These are the most recent submissions tagged with “Poetry”.

tigarooo

Hidden Voice

sandrao

The Itch

i tried to relate that sometimes annoying feeling am sure we all get, before we bring stuff out of our heads onto paper lol...enjoY :)

polaris213

Never Alone

Tonight I got the strange urge to write poetry. Something I have never done before. I like it for a starter. Can anyone give me any feedback on it?

sstrick

Spare me

Why? why did I have to die in your eyes? Am I nothing to spare, or a spare? Like a key, That simply. I Can not compare an you, I dare. Stroking your fingers threw her hair, touching her bare. looking inside, lost in the moment, thought that was me for a moment. Back to relize, i'm outside. But inside I, awakes a demon here for your sake. Our love thrives, sex as desired. Love has died. Knifes In the kitchen, walk in an I mention. Denied, Looking lie's straight in it's eye's. Wait for the moment, The perfect time. Him wanting what only he desries. Handcuffs, foreplay, fully flamed. house is on fire. If anyone shall ask me, yes I do have the spare key. But there's no need to renter that door entry. Till death do us part, but no one told him it be this hot.

feelmyheartpulse

Sarah

Urgh no description just needed venting

witch_doctor_sakajawea

Orchard

I'm quite proud of this...

dontfightit

Stars.and.time.

original poem.

dontfightit

Red.rose.

contrasting poem - love and hate.

song794

I Wish

dark_soul

The Distraction

Something I wrote about a week and a half ago to let out some things rattling in my head.

dark_soul

Who's Insane?

Just something I wrote a few days ago.. I have a tendency for being a bit on the depressed side and it inspires me to write and draw. So here something that resulted from such inspiration. So this is my first posted work. It's rhyming poetry.

good_girl

Wake Up

I wrote this one day when i was really bored and had nothing to do.

good_girl

No Him

I wrote this after the one guy i have always loved left me. And we both have scisaphranea that is hard to work past sometimes.

thesilentman

I am but a boy.

I'm not an experienced writer, nor do I pretend to be. This is my first poem ever, I do not count trash from school. You may also find this to be trash. But I assure you it's from the heart. I welcome your comments, but need them I do not. This was wrote in ten minutes. But I felt it had to be read, by someone, by anyone, by you. I am but a boy.

blackconverse

Ink

i don't know

bestoflast

Through Thunderstorms and Shadows

The after math of my emotions and thoughts after the break up with her dark and depressing just like my mood...

crimsonwine

Undying

what can make you immortal?

witch_doctor_sakajawea

Ticking Clock

Reflecting on somethings I've written before.

hpfan9

Kite

The best part of me was always you.

writer_extrodinair_

Counting Down

This is a four part poem about a little girl who lost her aunt at age 9 and was to young to understand what was really going on. Its a true story. I can't tell you anymore or I'll spoil it. Feel free to comment and tell me what i can do to improve the poem/my writing. One last thing, excuse any typos. Enjoy.