a scientist who is too busy to notice his son's depression / a steroid injection or twenty

A short poem depicting the internal struggles of a depressed and disheartened person crying out for help; especially from one person in particular. Many undertones of angst that aren't as emphasized from the words but are from reading between the lines.

Sometimes it's very difficult to look around at everything and not feel some impending empty future. Like it calls to you, and you can see the ruins of thousands of years of progress floating in the vacuum of space.

Short reflections and musings on life.

My baby daughter has become my greatest revelation of life.

I decided that I would have at least on summary that says absolutely nothing about what's behind the link.

It's really not that bad, there's Mummy, and Daddy, and Nessie, and Boogie... //speaker is a little girl

...She sees, she dreams of this world of pain.

First, their Hearts were sacrificed. A hundred of them. Then their Souls. A thousand of them. And then there was Chaos.

Poems about the beauty and ferocity of nature, Earth, and its inhabitants.

Something really random, but I actually like it. R&R please.

I forgot what it was like to swing To feel the rush of wind as you reach the sky And the falling grace that pulls you back... can't describe describes itself... comments please! comments are loved

You gently, tenderly pluck at the strings and make my chest sting with want... with want, no, with need.

Meaningless, meaningless poem, from fragments of my mind. I don't know if this poem is from my mind or memory, but it's something special to me.

Every compliment, critique, and kindness poured out upon me here has helped me grow more than I could ever hope to on my own. Without your encouragement and presence, I would not be as strong a poet as I am today. So thank you, to all of you.

I found this to be a fitting piece for both how I feel and the day, being the Fourth of July or rather our Independence Day. I hope that you are touched by my words, or that they move you. God bless.

A poem I wrote for my grandparents on their fiftieth anniversary.

We all play pretend; right now you're pretending that you don't. "I'm real" you insist, from behind your plastic mask

If you blow up a balloon with helium, it will fly. If you blow it up with your breath, it will die.

I worte this poem about the beauty of Goths

Recognize the anxiety and fear in his speech as he scrawls on the blood splattered pages. R&R

In a world that seems to get more screwed up with each passing moment, what is the meaning of salvation?

A little poem on human nature, please R&R!

Just as the title says

Just as the title says.

Random Shakespearean sonnet done at an ungodly hour. 'Tis a bit rough, and I welcome criticism.

just like the title says, the poem is about being a dreamer

That last moment as night becomes day...

This tribute is to Kourtney, my friend's sister, who at the age of only 9 died of an inoperable tumor on her brain stem. May she rest in peace and shine in heaven. WE LOVE AND MISS YOU KOURTNEY! please read and review. Also, it's published in a real book!

wandering into my mind

Saying goodbye is always hard.

This is a mimic of Shel Silverstein's poem Where the Sidewalk Ends. It describes the place between being awake and sleeping. Please reiview! I've sent this to contest and want to know it's chances!

I haven't written in a long time, this poem is about a story I'm writing.

Another assigned poem, our freestyle creative writing piece from last week. As it was being handed in to a teacher, i took fewer strides to make it as good as I might a normal poem, but I think it turned out worthy enough to go online.

[Natsu means summer in Japanese]...[Please R&R]

Poem.

A tribute to Raistlin Majere of the Dragonlance canon, forgive my ineptitude of poetry.

Basically the myth of endymion and selene in a poem incomplete Please read and review

Buddhist inspired poems and ramblings on life and happiness

Did this for Writer's Craft. Very lovely

For encouragement and to remind ourselves that there is always someone else to turn to.

a crown of thorns...

This poem was written almost immediately following the first real spiritual moment I ever had. It has feminist underpinnings, but is not antimale. It's just a short, sweet summation of my recent experiences.

When my tears drown your second chance, there shall be no second dove.

Just me recaping three times of day that seem the strongest

This poem makes sense in a way, without making sense.

Against the silken veil of night, a Queen shines eerily down...

One summer's day on Bluebird Farm

I love the rain and thunderstorms, and I've written quite a few poems about them. This is one of them. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

Pain masked in the form of stars

A poem about a man dying and falling in love with an Angel.

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we are treading water in the deep end of the silence.

Breaking piece by piece and underneath is the truth.

um just came to me, impulsive freewriting about how important words are to me

Destiny calls on billowed sails.

Just a short poem about the beautiful season Autumn.Hope you like!

My first haiku done in a middleschool literature class. It's simple, but enjoyable none the less.

About two creepy clown dolls my Mum used to own. Please Read And Review!

A poem inspired by the line Summer don't know me no more in the Gorillaz song El Manana. It was an interesting concept so I decided to flush it out. Purposefully devoid of emotion, let me know if it works. As always, thanks for the reviews and support!

Don't you ever wish life was like a fairy tale?

Based on the beloved 1977 children's novel by Katherine Paterson, recently made into a feature film now out on DVD! In this song, Jess tries to come to terms with his loss of and feelings for Leslie. I hope you like it! Please R&R

Just a simple poem about a traveler.

A pristine white. It’s sharp edges, yet graceful curves. Paper folded and creased, and folded again...

one of my few attempts at freestyle, let me know if it's anygood :

Rather morbid poetry about Isabella of France and my own selfpity. Partly in French. I review back!

This is probably my favourite poem that I wrote. Feedback?

I'll have you for me, just wait and see...One of my personal favorites.

Confusion, corruption, a train of thought destroyed...Meanings hidden between the lines, and something of a lie.

It's a bit of a darker poem. Written during school hours. Enjoy.

My first attempt at romance poetry. Fairly short. Please R&R!

To give myself up to the wind . . . [unsure of genre, please tell me if I should change it]

A poem about lies. Rather dark, but not particularly morbid.

Analyzing the situation at hand through three different perspectives.

A poem dedicated to those inner animals who are forever trapped inside.

A poem about water

Another debut poem from months of silence.

This is just something I did in advisory.I'm new here so any advice would be nice

We've all had bad days...and we've all had really bad days.

A prehumous tribute to the great man.

A fourteen line poem. Very windy.

A haiku about flowers: the gorgeous gift for a lover. R&R please.

A haiku about a rainbow. R&R please.

A poem about how the loss of a friend can change peoples' lives.

Mini Preview: Darkstin's a cold wood, a silent wood, and dark,There is no speck of light, not even a spark, The pines stand tall, the tallest in height, No one visits Darkstin Wood after night.[[R&R plse, its like a story in poetry form]]

Another short poem about the sunrising...

A short poem on dusk...

What we all do...in the night.

Just what the title says.

Tears are falling like vanity.

A song I doodled on my Geometry work...simple.

I'd only be your angel, painting it all for you.

I decided to put myself in the shoes of of all people the Devil... and this is what came out.

A lifetime guarantee

Have you been to the place where the departed call home? Where fresh flowers around found? And the lost souls rome?

Sometimes lamenting is a primitive thing..Reviews loved!

Fear rules man's existence... but not mine. Sonnet.

the rythm of such music makes me numb. but the bliss of eternal tune makes me hum.

i fly so high i forget im alive, i come back down then wish i would just drown...

I'm sorry

I wish you'd just die. I really, honestly do. [Written for a friend]

I was your rag doll.

The last battle between angels and demons

It's about an angel that falls to earth, even though she can never go back

Well, like the title it's about dreams

It was a terrifying nightmare...but was it real or not?

this is of a place where you may hide from the pain and sorrrow of the world...but be careful, lest you not return. please R&R!

A dedication to Matthew, my beautiful star...

When you think the night has seen your mind...

You butterfly, perched upon a cloud in strong winds.

I watched you, trapped in a single moment.

Four famous words are asked. How will she answer?

I'm not sure what I was aiming for with this poem but I am going to give this a try and see what you all think of it.

Esmera, look into the pool...

A free verse poetic tribute to the legendary Brett Farve.

Fantasy sonnet, Shakespearian style.

Self imprisonment. Trapped and alone. Locked inside one's own sorrows, regret, and bitterness. Please R&R, I would be happy to return the favor!

No mask to hide behind, to emotion known, just what you see and what is shown

Just something that came to me ... Hope you like it!

Will the murderer finally get what he deserves?

The story of the girl who wants to please, to be perfect, to be what everyone wants her to be.

I have no idea where this came from tonight, its really eerie. I just sat down and this is what was on the screen when I looked up again. Um... Enjoy?

A weird little couplet thing a wrote. It's kind of creepy.

This is from a recent experience, having to deal with a guy you love, love you for someone you're not. Writing the poem, made me sad all over again having to relive the experience. Do read and review!

about falling stars... but people as well

A small collection of poems of the Angels. I really do believe that the Angels speak to me.

War as seen, or rather felt by an oak tree. Reviews welcome!

Bit explanatory, no?

I am cold, dark, and lost. I am nothing. I am lifeless. No one can save me, except my angel of life. Please read and review! that was more of a preview...I am not that good at summaries for poems.

Just something I wrote in the spur of the moment as I watched a young couple in the mall

A collection of poems for the coldest and most beautiful and fragile of all seasons.

A poem I wrote one day when I was bored. It's about the descovery of love by two young lovers and the spread of that love.

Inspired by a black snail's shell.

Written for Creative Writing. It's a poem about George tooker's painting 'Government Bureau.'

This is just going to be a small collection of nature poems I thought of.

...and for that, they'll call her "witch" [i've always liked the evil stepmother]

My Angel of Mercy, why torture me so?

"When from the North a cold wind blows, sets out the little man. From up the ice an army grows, to guard his caravan."