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A poem...I hate the way you smile at me
And tell me what to do.
I hate the way you manipulate me
And never say anything true

I hate the way you talked about me-
Always behind my back.
I hate the way you laughed at me.
It turned my whole world black.

I hate the way you act to me
So pathetic, cruel and mean
You turn my world upside down.
And make nothing the way it seems

I hate the way you treat me.
It's like you're digging my grave
But most of all I hate the way
That you never, ever forgave...

This Be A PoemTo live in death
To run away
We all depart
No way to stay

Pictures fade
But memories stay
No need to be saddened
We want it this way

Our time to leave
Is not always the same
As what you want it to be
There's just no one to blame

Better to live on in sadness
Have a ghost chase away all your fears
A death with a hundered sad faces
Is better than one with no tears

poemToday I cried a painful tear
for the world that's falling apart.
The violence and the terrible ways,
I wish people would have heart.
The people of the world today,
It's obvious they just don't care.
The worlds too busy thinking of themselves,
They're really not aware!
The world is going very fast,
Please hear the words I say.
With a prayer, and some love, and little luck…
We might shape up someday.
I have a message to the world
The only answer I see
The way to keep our world alive,
Is to think more of WE …..than ME!

This PoemThis poem is lame; This poem is strange.
It's boring; It's stupid; It wont get me fame.

This poem is red; This poem is green.
This poem is all of the colours not in-between.

Thispoemisshort; T h i s p o e m i s l o n g.
It's entertaining; It's weak; It's strong.

Why are you reading? Why don't you write?
Why not put pen to paper. Make it dark; Make it bright!

Were my words that important that you'd continue to read as I write?
It's activity to pass the unbearable night.

Fight through th

another stupid love poemRoses are red
And violets are blue
But words can’t express
How much I love you

So here is my heart
Do with it what you will
I’ll be your paper
If you’ll be my quill

Please carve your name
Across my heart
And tell me you’re mine
Like I was yours from the start

I’ve said this before
And I’ll say it again:
The most beautiful stories
Don’t ever end

A Poem

I just want to tear it out of me
crying just isn't enough anymore
I wish we could both just understand
everyday I just want more

its hard to beleive this is happening
I wish I could handle how your acting now
why do they all hate me suddenly
I want you back but i'm not allowed

I wish this pain would go away
I wish my feelings would dissapear
you know that I try to understand
everything builds up on my fear

I wasn't ready for losing you
maybe you just wanted something more
and you werent ready for talking to me
I don't understand what you left me for

you used tell me how much you loved me
you said you'd never leave me in cold

Funny Alphabet Poem"A" is for Apple
Which is a fruit that keeps doctors away
Especially if you throw it at their heads.
"B" is for Boat
Which floats
Unless it's the Titanic.
"C" is for Cow.
They go moo...and fart a lot.
"D" is for Dinosaur.
Which now works in Hollywood
Thanks to Steven Spielberg
"E" is for Egg.
Which tastes like chicken...
...Or do chickens taste like eggs.
"F" is for a word that that rhymes with "Duck".
FIRETRUCK!
Though I was gonna say something else, didn't ya?!
"G" is for Gorilla.
One can type a better poem than this.
"H" is for Hawaii.
It's an island and a state
And a place that middle-aged woman fantasize about being

Daddy's PoemHer hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies alon

Description of a PoemThoughts on paper,
Emotions in ink.
Verse that shows
What the artist may think.

Not just words
That rhyme or not.
It's a writer's emotion,
Their deepest thought.

To write great poetry
So deep and true,
It must come from emotions
Deep inside of you.

What you feel is what you write.
It helps to let it all out.
It's the perfect outlet
For those who don't scream and shout.

Do not be afraid
To let the world know.
Say what you think,
And let your emotions go.

A Short PoemThrough the fields of tallest weeds
I run without a care
Thinking not about my needs
Feeling joy without compare

Through the waters, dark and deep
I swim my fears away
Knowing the darkness of the night
Soon turns to brightest day

Through the skies of darkest clouds
I fly as I ascend
If again I ever see the ground
I fear it'll be the end

Through a heart of coldest stone
I blow the heat of love
And hope I don't get left alone
As it soars to life above

Through this life, I wander lost
Just yearning for a smile
To warm this soul covered in frost
And truly live awhile

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The Grand PianoIt rained the whole day.
I was playing grand piano in our music room. Nothing special, just songs that came to my mind. Our songs, someone else's songs...sometimes I improvised. I didn't care, I just played. Kept me away from boringess and let me practise my left hand (of cource I wouldn't have needed to do that but it's not bad thing either).
Then Till entered to the room.
I stopped playing for a while but he waved his hand to carry on. I continued but I still got my eyes on him. He walked heavily next to window, sat down on the couch and started to staring at the rain.
He seemed really depressed. His eyes looked tired and he didn't s

If..If this was to be your last day on earth would you simply scream
Or would you continue as if today was only just a dream
Would you scramble what you could within the time that's left
Or sit and ponder what you've had and call your life bereft

Would you laugh or could you cry for no more days ahead
A culmination of one's life is ending when you're dead
Could you really comprehend that this day was your last
Or would you shake your head and drift within your past

Could you in all honesty lay down and close your eyes
To be at peace with who you are and the last of our goodbyes
To place a smile upon your lips and say that lif

poem...

My tears drop as fast as my blood.
my crying is louder than my laughter.
my choices are slower than my actions.
my scars are deeper than my razor blade.
but they fade and never go away.
i become more alone as i cry
alone, sad, sitting in the dark.
things are eating me like a shark.
sharp things come to me.
something here is leading to be.
here is a heart that has not found the key.
why must i have all this pain?
i hate this so much i want to die.
everytime that i cry.
life is not worth living.
when i feel this bad.

When I'm weakWhy couldn't I see you.
You were right in front me.
I didn't want to hear the words I thought they were lies.
I never wanted to hurt you. Oh…
I never thought I'd lose you.
And now I know:
When I'm weak,
I'm truly strong;
Cause I know you are there.
When I'm happy,
I'm truly sad;
Cause I'm missin you so bad.
I smile for only you.
And I know it's not true.
Cause I still miss you.

I was young,
I was scarred,
I was wrong.
But it was too late,
Cause now you're gone.
The pieces were there,
But I couldn't make them fit.
And now I'm alone.
When I'm weak,
I'm truly strong;
Cause I know you are there.
When I'm happy,
I'

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Dont Judge Me +Poem+

by ~Tylon, Jan 15, 2005, 10:37:17 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Don’t Judge me…

Don’t judge me by looks, neither by my race.
Don’t complain about my worries, nor because my taste.
Don’t hate me for my religion, for it is what I believe.
Don’t sit here and back talk the world, for it will not relieve.
Don’t despise me for my interests, or for my complex maze.
Don’t dislike my sexuality, for I was born this way.
Don’t hate me for my hair, all colors bleed the same.
Don’t forget I’m standing here, yet I do have a name.
Don’t judge me by my voice, we all don’t sound alike.
Don’t yell into the crowd, and laugh at what’s not right.
Don’t complain about my emotions, for what I cannot control.
Don’t sit here still wondering, what next is there to be told?
Don’t despise me for my fortunes, or what I cherish most.
Don’t judge me by my home to stay, on or off the coast.
Please tell me you can hear this… Tell me you know now.
That you shall never judge someone, for what you cant allow.
We all are different, and have our own tastes.
We can’t all share the same, but within others haste’s-
Who knows what can happen… even a day from today.
So please, do not judge me… for what you cannot say.
I know I often say this; it’s nagging in my mind.
It’s sad and true but can be helped form all of human kind.
It’s something we all can prevent, and open though our eyes.
We all should learn, from this place, and stop to improvise.
For if there’s no tomorrow, and somehow we all die.
Then think about the guilt you feel… and all the shredded lies.

Dont Judge Me +Poem+by ~Tylon

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Just a simple, 10 min poem i made up just to show the world, that you shouldnt judge someone for what you can't see. My Dad thought it was pretty good, so i decided to post it. Its kinda sad, but true. One of my best friends, was like this. He was always picked on, for his sexuality. I felt so bad for him. In a way, i dedicate this to him for standing strong for what he believed in. ^__^ To my good friend Mark.