MY POETRY ••••••••• I love you, you know I do. I spend all of my daytime just thinking about you. I miss you in the morning. I spend my whole day mourning. Until that time at night, where I see you. Beautiful, loving you. I love you. Do you love me too? Until the nighttime when we meet, I will miss you, I love you sleep. •••••••••• Taking things for granted. I do, I understand it. But really, I can't stand it. All these people acting like they can handle it. It's madness when you get caught in the sadness. Stuck in the blue. Thinkin' about no one but you. But I vow to change my ways. Move on to happier days. ••••••••••• My life is a flood of hate I'm just skin and blood God decided to create. We were always told not to segregate Yet here I find myself segregated Under the standards, underestimated These people don't know how long iv waited For a chance at the spotlight A chance to show my might A chance to go far, to be a star. -/\-/\-/\-/\-/\-/\-/\-/\-/\-/\-/ My life is a flood of love I'm just an angel sent from above We were told not to live through lies, But I've been livin to cover up lies. Just as peoples trust in me dies so do I. My whole life has been one big lie. I promise I'll be good, like I said I always would. ••••••••• Wrong Place, Wrong Time- Wrong place, wrong time. This is just a silly rhyme. Wrong place, wrong time. Poetry is amazing. My poems are blazing. Red hot, like it or not. I put all the noobs on the spot. Then I wait to make an appearance. To show myself, make myself known. My stanzas so hot, I'm killin the O-zone. I send these newbies home. While I lay these words down. Someone mention a 'crown'? •••••••••• Beauty- Put on makeup. Do your hair. Put on a dress. Just try to impress. Is this what you do? Thats not beauty, I can assure you. Beauty is the true you. Not a super model who comes out of the blue. Who cares if the camera doesn't get the best side of you? A true person wouldn't care about the view. ••••••••• Song- Songs-More than beauty. Songs-No less than life itself. Songs-Meant to enter your soul and make you feel glee. Songs-To make you burst into tears. Songs-To be lived, not heard. Songs-A piece of the heart from the Artist that sings it. Songs-Life, love, and laughter. Songs-Woe, depression, and hatrid. Songs-Delicate notes played powerfully. -Me •••••••••• Artists-Power of the pen. Artists-Life of the stage. Artists-Plagued with problems. Not meant to be perfect, nor will ever be. Artists-Creators. Artists-Gifted with more than intelligence, or looks. Artists-Making the world more beautiful, every day, in every way. •••••••••••• Keep it Real, Keep it Cool (My 1st poem!) ¥•••€•••¥•••€•••¥•••€•••¥•••€•••¥•• Phrases spoken, phases planned. Bloodied bodies cover this once beautiful land. How to heal? This country has lost it's appeal. Keep it real, keep it cool. Strength is nothing but a weakness that must be concealed. Under an unknown king's rule. Keep it real, keep it cool. Songs sung, books written Beautiful notes and antic-dotes Written on paper are stories 'bout our savior. Songs sung books written Parents dying inside as they watch their children crying Children crying of divorce, do adults feel no remorse? Songs sung, books written. Hurt felt, pain dealt In the hospital, miserable day. While we slowly, slowly waste away. Hurt felt, pain dealt Murders on the news. 'Tis a shame I'm used to hearing so. Hurt felt, pain dealt. Promises broken, lies made. Divorce, breaking the promise of 'I love you' 'I'll love you forever' stares down a pathway of arguing and yelling. Promises broken, lies made Peace is a rarity in hiding, hidden by the screams of battle. Peace is impossible, but war is our latest obstacle. Promises broken, lies made. ••••••••• Spring- New life rejoice. Summer- New life grow, grow up. Fall- New life grown, find a home. Winter- Old life rest. •••••••••• Grab life, don't wait for it to come to you. Let every day begin anew. Follow your heart, be yourself. Don't listen to anyone else. You are you, no popular girl can tell you otherwise. •••••••• I am original, one of a kind. I don't have a twin that knows my mind. Bad memories are left behind. You'll never see a contract with my name signed. ••••••••••
Well written, good rhyming. My constructive critisim: Its great to write a simple poem once in a while. However, in my opinion, the best poetry comes from the heart. You want your readers to feel the emotion, see what you see. Otherwise, as I said, good job.