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i watch the poets write ther tunes their voices heard i want to write a poem thats good but i am a faliure im no good at anything i cant make my poems flow people say my poetry sucks
i watch the poets write ther tunes their voices heard i want to write a poem thats good but i am a faliure im no good at anything i cant make my poems flow people say my poetry sucks
Hate to let you goOur life till now has beenhigh drama in a showWe both have given up ontrying to make things right,all we do is fight,stuck in a hopeless plight.I wish you wouldn’t go
They are always there  Even when i can't see them I can sense them. Creeping around the outskirts of my conscience Venom seeping from their lips
I’ve been trying for weeks But I can’t seem to find it I’ve been biting my cheeks like the idea is inside them   But the blood starts to pool with its signature taste I feel like a fool,
I can see the rain a comin' fire in my eyes I can see the rain a comin'  baby no disquise with you. I can see your face when I'm alseep the words you never said rest heavy on my heart
She laid snugly in her bed as if she had nothing to do. She peered out her glass window
An infant, we are adored when we cry. A child, we get a stain of digust in some people's eyes. A teen,  we are wasted figures who speak too much of the mind. An adult,
If you want to be happy You must not be so fuzzy and have a smiley   Your spirit must be highly See your enemy like ugly and they may be rashly   You must sacrifice for your lovely
I rare met a man with a badge and a gun, Who deserved to wear it proudly or even at all, How dare such a man, act with crass and make puns, When he claims to protect and serve but laughs when you fall,
Dear Almost lover,    I'm writing this because I never got closure. It's been awhile since we've talked and I think it's time for a disclosure and I don't want to be mocked.   
My words are lost tonight. They are in your mouth, Because you always seem to win the arguments.
Some nights you lay in bed thinking about the bad things you've done. Other nights, you congratulate yourself for the good things you've done. No matter what people say, good and bad will always balance out each other. 
Dear Animals, You’re the problem in the world. You think that just because you can walk, talk, And have guns, makes you better than everyone else.
Dear past me,               He told you, so you thought               “I'm not good enough”               She said so, so you thought               “I look too fat in this dress”
I suppose I get too high on my lows. I suppose I too get stuck on those notes. Like so many others, they say it goes over. Many of those others try to appeal to one another. I suppose I can't really see no hope.
my baby he loves me so he tells me (you’re a chore) to break me open like a tidal wave and i will always return to him to this love       this is love
There’s no correct way To describe how I feel. There’s no place for rational thought, Making it all feel quite unreal.   It punches you in the gut;
You taught me to wait Because you said I love you back You taught me that it was okay to accept apologies When your actions were like a song stuck on a broken track.   Because I loved you  
Once upon a time, I was a princess I was a beauty who lived in a castle; I sang with the birds, spoke gracious words, But all the while found my stigma a hassle   There was a prince I was supposed to love,
And life That blessed mother  She has her favorites  She gifts the evil  And destroys the good  And you are the best of them  So when life keeps hitting you 
In the quiet hours before death. all men must come to terms with their lives. all the parts, and all the seasons. they must observe it, regret it, and be proud of it. depending on who you are,
A people so isolated in a culture of assimilation, A nation so apathetic to all of creation. When the eyes of the opressed weep beneath their boots, Crushed beneath a system of fascist roots.
My body is paper. I fold myself to what you need Scribble pretty words on myself So that you’ll think I’m Pretty Smart
Reaching out And reaching out. Help the helpless But I am the helpless. Standing out is too much Blending in is too little.
You scratch and growl With claws and teeth of steel Chest out, proud Smirking like the insolent beast you are   You push, you stomp, you pounce Asserting dominance wherever you can
The notion that one becomes a poet through others to me is strange I grew from artists composer those with words unnoticed sometimes you forget the roots of poetry being music 
Little music box please keep turning your all I have  and all I need. Please darling  I know you have been dropped  and left empy  but i promise to wind you up forever
    Can't you hear me, give me achance, hear my screaming, I'm begging you now. When did this happen? It happened so fast, one night you're winning, the next one you're smashed.
In the midst of chaos stands a lone rock. This rock doesn't waver nor does it speak. It just sits there, before the fray and watches. Everything around the  rock, leans forward
Do you view a sheet of paper. Like stone-craver. Views a block of granite. To a lot of folks. It just a block of granite. To the stone-craver. It is a beautiful thing.
I’d rather stare At fireworks in the evening, Than a dark tear
Is today a good day?  Just because the sun doesn't shine today, doesn't mean it isn't. The rain may bring a good day for someone who has a hard time finding fresh water.
You're a devil. You're a menace. No more love for you is your penance. You're irrational. You're belligerent. How stupid was I to think you were different?  
So you think you like it? But don’t you see? I’m no good for you. I lie and cheat. I drink and smoke The things you say Do not provoke For me to quite, To, “see the light”
When Tad Was a very shy Lad He gave it all he had And that was just too bad But at least he wasn't a Cad But that would of made him mad So for that he was glad And at least he can add
When nobody's home
In class the teacher asked
I thought about what it would be like Without you. I thought about how that would change me For flowers bloom and trees root With the beckoning of spring, And the chills of winter
The day is old, the day is new Tears that fall create much dew Darkness comes to take us all We stand together or we’ll fall Day is old, day is new   The light above grants a few
Can you feel my heart beat Out under the moonlight Can you see the Horizon As the sun begins to rise Can you Feel this love Right here you and I Can you be my one and only Can you be my forever
  The man who you are suppose to be able to trust and love turns out to be the one you have to look out for the most. The man who was suppose to love you and never hurt you turns out to be the one who can't be trusted.
 I Bet you don't know how some of us youths are trying Consistently attempting to filter  and rebirth the "already drugged" mind whose views are confined to material wealth, sex and guns
  I guess there was something about her  Something she posses that I didn't have  Or maybe it was your statements that I just couldn't grasp I know I wasn't the problem so why leave me blind 
There is such a thing  
I come from the blood on my father's hands I rise for the different people who don't love themselves I stand against the empty pots in homes all over I come from the violence of the streets
They tell me I'm proper, too proper than I need to be
Every child reaches the age  When their thoughts need no consent. When hearts twist and writhe, Simple encounters evoke torment.   Days pass as moments, Slipping through the tightest of grips;
Only one thing I know is true Bad things can happen to good people And good things can happen to bad people. Even reversed, it remains true.
  The Justice of wrong good             Breathe in deep             Sucking on black air             Deemed unworthy of the just
The fllwing poem is two Elizabethan sonnets placed back-to-back.     Evolution favors those most adept. It favors those with knowledge to move on. So while the giraffes with the short necks slept,
My opinions are right Anyone else's is stupid and aren't worth a second thought You’re stupid, I am smart You're wrong, oh so wrong
Our generation
Evil Eyes darkened a mischievous faceOn the other end so heavenly in its placeLike your favorite ice cream flavor wasting away in the hot sunSo innocent and pure until life had really begun
I've had excellent teachers in my time. Some with good looks Some with easy tests Some with interesting lectures. But you, you're different. I should have looked you up online to see how you were.
I look out the window at the quiet absence, In the stillness of a dull summer night, I smell the chlorine in my hair as I bite its frail ends. Its sunny color washed out by the moonlight,
I did something ready BAD I just hope nobody finds out about it It comes up  Now everybody is talking about it Spreading rumors Like they never did the same thing I laughed about it
Feelings, Emotions, the basis of our existence Tearing apart every piece of my weakened heart Though through all the pain I show no resistance
The use of integrity is nonexisting Constant insanity is approaching Harder and harder with the same outcome Darkness is blanketing the mind Evil is among us all around Litter and bodies lay on the ground
I'm completely amazed I mean how could i forget your warm touch, your deep enchanting gaze How we would would talk for hours and never get tired The way we were meant for each other Like we were wired
The nights are blue, as well as my shoe.  You make me ill i really must spillMy failure to keep my gpa strongYou must be upset the add's not goneThis has no rhyme but i hope i get a dime!
"Won't you reconsider?" He said with a smirk I try not to quiver, He catches a jerk of the wrist, just a twitch, but enough to reveal the nerves, now induced, by the thought of His work  
No, Mr Generic, you're not right. The answer is pi over four. Pi over four, can't you see? Stop telling me the answer is pi over three, Stop telling me you know what's correct.
Going to school with bruses, I had marks to last for two years, I always tried to fight through the confusion, but I knew I was just loosing. Just let it go. Moving from town to town,
im on play, watching everything move in a reverse. who said rewind was good? mistakes driven through again. who said rewind was bad? love being simulated across the globe.
Hi new friend Tell me how ya doin’ Very pleased to meet you My name is Influence Do you believe in me? I’m sure you don’t But I’ll show you some things Your parents won’t!
Habits Never Die   Promises. Broken. It's not a contract; you can renew. You say it once. You break it twice. Guilt has tainted you. No time to lament. It's done.
  They say that we should treasure what we have today, that we don’t know what tomorrow will bring. It could be life or death, good or bad or life changing.
mm this is sweet, amazing to eat and a total treat! I wonder what it could be? its yellow but its not my pee. Its long and hard this is tricky, but its got a peel wippi! can it be an eel? no.. definetaly not steel..
Being someone’s option is never a good feeling Hoping and praying to be someone’s one and only Just to be told that you were just a choice that wasn’t chosen It doesn’t feel too good
Just release the bad, Invite the good and you'll see A life meant to be
There was a butterfly Way up in the blue sky. Looking out the window I was able To see the beautiful world while sitting at the table. I had plenty of noodles in my bowl
I bet you don’t know the man he has become With all the lies spreading form his lungs What was branches are now roots We are but rotting fruits
Happiness Bliss Sadness Wretchedness One day this One day that Up and down In and out Want to be high Always low Good things come Good things go Bad things come
Bed Dreams Ah bed so soft and warm I love to jump and play In a feathery swarm Every night and day For a bed is a place that’s fun Now if only I actually had one.
Bad poetry is like stupid line breaks that drive you insane and make you want to puke. Bad poetry: is...schizophrenic--Punctuation. (that Kills "all" things good!
I don't need your pessimism. I don't need your false hope. I don't need your tears. I don't need your pain. I don't need your broken heart. I can do bad all by myself.
Why? Why are you so reserved? So many people have betrayed you, So you said not to be trustworthy. So many people have lied to you, So you said not to be honest. So many people have hurt you,
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