poems

hey, I'm into writing poems, so I figured I'd start a poem thread. This is a poem called 'Real America'
I live in a country where you can't be sure
If your loved ones' lives are secure
We go to war and aren't told why,
So we know that everyday, another soldier dies
I wish people could be free
To go about life normally,
Without drugs, terror and hate,
Without violence and people that discriminate
I'm tired of drugs being sold in the park up the street
I'm tired of shootings blamed on music beats
We live in a day and age
Where t.v. is all about rage
Kids don't know right and wrong
Toddlers are wearing thongs
We have freedom to have our say,
But tabliods abuse it everyday
Two people loving each other is a sin
Athletes take drugs just to win
Lots of kids suffering from obesity
Everyday there's another big tradgedy
What happened to the America Washington dreamed of?
What happened to the America based on love?

post more poems here.

I didn't write this one......but got it from somewhere (I forgot where)

I got flowers today.
Today was no special day.
We had our first argument last night and he said a lot of cruel things that hurt me.
I know he was sorry and didn't mean the things he said because I got flowers today.

I got flowers today.
Today was no special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and choked me. It seemed like a nightmare but I woke up this morning bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry, I got flowers today.

I got flowers today.
Today was no special day.
Last night, he beat me up worse than any other time. I'm afraid of him and I'm scared to leave.
But I know he must be sorry, because I got flowers today.

I got flowers today.
Today was a special day, my funeral.
He finally killed me last night. If only I had left him before.
I wouldn't have gotten flowers today.

My favorite haiku:

She is a godess.
A godess who does porn films.
Jenna Jameson.

Man...what a sad poem A5A777. Btw how'd u get that clip in your avatar jimmer?

*~*~*Sarah*~*~*

My name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

Just a girl

your still like my friend
to that you have said
you would come if she called you
she says you're obsessed
that you cant handle it
then why do I just
step right out of it
you say when she plays
that it means nothing to you
but when she comes 'round
all you see is you know whom
this does not make me happy
to this i think you know
but you say you do not care
then stand away from there
if my feelings do not matter
then do not mind my way
I am just a girl with her heart in the way.


Say It


why do I want you here
why do I feel you with me
why do you act one and say another
when no on is around you show
you tell my friends that you like me
that you know that I love you
you only want to have fun
you know i want more
when i bring my girls around
before you play you ask
if i do not smile then you do not act
if my feelings mean so much
then why cant you just say it once?



Just thinking


i found you in my hate
only to know you dare
you say you never hate
you only did not care
now we have been
around for sometime
we show each other feeling
yet no one knows your mine
you always say no to being more
you alwats play around
i know you see the pain
when I spot the marks i have found
i want to have you be mine
but let you be somewhat free
but now i think
you're taking advantage of me.

those are pretty good trinityflame.....where did you find the ones that you didn't write? or do you know?

they were both forward emails from my friends.. the one about the child abuse is from a person called dark magician

i agree with a5a they are good trinflame!

Thank you both. I am trying to get more into my computer so that i can post them but also I write stories.

i write stories too, im doing one right now, i love writing. but my spelling is alot betta than it is when i post stuff!

The George W and Betty Lou Poem

Betty Lou was sixty-two
George was in his primaries
She killed
Her husband
(In Gun Barrel City, Texas)
George killed
Betty Lou
(In the run up to Super Tuesday)
She knew
Fear, poverty, beatings, hardship
Desperation
Desolation
Condemnation
Damnation
He knew
Which side his bread was buttered
She killed
One other man
He killed
One hundred and twenty-two
Her eyes
Filled with tears
His eyes were
Too small to see
His own reflection
This morning
Too small
For tears

smithfan, u earned ur hugoness with that poem

maybe i could start a story thread

Sleepy sleeps

Sleepy sleeps trough the night,
Drowsy, sleeps a sound sleep,
Sleepy sleeps trough the Life,
With a dream, he could not keep.

Sleeps away,
Far beyond
In a world made out of diamond.

Sleepy sleeps,
Not by need.
Sleeps of fear,
Fear to bread...

And so
Sleepy sleeps,
Trough the shadows
Of the day.
Sleepy knows
He will grow up,
But for now,
Sleepy sleeps
Fearing only, to wake up.

Should a dream
Be a stone,
Sleepy would a Castle be.
Should sleepy be a Dome,
Of stone the walls would shurely be.

Sleep Sleepy, in Your simple sleep. Sleep with a promisse of a World of sleep.So sound is the world, from who you are trying to sleep, that even your dreams, can't pull the world out of it's... sleep.

Tan ta rannnn I made this!