As Death Cab For Cutie says it: "I will follow you into the dark".

...haha

Random. Sonnet.

A collection of a bunch of short funny, dramatic, and weird poems. It starts with roses are red... you know how it goes. Please read and enjoy! .:Millie and Sarah:. *Post: Chapter 155* I know there's a lot, so just skip to the ones you like. Almost done!

God will never give you more than you can handle

Another poem about my ex.

God must have uncrossed our stars flinging them so far apart that even the foreign heavens of night we gaze upon, we see differently.

A man a his prison. The letter from a cursed storyteller. PS. Sorry for the lack of rhyme u.u

your words, like splinters, lodge under my skin. part of june's creative odyssey.

Something from my deviant art account. One thing I love about summer.

I want to find a new man," she says, "who speaks like a cipher."

The old order is not as Liberal as it would like us to think, the Government is ruined, but a Gold Eagle lights the way as a phoenix rising from the ashes. The British General Election is poetic verse... Reviews will be Returned!

My thoughts, bits of fluff that escaped from pillows, and general attempts to express life in words. Read it an' weep! or laugh or something .

A collection of short poems. "Look in my eyes I'll make you see, we're drifting aimlessly. Blind in a world of make believe." - Poets of the Fall.

“and then the lights went out and the stars rose and tangled themselves about the sky” - 'Orlando' by Virginia Woolf

Another attempt to get over writer's block.

A different perspective on a few fairy tales...

Does this make a difference between us?

Fearing that a special loved one is lost.

A man dancing with his dead bride.

Say hello to life.

First carmen figuratum piece.

Indecison, perhaps one of the greater demons that rest inside all our hearts.

don't you dare turn away

What is lost cannot be regained, these thoughts are what pass between the light of what is, and the dark of what never could be.

that's why there are spaces between your fingers

A very old poem inspired by Dead Can Dance's song "Host of the Seraphim." I hate this one.

A very old poem I wrote based off minimalism, which has never been my forte.

Oneshot. Just trying to capture the mood of jazz and Jupiter and long moonlit nights. Who knows? Read it, you just might like it.

to fill the void.

raving romantic. axe to grind.

i think i'm going to get myself another

silence is golden

It shall taste bittersweet.

About loss and love, and tricks of the mind. Inspired by Poe's "Haunted".

We fell out... and the price was great to pay.

Acrostic about my bird CJ. He's very annoying.

she is ever-lasting in her beauty and despair.

I need a video recorder that can fit into my head. T for intended May-December romance themes, older man/younger woman; however it is not obvious.

Love, angst, pathos complete with Austen quotes--What more could you want in romantic poetry? Truly I'm not as tortured as this makes me sound.

..it belongs to Dusk herself, transcendence incarnate.

in sincere

An Elizabethan Sonnet.

you search the wreckage of your bliss

as the song bleeds from his fingers

alive

The thrill of not quite touching, encapsulated in 150 words.

I was dreaming.

So here I sit..

Not really sure how to classify or describe this poem. It's about giving in to your imagination.

Love and its effects.

Life is about control. Who has it? Who doesn't? How to get it. The Venus Fly Trap controls all.

That moment of realisation I'm dreaming of.

A princess who is being held captive in her own home worries about her lover coming to rescue her.

unlove

Seasons of the mortal heart. Written looking back on years of love, now gone.

Waiting seems forever...

Inspired by the movie: Tuck Everlasting. Amazing movie by the way. I wanted to write lyrics. So here it is. :D

is indeed a pretty thing.

a haiku about the loneliness of love

Written 08'

Again, as it couldn't be different, it's for her... Just a declaration of love.

the poem i wrote and how i felt when my boyfriend of one year broke up with me

my mystery dream man, playing the piano, my favourite instrument.

Forever together, together forever.

Hard to explain. Almost Spiritual.

Something I came up while listning to Regina Skeptor's "Blue Lips"

I offered her everything I had and every thing I was, but she just couldn't share. Shorty-short.

It could be e demon.

Sad, yes. r&r

I woke up a red morning. It was just another Saturday. Removed.

Forsaken to be together, yet destined to be held together.

This author's opinion on how love works in our modern society.

I do, but you're not...

when they said that love is fated, and never was yours...

How do I love thee, let me express the ways through grammar, math, science, band, choir, geography, physics, computers, history, literature, the Internet, and MORE!

You told me you didn’t want to break my heart… You’ll be happy to know, you haven’t broken it. But now it lies in my chest, torn into smaller and ever smaller pieces.

About a fight and who should be blame...

We were too bored in class, so she started the first stanza and i sum it up....

Some random idea from cupid...

You said everything, but not the three love words.

We are two snowflakes. We are destined to fall. We are destined to melt.

I sometimes have to edit my dreams when I relay their craziness to my friends.

But that's okay, my heart will ache/ My body, dead to the nerve... R&R please. Reviews will be returned.

defintions please.

A poem dedicated to my special someone. I really love this poem. R&R if you please.

Inspired by a lovely friend of mine whose currently become something more.

the postcard lost in the airmail & swallowed by the seas stretched across the canvas below the isle of man – or, as the incomprehensible, but indistinguishably, phonetically capturing language reads: i love man.

Promises to the person that you love

Can you feel my heart racing - forever chasing yours

self explanatory, me thinks

A poem about how words can forever ruin a seemingly perfect relationship. Words that can pierce right through a heart and break up two people who were once in love.

love

The night sky is beautiful to behold, it provided me with this...enjoy.

Forever you...

It didn't last as long as it should have. But at the time, it was enough.

This is a poem about God, and stuff assosiciated with him hu knws hope you will like it. and please review thx bible refs in NKJV and KJV

my first majorly religion-based poem

Love doesn't need a thesaurus to say "I love you." But what of all the times it shied away? Extremely short; title taken from a line in Anne of Green Gables.

Because when you gliding, magic resides, in you.

A tale told in 5 hikus.

Just a collection of some poems that I wrote for my English class. They're not the most brilliant works of mine but, oh well. R&R!

Blades, Blood, and Christ. R&R please, all reviews will be returned.

God always answers our prayers, though usually not in a way we expect and often not in a way we even notice.

Each chapter is a sonnet I wrote. The dates on which they were completed are included.

Love.

to fly without wings.

Still working on a better title, so suggestions welcome.Also, this is a bit random but let me know what you think, R&R please

Because I get sappy when I'm in love... If you've ever liked someone so much their presence fills your mind and you find yourself smiling whenever you think about them you will understand.

My attempt at putting some of my confused feelings into a poem.

On compare souvent l'Amour avec les saisons. J'y ai fait la mienne. Je n'y rime pas toujours, mais je le considère poème quand même.

my response to a carpe diem poem

It's about time that somebody made a vampire parody! Co-written with my bro: GriffinKnight77.

Un jour, j'ai rencontré cette charmante jeune fille à l'apparence de rêve. Elle m'a inspiré cette petite histoire que j'ai décidé d'écrire sous forme d'un poème rimé.

I think my shortest, but one of my favorites. Find the meaning again! Bet you won t get it.

I'm a little confused about who I really am at the moment, so this is my thoughts.. kind of... Please R&R I need some encouragement.

You are just the hunter, and I am the prey. R&R please. Reviews will be returned.

The perfect presence.

I hope you get the meaning of this poem. Please think about it; It's important.

If you review mine Ill review yours.

I'd always close my door so people wouldn't see my despair. But would they see it anyway?

I can let you go, and I won't look back. R&R please. All reviews will be returned.

I'm not quite sure about the title.

God, were we not in love.

without dreams, we have nothing. dreams are the propellers to the airplane that gets us flying through life.

poems about the 1st wedding dance as husband and wife from the wife's pespective...and other 1sts for a wife and husband on their path of marriage

Even fairy tale princesses can be rejected.

Everyone dies. Every civilization falls. Everyone seems to make the same mistakes. Is history not our best teacher?

we write from outside our conscousness, dictated by forces beyond just our mind

litter the earth with jagged pieces, close your eyes and find where peace is, let the dirt swallow and chew

A random semi love poem

A very short, four line poem. It is short, but very true. Please review and God Bless!

stark and silent with longing

You close your eyes and all you see is blood...

Reborn in the nightmare, here.

Isn't this what life should be?

will have to wait.

Made Me Stronger. Rated M for Mature Themes

Sometimes I wonder if dreaming is really worth it. Inspired by the style of e. e. cummings. Old.

Death or something bad is always lurking in the shadows for us....

A prayer to myself.

There must be a problem in paradise.

A pseudo parody ish poem on what a bad poem looks like, written on a suger high and enjoying it.

Finding God

just some thoughts on OMG, atheists, and Jesus.

A poem dedicated to the women who are victims of domestic violence.

she has nothing, and she wants more....better than it sounds..

I wrote this poem when I discovered I was going blind, and will eventually lose my sight altogether. This poem is about how I felt.

Three colours/shades that fascinate me - white, black, red. A poem about them, and what they mean to me.

A poem telling the story of the fall of Eve after the devil manipulated her into taking a bite of the forbidden fruit grown from the tree of life.

just because you're messing up your life...

Poeam that I wrote

A poem about how I sometimes feel when people tell me what a nice guy I am. It goes along with my recurring theme of fighting against myself.

One night, as I sat alone, a voice spoke to me out of the dark. This is exactly what she said, as she said it. Writing it down took less than a minute: understanding it has taken years.

A little love-poem. A sonnet I wrote in Year 10 for English class, in iambic pentameter. Please R&R!

Description of my life.

this is apoem i came up with when i was trying to get asleep, hope you enjoy!

Don't lose hope!

The carpet was white. Now a pretty red. Like a maidens blush. On a painters easel.

this was me a couple months, except god speaking

A poem that originally started as lyrics for my Christian band, Transformed Not Conformed. Shows an undying love for the Lord.

Should I let myself continue slipping down the wrong path, or should I take control? Should I let the softly burning fire roar up inside me and consume once more? Should I let my fire within burn brightly outside as well as inside?

The feelings and emotions felt when a deep hatred and anger runs through the soul.

Despite your efforts to hurt me I will rise.

But you're just a diamond in the rough.

waltz across my skin. please review.

A depressing poem I wrote while listening to Three Days Grace the other day. Review!

eine ganz normale liebe.. fast

A poem of warning.

Noticed this beautiful creature one night on the streets of Dnepropetrovs'k. Had to write something about her.

One big, long metaphor for a girl that I know. Hard to explain she just seems so cold. R&R, enjoy.

sing a song.

it's exactly what it says it is.

A poem about real poetry.

what I am thankful for

A collection of haikus on sorrow, regret and grief.

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Spring's flowers

Well, a fine mess I've landed myself into.

A few words to God,

Young, already she was blessed and empowered, she the exotic one other among fake westernized girls.

Not a real haiku... PG for one word... dunno where it came from

His beauty