Oficial great poem thread, post your poems!

1.

I remember when I was little.
The days were long.
I remember that adults would always say,
lifes to short.
As I child I never understood that.
It always seemed like life would never hurry up
and skip to the good parts.
But after awhile,
I realized,

Everything in life is precous,
the good times
the shitty times
the dangerous times
and even the ones where
we would piss ourselves
laughing so hard.

And I think once u accually realize this
u can finnally
call yourself an
adult.

Suicide isn't an answer to anything so don't ever do it.

2.

For some reason,
I feel old.
Aren't I supposed to feel like this
when I'm 20?
or 30?
or 40?

Now that I'm 13,
almost 14,
it feels like
everythings just
running past me.

Its all going bye so fast.
Like the wind.

And then.
Every once in a while,
an arrow flys past us.
Its a risk in life.
We either challenge it
head on
or dodge it.

When we dodge it.
We lose that chance
to be something
more than ordinary.

thats why so many of us
end up being
just an average person
an average spec
on a world of billions.

We never take a chance.
We never take a chance at a dream
or a big break.

so forever
many of us
will be forgotten
when a hundred years has passed

Don't be ordinary.
Be extrordinary.
Once u realize this,
your more than average,
wether you become something or not.

3.

And then another question comes up.
Why are we here?
To make a difference?
But what differnce is that?

And then I think so hard about it
that I just get confused.

Though
this is a message
I can't answer
Its something
that keeps us going
gives us a reason
to survive
and live on
wether in doubt
or truth.



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By Stance Punk
He always loved her.
He wonders if he loved her too much
He knew at the back of his mind it would be the death of him.

He left for destiny.
He knew whatever happened on the trip would make him be what he will be for eternity.
He traveled great distanced for the person he loved
This is the downfall of him as he falls into eternity.

As he left everything behind, he looked to the future.
He grasped something in his hand and put it in his pocket.
He got onto the plane and rested his head against the glass window
He had dreams running through his mind of how his life would change
The plane has landed and he was awake. He walked off the plan eagerly.
He was totally lost but he left the airport and made his way to a city.
He was wandering the streets wondering where to go when there were people waiting for him.
Those people quickly pounced on him and hurt him badly.
He didn't go to the hospital bcuz he didn't hav enough money.
He slept that night outside as it snowed under a light in an alley, all bruised and beaten.
He had his hood up and his body was numb. All he could think about was her. He kept thinking about how much she loved her.
As morning came, he looked at his reflection and he looked terrible.
He went through the streets again with his hood up so no one can see him.
It's was very early. He walked in front of this school and remembered that the love of his life would be there in hours.
He waited there as school buses came and went, dropping off kids.
He still had his hood up but he had all his senses to the highest level they can be. His sight, and his hearing.
He was wandering around the people there until he heard the name of the love of his life and he quickly turned his head in the direction.
To his shock, she was in the arms of another man.
His senses shut down.
His hearing shut down.
He looked at her and the guy with her.
He finally heard a sound. It was a familiar sound.
He turned his head to the direction of where the sound was and his eyes were focused on one thing.
The sound he heard was of a gun.
The gun fired as soon as his face showed.
The bullet hit his face and he fell to his knees.
He looked at the love of his life as he fell and the last words were "I Love You"
He was lying on the snow with blood everywhere.
The shooter ran and he was from the group of people that attacked him before.
Eventually paramedics and ambulences got there and rushed him into the ambulence.
In the ambulence he stared blankly into the air.
He reached for what was in his pocket.
One of the paramedics put it in his hand.
It was a small box.
He crushed the box in his hand.
Paramedics are trying to keep him alive but they couldn't do too much to help.
He died in the ambulence with the small box in his hand.
A paramedic opened the box and found a ring.
The paramedic looked at it intently and found something on it.
It was engraved "I Love You"
The paramedic placed the gift back in his hand and took him away into the hospital.
The love of the dead boy's life lived on like nothing happened. She had someone else.
He was buried along with the gifted intended for the girl.

Wow. That's deep. Here are my responses. *Activates a scroll Konohamaru style*

The super awesome raseng's thoughts:
You misspelled a few things, but overall, pretty good. I always knew she had talent.

At least she kept some of that familiar personality that she freely expresses here.

The newb, but improving gama's thoughts:
Please change your profile back, Admin. It's dead!

Right. My opinion... You're almost 14? Hmm..... (Before I go further, I'm getting very influenced by the Naruto series about... everything.)

#1: All of that is true, but you can still look forward to the past as well as the future! Think about what did and will go wrong in life, and make sure it doesn't happen again (in most cases). It may not feel like it, but you're still young!

#2: You covered that one pretty good. It's like my last response was wasted space. But as long as you followed through the manga and anime. And are a true Naruto fan, remember this at all times: "Dattebayo!"

#3: That was pretty Naruto/Gaara based. Kinda self-explanatory.


And I am done! If I wasn't supposed to judge it or even reply, just erase this, and I'll pm it to her.

That poem wasn't influenced by naruto at all, it just spilled out.

And as hard as it is for me to say this to Raseng i will say it anyway,

Thank You

Admin, Well, I didn't think you were gonna post that, esspecilly, cus u aint the surpriseing type of person. But thankies to, you too. XD

Oh yeah, Raseng, his profile, isn't DEAD. Its just fine. Leave him alone for gods sake. lol.

well, for the bst poem iever heard, i wanted to post the poem....

Its that good? I didn't think it was THAT good.

It's amazing. Very well written. (And very true.)

x

Nice poem lee

Ooooooooooooo wooooooooooooooooooooooooow leeeeee thats awwwwsomeeeeee!

Yeah, ummmm.....I made this when I was in study hall. I was bored. and ummmmm.........yeah. Uh here I go. My friend Sarah laughed her ass off when she read it and declared, YOU ARE OFFICIALLY A WHITE RAPPER!!!!

And to people who don't know, the guy i'm talking about in this poem/rap stalks my friend so, just sayin that so it makes more sense.

EVeryones out to get her.
Do you see them?
Their eyes.
Their faces.
Their cold blank stairs that have been let loose.
Their Cold hard fists pumpoing through the roofs.

Its Ironic.
At times like this you stare.
But you know better cus your moms the fucking mayor.
Don't send people up to her fucking stairs.
On nights.
When were already scared for out lives.
YOu do nothing but make our fears come alive.

So much hatred
in your eyes
your fist
yet still
you follow
you annoy
you lie
I can't
beleive
You do this stupid shit.
Nuttin good will come from it.

i got nuttin left to say to our sorry ass.
But still
writeing this rap makes the time pass.
All I hope for now is that you
don't sass me back.

All I have to say is I can't wait to be a mod, so I can start taking out those swears... That and I didn't feel like thinking about it, so I'll just grade it 'A-'.

D*** man, dats all u got to say? *b**** slaps.* lol

I can't get away from her
She's always there.
Clinging to my side,
like a blood hungry tick.

Keep your friends close,
enemies closers.

Judgemental I am,
a mothafucka with a hell of story to tell.

You call me, an asshole,
I laugh and say,
that I am.

Someone calls you a bitch,
you leash out in anger,
and give em a fucking bloody eye.

Who's the weak one now?
I hear the thoughts of the shit spreaders and shit talkers.
I smile, knowing it'll never get em anywhere.

Your fists are like brass,
Your head is like an ass,
the knowelege flys past.

Who's the ignorant motha fucka now?

You kill with your fists.
I kill with glares of death,
that scare the liveing shit,
out of the average prep.

I don't need to live my life in your shadows.
I'm above you now.
In knowelege
in health
in class.

I don't start shit,
I solve it.
i talk shit,
not spread it.
If blow something up,
i clean it up.
If you do the same,
you walk away.

The glare of an American goth is upon you.
Trust has been taken from you.
It will never be given back.
I hold it in my hand.
Ashamed i gave it away in the first place.
No tears stream from my white face.
Like a man, I am dry as a desert.
I show no weakness.
My eyes remain dry from a past I can not tame nor name.


Anybody understand what that one was about?

Yes. You told me...

the best poems lee has wrote was the first one posted. and these:

Memories,

of an old place,

cloud my mind.

Old friends,

drift away.

New ones,

cling on.

And stay by my side,

with a smile on their faces.

I cling on to both worlds.

But the new one

hordes attention.

I'm starting to let go of the old one.

and not even care.

I can't have it both ways.

I am torn.

As the old one drifts away,

farther and farther.

I can see,

they don't care,

anymore.

So why should i?





Winter clamps its cold hard hands against my waist.

Sucking the warmth from within me.

I feel myself deteoroateing.

Soon, the leaves will change colors,

and decay.

The animals, flowers, and, grass will be no more.

Soon, we'll all be oh so cold and so sore.

There is no happiness in the cold dark of a winters night.

Nothing warm to hold dear and love.

While others celebrate in merriment,

I shrink in the shadows of depression,

holding my head high,

still hopeing,

for the death of this wretched winters curse.

The flowers of spring bloom,

my eyes open,

winters dead,

and I'm back.

Its time to party.

While the sun still has dominion over the clear blue sky.

I lift my head from depresssions grasp,

through my brown locks I can see it,

there are no limits in life.

Allison the Cutter

By: me

dedication to: Stance, cus i loves him. *hugs Stance plushi*

I wrote this for a class.


Allison sits outside her castle window. She looks down to her people. She see’s only a few children playing outside. It’s a cold night. One where the wind howls bye, whipping at your skin like ice against fire.
An old woman, probably the children’s grandmother, comes outside and gathers the children into what looked to be a warm and inviting home. Oh how Allison envied the young group of children. True, she had all the money she could ever want, and soon she would have all the power she could ever imagine. But, she never truly would ever have what she wanted. She wanted a family. She wanted to be with the one she truly loved.

No one ever really loved her, and the one she loved, was to far away for her to reach. She takes out a knife.

1, cut

2, cut

3, cut

4, cut

5, cut

“He’s only a servant. I could never marry him. I can only love him from a distance.”

6, cut

7, cut

8, cut

9 cut

10 cut

“He would never love me anyway, I’m sure there are harlots here he’d rather be with.”

11, cut

12, cut

13, cut

14, cut

15, cut

“Ignore the pain, you’ll find peace with him in death.”

16, cut

17, cut

18, cut

19, cut

20, cut.

“The pain has become addicting, like his smile.”

21, cut.

22, cut.

23, cut.

“Just one kiss would mean so much to me.”

24, cut.

25, cut.

“I wish I could feel the touch of his skin, just one time.

26, cut.

27, cut

She places the knife to her throat.

“Oh please Charles, forgive me.”

28, cut.

The last cut.

The snow falls onto her body, healing the cuts she forced onto herself. Her lifeless emerald eyes see no more pain, only happiness. Her dead body has on it, no cuts, only a smile. Something rarely ever seen on this princess’s face.

Yep, That's an emo story.

Uh, huh... I thought it was a short story. Umm... B-.

It was a short story.

lol. I'm gonna dedicate it to Stance. Why? Cus he's my favoreite emo. ^_^

Lee wrote:

It was a short story.

lol. I'm gonna dedicate it to Stance. Why? Cus he's my favoreite emo. ^_^

Thank you.

(//_^)

nice poem

Stance Punk wrote:

Lee wrote:

It was a short story.

lol. I'm gonna dedicate it to Stance. Why? Cus he's my favoreite emo. ^_^

Thank you.

(//_^)

2.

Quote :

nice poem

IT WAS A STORY!!! But the others were poems.

Lee wrote:

Allison the Cutter

By: me

dedication to: Stance, cus i loves him. *hugs Stance plushi*

I wrote this for a class.


Allison sits outside her castle window. She looks down to her people. She see’s only a few children playing outside. It’s a cold night. One where the wind howls bye, whipping at your skin like ice against fire.
An old woman, probably the children’s grandmother, comes outside and gathers the children into what looked to be a warm and inviting home. Oh how Allison envied the young group of children. True, she had all the money she could ever want, and soon she would have all the power she could ever imagine. But, she never truly would ever have what she wanted. She wanted a family. She wanted to be with the one she truly loved.

No one ever really loved her, and the one she loved, was to far away for her to reach. She takes out a knife.

1, cut

2, cut

3, cut

4, cut

5, cut

“He’s only a servant. I could never marry him. I can only love him from a distance.”

6, cut

7, cut

8, cut

9 cut

10 cut

“He would never love me anyway, I’m sure there are harlots here he’d rather be with.”

11, cut

12, cut

13, cut

14, cut

15, cut

“Ignore the pain, you’ll find peace with him in death.”

16, cut

17, cut

18, cut

19, cut

20, cut.

“The pain has become addicting, like his smile.”

21, cut.

22, cut.

23, cut.

“Just one kiss would mean so much to me.”

24, cut.

25, cut.

“I wish I could feel the touch of his skin, just one time.

26, cut.

27, cut

She places the knife to her throat.

“Oh please Charles, forgive me.”

28, cut.

The last cut.

The snow falls onto her body, healing the cuts she forced onto herself. Her lifeless emerald eyes see no more pain, only happiness. Her dead body has on it, no cuts, only a smile. Something rarely ever seen on this princess’s face.

I GOT FEEDBACK FROM MY TEACHER.

She said it was so morbid, she almost couldn't read it. ^_^ She said she felt nausiated after reading it. i got a 95% on it. ^______^

I believe you...

I like ur little short story.

He always loved her.
He wonders if he loved her too much
He knew at the back of his mind it would be the death of him.

He left for destiny.
He knew whatever happened on the trip would make him be what he will be for eternity.
He traveled great distanced for the person he loved
This is the downfall of him as he falls into eternity.

As he left everything behind, he looked to the future.
He grasped something in his hand and put it in his pocket.
He got onto the plane and rested his head against the glass window
He had dreams running through his mind of how his life would change
The plane has landed and he was awake. He walked off the plan eagerly.
He was totally lost but he left the airport and made his way to a city.
He was wandering the streets wondering where to go when there were people waiting for him.
Those people quickly pounced on him and hurt him badly.
He didn't go to the hospital bcuz he didn't hav enough money.
He slept that night outside as it snowed under a light in an alley, all bruised and beaten.
He had his hood up and his body was numb. All he could think about was her. He kept thinking about how much she loved her.
As morning came, he looked at his reflection and he looked terrible.
He went through the streets again with his hood up so no one can see him.
It's was very early. He walked in front of this school and remembered that the love of his life would be there in hours.
He waited there as school buses came and went, dropping off kids.
He still had his hood up but he had all his senses to the highest level they can be. His sight, and his hearing.
He was wandering around the people there until he heard the name of the love of his life and he quickly turned his head in the direction.
To his shock, she was in the arms of another man.
His senses shut down.
His hearing shut down.
He looked at her and the guy with her.
He finally heard a sound. It was a familiar sound.
He turned his head to the direction of where the sound was and his eyes were focused on one thing.
The sound he heard was of a gun.
The gun fired as soon as his face showed.
The bullet hit his face and he fell to his knees.
He looked at the love of his life as he fell and the last words were "I Love You"
He was lying on the snow with blood everywhere.
The shooter ran and he was from the group of people that attacked him before.
Eventually paramedics and ambulences got there and rushed him into the ambulence.
In the ambulence he stared blankly into the air.
He reached for what was in his pocket.
One of the paramedics put it in his hand.
It was a small box.
He crushed the box in his hand.
Paramedics are trying to keep him alive but they couldn't do too much to help.
He died in the ambulence with the small box in his hand.
A paramedic opened the box and found a ring.
The paramedic looked at it intently and found something on it.
It was engraved "I Love You"
The paramedic placed the gift back in his hand and took him away into the hospital.
The love of the dead boy's life lived on like nothing happened. She had someone else.
He was buried along with the gifted intended for the girl.