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Postby markh » Wed Feb 11, 2004 8:23 pm

As I am a poetry lover, I wondered if anyone had any particular favourites.

Here is one I wrote myself.

Looking out over Windermere lake
A look at my life I really do take
To see nature’s wonders at first hand
It gives me joy to live in this land

To see the mountains covered in snow
It makes me feel so small I know
Seeing the trees spread out on the hill
My heart with joy it does fill

Watching the birds soaring high
Make me want to be able to fly
So I could look down on this land
Compared to that my life is bland

So I thank God that I have sight
To see these wonders in such a light
Being thankful for what I have today
I am so lucky I have to say

Look forward to reading some of yours.
:D
Last edited by markh on Wed Feb 11, 2004 8:31 pm, edited 1 time in total.
When all things in life seem blue,
And there's nothing you can do,
There is One you can turn to,
His name is Jesus, He loves you.

Don't look before you leap, you'll only decide to sit down.
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Postby Mr.L » Wed Feb 11, 2004 8:30 pm

One i wrote hope you like it (btw Markh good stuff, post more)

Love is Cancer:

The disease she is
She has infected me
Spawns onto every cell of my heart
My doesnt fight
Maybe i want to be ill

The cure i cant take
The medicine of time
The vaccination of previous heartache
There is no cure, just pain

The parasite i was
The love i lived off
She removed me
I have no victim
no-one feed love off
And maybe give mine
I hunger
Im so hungry
I will die hungry

hope you like it :P
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Postby Enigma » Wed Feb 11, 2004 8:43 pm

Good stuff. Following is one of mine.

reason: to progress

not much has changed
but I'm not giving up yet
not much has changed
but there's still time don't forget

some things will change
so I'm not giving up yet
some things will change
so there's still reason to progress

something has changed
but it's not sorted yet
something has changed
but I'm still feeling upset

things will change
but it's not the end quite yet
things will change
but I'm still in a mess

some things have changed
so I'm not giving up yet
more things will change
so there's still reason to progress

© Copyright 2004 Lewis Henshall, Manchester, England.
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Postby Mr.L » Wed Feb 11, 2004 9:03 pm

Hey Enigma i like your poem =D>, have you got any more?

Heres another one of mine. About Self harming sorry if you dont understand it or anything, i jsut wrote it because i needed to at the time.

I cut to bleed
I cut to feel
Im not going to take this 'happiness' in a pill
You hate me?
Yer, well i hate you too

You think i want this?
You really do?
Well if you were me and i was you
I would hate myself too

The red lines of lust on my arms
The scar tatoos and marks of mental existence
The unknown reasons
Confusion and loss in self
The way i feel first thing in the morning
And last thing at night

Well, this is it
Me the piece of ' '
you refer to is going
in about 10 seconds or so
well nice to say goodbye to you
at least some people get a chance
Hope life loves you more than it did me
And i hope you will all be visiting me very soon
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Postby Enigma » Wed Feb 11, 2004 11:19 pm

Aww that's nice Mr.L, there's understanding in that poem. Thanks for removing the swear word too. Yes, I always have more (until I run out).

edge: losing grip

i feel i'm going to fall again
i need someone's hand to haul me up
i sway precariously
hanging, stuck
i see the danger below me
i want someone to stop me going down
i wait tentatively
suspended, trapped
set to lose my grip

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Postby mariamaria » Wed Feb 11, 2004 11:31 pm

Here's one of mine:

I sit up in my room
Music playing loud
And think back to the happy times
And bein part of the in crowd

I cant seem to feel pain anymore
So I see if I can hurt
I've tried dozens of times
With the blood drippin onto my shirt

My arms are a reminder
Which bear the scars
Of so many times of anger
That never seem to be far

I hate the way you look at me
You hate the way I look at you
The only way out is this
When I feel down or blue

I wonder if one day I'll die
Bleeding from the blade
Or will I survive?
And unfortunately be saved?

I want to end it all
And I want to die
This life I have been living
Has all been a lie

The hurt, the betrayal
The lies and the deceit
The loneliness, the emptyness
The blood dripping on my feet

As I cut myself
The blade slides in too deep
And a grin spreads on my face
As the blood begins to seep

I see the end a-coming
I see the end near
I see peace and tranquility
I see the end to all my fears
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Postby woopdecker » Thu Feb 12, 2004 6:17 pm

Hey, wrote this one ages ago. got LOADS more, so if ya want to read more, just ask.
But this has to be my favourite one of them all.

The Stolen Show
Behind my protective wall,
No one can see how i feel,
no one can see the effort i apply.
Behind my protective wall,
I get lost in the shadow
Darkness surrounding.
All alone,
No one here,
But my tears.
No one can save me now,
The shadow covers me.
Once a protective wall,
Now a protective blanket.
I drift from everyone,
everything.
I have no strength,
No voice of encouragment.
Eyes closing,
not much longer.
I stand and bow.
This was my show,
My last show,
Stolen from who else?
But the people i care for the most.


There ya go, another for ya. Now, what i mean by "show" is this: every morning when i wake up, i prepare myself for the day ahead, the show i put on to keep everyone thinking i'm happy, the fake smile, the fake mask, the show. Basically, the mask was broken by the people i care for most hurting me alot, with no strength left, i'm unable to keep the show going..
The end.
some people never listen. Others never try, with eyes and ears shut tight.. the world just passes them by.
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Postby mariamaria » Fri Feb 13, 2004 12:10 am

Thats brilliant, woopdecker :)
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Postby Enigma » Fri Feb 13, 2004 12:21 am

Here's a bit of a random one...

back: to zero

morning
start at zero
Adam
Billy
Charlie C
and Crazy Eddie
on a mission
having a blast
have a chat with Lucy and Tina
hug me
take liberties
get down
one on one
ram
thrust
i am back
get off
look at window
see stars
beam me up Scottie
good go
good stuff
double stacked
double stacked
the people
poison people
torn up
emotions snowballing
in my head
feel like a microdot
in a lightening flash
down and out
back to zero
evening

© Copyright 2004 Lewis Henshall, Manchester, England.

What could that possibly be about?
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Postby mariamaria » Fri Feb 13, 2004 12:22 am

LOL hmmmmmmm i wonder ;)
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Postby woopdecker » Fri Feb 13, 2004 4:59 pm

Thanks mariamaria :)

Nice twisty one for ya:
I'm the one

I'm the one you hold at night.
I'm the one that hurts you the most,
I'm the one that helped you grow stronger.
You're the one that broke down.

I'm the one who made you stand,
I'm the one you begged for helped.
I'm the one you speak to at night,
You're the one that broke down.

I'm the one you used for help,
I'm the one you that saved your life,
I'm the one you cry in front of night.
I'm quite simply, you're knife.
some people never listen. Others never try, with eyes and ears shut tight.. the world just passes them by.
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Postby markh » Fri Feb 13, 2004 9:25 pm

These poems are really from the heart, I'm impressed.
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Here's one I wrote this afernoon

LIFE IS FULL OF MANY CHOICES
OUTCOMES AND ENDINGS I CANNOT DISCERN
MAKING RIGHT ONES MY HEART REJOICES
MAKING WRONG ONES LESSONS TO LEARN

AS A CHILD NOT A CARE IN LIFE
I DID PLAY AND PLAY DAY AFTER DAY
NOW I’M OLDER LIFE IS FULL OF STRIFE
DECISIONS AND CHOICES TO MAKE ALL THE WAY

EXPERIENCE AND WISDOM CANNOT BE BOUGHT
THEY MUST BE EARNED BY DECIDING WHAT’S RIGHT
CONSIDERING ALL ANGLES IN DEEPEST THOUGHT
THE ONLY WAY TO REACH THAT HEIGHT

OVERCOMING LIFE’S HURDLES IS HARD
DEALING WITH SORROW AND PAIN
FROM THESE THINGS YOURSELF YOU SHOULD GUARD
EXPERIENCE AND WISDOM IS ALL YOU CAN GAIN
When all things in life seem blue,
And there's nothing you can do,
There is One you can turn to,
His name is Jesus, He loves you.

Don't look before you leap, you'll only decide to sit down.
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Postby Fidel » Fri Feb 13, 2004 10:45 pm

mmmm....... by Vladimir Bestchastnikh

Voices
Danger
oooh...........what did I hear?
Was it a bear?
No, there's no bears in Scotland
where are you? Why do you bother me?
You are like a Jehovah's witness with the nose of an Israeli
and hair like a German.
Like a big, ugly, fat lighthouse you stand by the sea
listening to the birds
Was it a bird? Was it my imagination? Was it the radio?
Why?
Why the questions?
Why do men have nipples?
Why do Latvians talk funny?
Thats a good one.
I don't like Latvia, it is vile
but fair Verona makes me smile
A pound of flesh you say?
No, I don't
That was the Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare
any good?
Not really, no
Am I talking to myself?
Well, it is a poem isn't it?
or is it.......



Copywrite - Vladimir Illyich Dmitryi Bestchastnikh
(even though you have to register copywrite)
2004
Намного лучше чем поэма загадки
Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me.
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Postby Enigma » Sat Feb 14, 2004 6:17 pm

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Postby SuicideBride » Mon Feb 23, 2004 4:29 pm

One of mine...

The corruption of society has ended,
The fragile shadow of confusion,
Instability,
Disgrace,
Distribution of sorrow,
The nothing bruised within,
Wanting the closure.

Mother's crying
Brother's dying
Friends are bleeding
They can't stop teasing

Political master of painful duties
Mourns for inspiration
Sat in a corner
Life is a gamble
My embryo tattered and torn
A prostitute to a time of change
A whore who despises herself

Wrists are numbing
Got rid of loving
Prozac disgusing
The whore is dispising

The tears of the nothing are weeping
Soaked only by the comfort of love
Emotion has suffocated me
I longed for all this is happiness
Purity
Goodness
Happiness
Life
Feeling guilty for the shame
Always remembering the pain

I've been weeping
Whilst he's been sleeping
3 weeks without cutting
Recreating the nothing
She's been falling
They've been calling
The nothing not lonely
The nothing is happy.
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