Your Own Poems

you can post your self made poems into here...

doesnt matter the length or the theme...
just post them up and let others comment on them


youre sure allowed to create your own thread fi you have already a whole collection of own poems

the only poem ive ever written

you can guess i was in a very deep mood when i wrote this

To thou i give a single rose
the rose of love and life could do
the rose of bloodshead, death and suffering to
the rose of wonder, joy and childhood
the rose that seems to be so simple
the rose that has seen the worlds most cynical
The rose is nothing but a tool
used to demote and give anew
a tool for which one can derive
many meanings for its size
it means love for passion and life
yet means death for thos that mourn
and yet it means innocence and glee
for all this and more one must think deep
let the rose petals fall and wonder
if it feels pain, or joy, or wonder
The pains of leaves pulling and racking, pains of petals falling and breaking.
The joy of summer sun shineing, giving life and nutrient plunders
wondering when the time will come to meet its fate
as one more tool for human race
To these moments that it holds
to know that is has bestowed
all but one thing can be said
a rose is not simple
and yet not complex
for it is what we make it seem
for nothing is ever
one or nothing
it is always a wonderous something
that leaves no answers at its door and yet allows for one to explore
seek out and find the treasured truth


what does this rose mean to thee?

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To live and breath within this day
to have a piece of cake and stay
to talk and ponder on these dreams
to stalk and wonder what it means
to dance the night away it gleams
the coat and dress, the couple waiting
receiving joy from tight embrace
allowing time to remain still
allowing time to give them news
and yet they break
to stare one another down and stake
the life of one that was to dream
the other seemed more then deamed
worthy for not ones worth to see
the play had been set and trap sprang
there was no moment between the two
only turmoil ensued
as war ragged and both partes knew
that one would preish befor the nights through
To allow there lives to continue
they had a choice.. destroy the wonder
the moment they shared was all a lie
and yet they felt for some small pipe
that if they had one moment left
let it be in twighlights embrace
allow the shadows to intertwine as the explosion sets and fires
boom there goes there life again
boom there goes there futures saved
boom there goes there greatest wishes
boom.. there goes... there greatest wishes
gone, no longer intertwined
the mess thats left to be mopped over
the mess that lives.. only to ponder, disrupt and intrigue
the mess that leaves a stainless streak