write a poem

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.

Mother walked into the town,
Bringing the sunshine with her.
She tipped her hat to the cowboy,
Who kept the beauty of the world
Inside his pearly whites.

She sang of the beauty of women,
With the Rasta man.
Chirping melodies between
The Twinkies and the Ding Dongs.

Stone faced woman heaved her gravely sighs.

But they danced on,
And weaved their song,
Beside the slushie machine,
And the prehistoric hotdogs.

No gas station has known such life before.

Terrorism doesn’t reveal the state of shock
Nor does it tell the story of madness
People creating terrorism are , but in disguise
Unprotected & ungifted soals of sadness

This sadness sweeps till the bottom of their hearts
And there creats an unhealthy silence,
Leaving behind a great loss of feelings
Pushing the half-lived torso into a the drift of sin

This silence is neither peace nor vaccum
But is the sound terror
Scrathing away the inert joy of all
And tearing innocent livlihood into pieces
Like scattered pieces of broken mirror

Not all different , not less drastic
Like the black day of Amritsar massacre
Changing the place doesn’t change lives
Neither blood , nor the wholesome country

Administrative promises failing to overcome
The horrifying blood-shed of thousands
Who lost their lives
And those who fought the last second
For the rest …safe.

Still the sound of prayers is larger than the bullet guns
The strength of fighting back is more than the aims of the terrorists
The temple lamp has turned into a massive blazing fire
That would burn till the last oil of blood remains

Togather we stand
Hand in hand
Paying homage to the brave warriors and
To the many innocents and
Condolense, care and affection we give
And promise to protect our motherland.

i really let my emotions fly when it comes to writing, especially poems. i have a list of things i want to put in it, i just have to figure out a way to pull it all together and make it sounds good and meaningful.. it makes me feel better about myself when i put it into a poem, which is something truly beautiful that someone can read and hopefully relate to. here is a piece of work i wrote 7 years ago:

to you
i thought i might sit down and write to you
about how i’m feeling, how i am so blue.
i have a lot of free time now that you’re not around
what happened to the love i once thought i found?
you’re with some other girl now, i know i can see
but why would you do that and not tell me?
you’re leading me on like everything is fine
you’ve stolen my heart and i want back what’s mine.
what have i done to deserve all of this?
what we had together, i know you won’t miss.
you used to make me feel so beautiful, so sweet
like my life couldn’t get better, it couldn’t be beat.
but now all i feel is unhappiness and pain
i guess i could thank you for the strength i have gained.
you showed me a new world, but you took it away
i’m hoping and praying you’ll come back someday.
no, i don’t hope that, you’ll hurt me again
once more my heart will be left to mend.
now you have hurt me, it’s over and done
why did you once tell me i was “the one”?
you’re still hurting me now, why can’t you see?
that i know that you will break up with me.
my heart has been stomped on and flushed down the drain
i can’t take any of this, i’m going insane.
my vision is blurry, my mind is hazy
you think i’m some bitch and yes, i’m crazy
i’m crazy for caring and loving so much
why did i believe you loved me such?
knowing you don’t love me, if you knew, it kills
you can’t expect me to sit home and not take pills.
these pills help me keep my mind off of you
maybe i’ll get over you and find someone new.
i never knew you could hurt me so bad
i thought we were in love, i’d never be sad.
i’ll say it again, it’s over and done
i’ll let you believe this game you’ve won.
you’ve succeeded in stealing and breaking my heart
you’ll never think of me once we’re apart.
i wish i could explain exactly how i feel
but when it comes to you, my feelings aren’t real.
it wasn’t supposed to end up this way
i’m now concentrating on making it through the day.
so tell me what i’m supposed to do?
knowing you’ll leave me for someone new.
i’m sure she’s really pretty and she’s taking my place
soon you’ll block me out and only remember her face.
you say you’re moving to georgia, so why don’t you go?
and forget all the love i have tried to show.
forget that i was once a part of your life
forget that you promised me i’d be your wife.
you’re just another man who can’t commit
i’m sick of all this, i’m sick of your shit.
i’m scared to give you this poem, i know you won’t care
that you’ve brought me down and left me there.
but now i’m waiting on it all to be through
waiting on the words “i don’t love you”.
but now i must go, i cannot stay
i’ll always wonder if this has touched you in any way.
from me

The sun begins to set beyond the horizon
Blazing orange against the purple hazed sky
Watching the world change before me

This sun begins and ends my days
Daylight bestows upon my eyes the beauty of the earth
It warms and comforts me during its lovely light
It cools and soothes me as it slowly dims into the night
Showing me the beauty beyond this world

Praise you oh sun, I will wait for you in mourning
Fearful that I may never see you again
May God allow you to shine upon me at dawn’s light
And the morning fill me with hope, love, and laughter

Blue eyes…

olive tan…

you were the perfect man.

satin brown hair…

a mind like that of the writer Voltaire…

benevolent like a lamb

as fearless as a bear…

you’r an answer to my prayer…

But this just goes to show

that you don’t really know me

see me

hear me

or feel me

your a part of history now…

and to this I do vow…

my Blaze…

but you are only a mirage

of my mind

but comfort in you I do find…

You are a mirage…

But you are real to me.

And that’s all that really matters…

X End X

Its a poem about a girl who’s in love with an imaginary boy, but in the end the only thing that really matters is the love that she has for him, even if he isin’t real…because he’s real to her.

they are so short and simple, and the words are graceful and pretty, the imagery is wonderful and breathtaking,
ahh, to write a poem…

of course, not all poems are like that ;P