| Leaky Luke 04.11.2006 08:43 |
I wrote this poem to my ex after we broke up, the reason I'm posting this is because I have to let it be shown to others. Regrets always come too late You close your eyes and fall asleep The pain she caused you is hurting you so deep Open your eyes to look and see Your dreams are becoming reality It’s not that she has never loved you But it doesn’t matter what you try to do You come to the conclusion The relationship you had wasn’t an illusion You loved her so much But you took a wrong turn You couldn’t handle the love as such Now you will see the love will forever burn Cause you did her wrong in so many ways You never were able to handle the lonely days When she was with you, you were scared to show The pain inside you, the pain she wanted to know You couldn’t tell her what happened in your mind Because you were a person who had yet to find The reason for all these frustrations And in the end, you couldn’t control the patience You let yourself go in a fight It all happened this long rainy night You said you would count till ten But after that you never said a word again She had enough of it She didn’t know a place in your heart where she would fit Once it was over you wanted to tell her that spot in your heart But you’re too late now, cause she already said you both would part Now you have remained friends But your heart is full of cuts and bends Cause you’re still longing for her kiss Before it’s over, you hardly know what you miss |
| Leaky Luke 04.11.2006 08:44 |
double post |
| Leaky Luke 04.11.2006 08:45 |
double post. |
| Sergei. 04.11.2006 08:57 |
I wrote a little diddy myself... not that it's good or anything. :P Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ''Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating ''Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, 'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. 'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, 'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as 'Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered 'Other friends have flown before - On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, 'Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Nev |
| Rick 04.11.2006 09:34 |
When did you break up, Thijs? It's a nice poem. Oh and since when are you from the UK? :-P |
| Serry... 04.11.2006 09:34 |
Girls are girls. Love sucks... |
| thomasquinn 32989 04.11.2006 10:29 |
The Asassinator: You can do better than AABB. |
| Bob The Shrek 04.11.2006 11:04 |
My break up poem is shorter: Aw, fuck it Who's next? |
| AspiringPhilosophe 04.11.2006 11:08 |
A simple poem, but simple is not always bad. It's very emotional...and beautiful. Yeah...love does suck. |
| blerp 04.11.2006 19:58 |
so i, i've got some news today! the little girl, that we all thought was good just got, juiced today! turnin' herself inside out runnin' wild, screamin' about oh yeah! fin. |
| Leaky Luke 05.11.2006 05:59 |
<font color=blue>Rick wrote: When did you break up, Thijs? It's a nice poem. Oh and since when are you from the UK? :-P4 days ago. |
| Leaky Luke 05.11.2006 05:59 |
<b><font color = "crimson"> ThomasQuinn wrote: The Asassinator: You can do better than AABB.I know... but I don't really pay attention to my writing skills once I put my pen on the paper. |
| thomasquinn 32989 05.11.2006 08:38 |
The Asassinator wrote:You should try. It's what sets apart a poet from an amateur.<b><font color = "crimson"> ThomasQuinn wrote: The Asassinator: You can do better than AABB.I know... but I don't really pay attention to my writing skills once I put my pen on the paper. |
| Rick 05.11.2006 10:04 |
The Asassinator wrote:Ouch, that hurts. I wish you the best of luck in this difficult period.<font color=blue>Rick wrote: When did you break up, Thijs? It's a nice poem. Oh and since when are you from the UK? :-P4 days ago. |
| Poo, again 06.11.2006 10:06 |
Now I will steal your poems and claim them as my own, like I normally do with all "my" artistic work. Fear me. |
| thomasquinn 32989 06.11.2006 10:38 |
<font color=pink>The Millionaire Waltzzz wrote: Now I will steal your poems and claim them as my own, like I normally do with all "my" artistic work. Fear me.More like: pity you. That's an extremely SAD thing to do, you know. |
| Leaky Luke 06.11.2006 11:23 |
Caspar I normally write like this, oh and millionaire_waltz.. go ahead and steal them.. my producer will be very happy to drag you to court so you can explain why you stole my poems under his name.. oops huh? An Angel Send me an angel Let the world show me her hand I’ve seen the world, I’ve seen it all I’ve flown in the air And I have been covered in sand Chorus: Thousands of years I’ve reigned Without even existing Thousands of years my people explained And all the people were listening Cry for the angel, cry for her soul Cause she will be dying For us she will go Her spirit will live on forever And so will mine It’s up to you to be clever And fight wars for me When I give the sign Chorus: Thousands of years later There’s a world without existence My people killed, killed by a traitor The people didn’t fight There was no resistance. |
| Leaky Luke 18.11.2006 20:10 |
This indicates how much I like school... lol School For years and years I’ve been going to school To act like a fool To be a moron to live by the rule But now I’ve had enough Going to fight back rough The teachers seems to laugh at me as I speak It makes me weak Feeling like a low life freak But I’ve had enough Going to fight back rough School is tearing my soul apart Ripping my heart inside out There is never a new start Picking your future is what it’s all About. They let you play as a kid without any fear But never come near Alcoholics drinking beer Never there when you’re in a fight Never knowing wrong from right Then they decide your knowledge with a test You’ll never be best It’s only a stupid test Never care about the person inside Never care what goes on in the person’s mind School is tearing my soul apart Ripping my heart inside out There is never a new start Picking your future is what it’s all About. Now it can also be a place to find real passion Like untouched perfection But it will always be a reflection As school is just a living hell But in the end it will all be over After the last ringing bell |
| deleted user 19.11.2006 15:50 |
I love your work,you know that.That first poem was unbelieveably touching!bravo! |
| Poo, again 19.11.2006 16:32 |
<b><font color = "crimson"> ThomasQuinn wrote:You know what's really sad? Um... er... poverty!<font color=pink>The Millionaire Waltzzz wrote: Now I will steal your poems and claim them as my own, like I normally do with all "my" artistic work. Fear me.More like: pity you. That's an extremely SAD thing to do, you know. |