write a poem

It is time, It is time
The world is now ending
Here I was trembling and shaking,
Then I saw my love, to me, he’s coming.

It’s weird he’s still so cool,
Like he was just a fool
He said “It’s written so to heavens don’t resent,
Just sit beside me as the world end”

“I can’t promise you’ll be safe with me,
But you won’t be any safer with anybody,
So just stay and let me hold you,
And when you fall, I’ll fall with you”.

I kinda laughed of what he said,
Romance before the world’s end it seems
That is how it really appeared to me,
Then I found myself sitting with him.

When my fairytale dreaming turned to a world ending,
His words were consolation for me.
At least it was beside him im sitting,
Now all I need is next to me.

So I attached myself to his side,
And watch as the stars collide.
Now there’s no place to hide,
But I don’t think I’m scared.

There’s this guy (I think I’m in love with; we have a complicated past) and for his birthday, he wants me to write him a poem. Problem: whenever I try to write a poem, it sounds so cheesy, or crappy. It’s harder than it looks.

I love reading poetry.
Poetry is so beautiful & expressive.
I don’t have a lot of writing talent…but hopefully I can squeeze something beautiful out of my mind.

sry about that email lol not mine I was trying to email him and the email address does not work.

Now for the poem or whatever that it is:

the living benefit from the dead, the dead cannot benefit from the living.

life for life, we suffer endlessly

predator and prey, living the gruesome existence every day.

death for deth, it only leads to decay.

fight the death is futile, we all die.

fight to live is thriving, we must keep the light.

give to give, get what’s left and do what’s right.

be aware of things in the night.

never give up and never give in

to victimize is to sin.

eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth

be the best we can be and surrender to the truth.

to live the lie is wear and give the hangman’s noose.

let the flower grow, let the child thrive.

to suffer is to die, to flourish is to be alive.

give in to the shine, say, “yes it is mine”.

give in to the night that is true, do not fall for the false light.

wisdom is the ageless treasure, curing the blight.

be the children lyf or deth, blakk or whyt.

the children of the almighty’s might.

sometimes the weakest is what is right.

peace, love and eternal life.

David@poeminmaking.com

I’m not a poet, not great with words, but in trying to rhyme I pull up issues from the subconscious that I didn’t even know were there. I usually feel a hell of a lot better afterwards, and even better once the problem is resolved.

My poetry is sporadic – I’d like to do it more often; a regular checkup to make sure the mind is ok.

A few times. I mostly write stories, but I have written poems too.

If only there were a time, a place, where we could drift away in love. An alternate universe where the sun glistened across the pond to shine on your lovely face. A place where no one could judge the relationship they only wish they had between us. A world where the leaves floated down from the willow trees and turned into divine doves which made my love for you feel like it’s not forbidden. Every day I look into your eyes hoping that some day you would realize how much I love you, how many breathtaking moments have made me shine. I’m speechless when I see you, I don’t have words to describe your delicate face. Don’t listen to the others, in my eyes your one of the seven wonders of the world. The way you talk to me in that angelic, charming, dazzling, and graceful tone, makes me see that those doves are only a representation of the love you have for life. Because as it is said “Love will give you wings.”

I was left alone,in the rain.
With a heart of sorrow and pain
Here I am,you left me in vain.
Knowing someday,I can stand again.

I wont let,my tears to fall.
And I will break,even the hardest wall.
Then You will see,I will stand tall.
As a vigorous person after all.

I know,I will find someone.
And I will show it ,to every one.
I don’t care if you are gone.
Because everything you do is said and done.

Sad memories will always stay.
Sometimes I don’t know,what to say
Now we are on our separate way.
For me it’s not,the end of the day.

sometimes i say what im thinking out loud, (first sign of madness), but i really should write the better stuff down.