maybe they had both faded,
    Like this strange flower in this book?

  • Sonnet on a turd

    In water so blue float thy,
    A turd so beautiful, oh my.
    You smell like crap, but that's what you are.
    Full of what i had eaten yesterday, broccoli by far,
    Your oblong shape is gorgeous, no hands no feet,
    you are so divine, they even call you Holy shit.

    No applauds please.

    • You stink you failed.. LOL!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
      But you started out nice

    • What.. but feet rhymes with shit if you say it proplerly :o :(

  • i love poems , this one is about a horse that always win race,

    Mark ye the steed swift and tireless, see the dust, spurned by his hoofs, rising in clouds,
    Now it swims the river, anon climbs the hill, rending the purple mist asunder,
    Scornful it breaks the rein, shakes from its head the jeweled bridle,
    It is as a fiery dragon descending from the highest heaven.

  • I like poetry, I've published some of my work. My company has had poetry contests in the past and i really enjoy people's work
    this is probably my most famous one it's called "A Letter To NASA"

    I hear that there's a man
    who lives within the moon
    it's his face you see
    in the latter afternoon

    But I ask you with Diana,
    Salina and the rest
    don't they get crowded
    within their nightly nest

    Or do they just take turns
    being up there oh so high
    when the right amount is showing
    on that nightly luner pie

    So next time that you're up there
    just ask them this for me
    and we'll discuss the answer
    over an evening glass of tea


  • Roses are reddish
    Violets are bluish
    If it weren't for Christmas
    We'd all be Jewish

  • A piece from a song of mine:

    "On my knees you took your bow
    Slowly drew the arrow back
    My eyes pleaded no, but still you let loose
    I drop to the floor"

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What Girls Said 4

  • Here's one of my favorites, I used to read it in my melancholy heartbreak days as a teenage girl.

    the flesh covers the bone
    and they put a mind
    in there and
    sometimes a soul,
    and the women break
    vases against the walls
    and the men drink too
    and nobody finds the
    but keep
    crawling in and out
    of beds.
    flesh covers
    the bone and the
    flesh searches
    for more than

    there's no chance
    at all:
    we are all trapped
    by a singular

    nobody ever finds
    the one.

    the city dumps fill
    the junkyards fill
    the madhouses fill
    the hospitals fill
    the graveyards fill

    nothing else

    -Charles Bukowski

    • That is a nice poem πŸ˜‰

    • Glad you enjoyed it! His poems are depressing but he's still my favorite. :) by the way, the title is "Alone with everybody" I left that part out by mistake.

  • My English teacher sometimes ask us to write poems but it always turn out bad ahah I just suck at writing poems πŸ˜‚ But I do love reading those that have meanings behind it

  • The one that has a story or is deep , yes

  • The Double Life by Don Blanding

    How very simple life would be
    If only there were two of me
    A Restless Me to drift and roam
    A Quiet Me to stay at home.
    A Searching One to find his fill
    Of varied skies and newfound thrill
    While sane and homely things are done
    By the domestic Other One.

    And that's just where the trouble lies;
    There is a Restless Me that cries
    For chancy risks and changing scene,
    For arctic blue and tropic green,
    For deserts with their mystic spell,
    For lusty fun and raising Hell,

    But shackled to that Restless Me
    My Other Self rebelliously
    Resists the frantic urge to move.
    It seeks the old familiar groove
    That habits make. It finds content
    With hearth and home β€” dear prisonment,
    With candlelight and well-loved books
    And treasured loot in dusty nooks,

    With puttering and garden things
    And dreaming while a cricket sings
    And all the while the Restless One
    Insists on more exciting fun,
    It wants to go with every tide,
    No matter where…just for the ride.
    Like yowling cats the two selves brawl
    Until I have no peace at all.

    One eye turns to the forward track,
    The other eye looks sadly back.
    I'm getting wall-eyed from the strain,
    (It's tough to have an idle brain)
    But One says "Stay" and One says "Go"
    And One says "Yes," and One says "No,"
    And One Self wants a home and wife
    And One Self craves the drifter's life.

    The Restless Fellow always wins
    I wish my folks had made me twins.

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