Post by AnimalAvenger on Jun 13, 2010 3:45:24 GMT -5
I've written many, many poems. Here are a few.
Heart Beating
Heart beating,
Mind waiting,
For that everwaiting moment,
To come.
An unfilled crevasse,
Dwelling and yearning in the heart.
It waits for another piece to fill it,
A piece yearned for but unknown.
Hearts calling,
For whomever you are out there,
Maybe someday our hearts will crash,
And become one.
Fantasies and daydreams will persist,
Till that sacred moment,
Of something wanted,
Yet something unknown.
Eyes of Tainted Purity
Eyes of tainted purity,
Hearts of melted, chunky gold.
Led by the barking sheepdogs,
They dart in the direction they’re told.
Fighting for supposed justice,
But being charged into an enclosed box.
They’re living life as gold fish,
Trapped inside a two-gallon tank.
Others of their kind attempt to rescue them,
From the murky waters of misknowledge and deceit.
Then, the sheepdogs bare their fierce fangs and teeth,
And persist in their misleadingment.
Following the steps of a false cause,
They continue droning on.
Bleating out false promises,
Like blind, misled sheep.
Internal Inferno
The smolder just needed a tiny spark,
To ignite the flames of this internal inferno.
Fire-red and angry,
Hatred bites my conscience.
This fire won't stop demolishing,
The rubbish dump of my insides.
Full of shameful impurities,
Thoughts and actions that condemn me to insanity.
My soul is on fire,
And my body is turning to ashes.
I may perish in this,
Deserved corrosion.
Beauty Is...
The fiery sun beating down on all things in its path,
Or the jagged wind of the winter.
Beauty is,
The environment that holds us all.
A fuchsia sunset intermixing harmoniously with maroon,
Or the baby-blue summer sky speckled with smoke-like clouds.
Beauty is,
The mystical sky above us all.
A beautiful mountain of maroon, orange, and chocolate,
Creating a surreal scene towering over us.
Beauty is,
These inanimate beasts that surround us all.
A feeble tree swaying in the wind from a fierce storm,
Or a rainbow of flowers in a garden.
Beauty is,
The plants that make it possible for the existence of all.
A snowflake gliding fearlessly to the freezing ground,
Or a refreshing raindrop shooting toward the Earth.
Beauty is,
The precipitation that quenches us all.
A monarch butterfly dancing her wings as she collects nectar,
Or a fluffy-tailed squirrel collecting chocolate-colored acorns for winter.
Beauty is,
The creatures dwelling near all.
Sandy
Fluffy, orange-cream fur,
With dark-orange striping her back.
Her Halloween-orange eyes,
Shine like the newest diamonds from the finest mines.
Clumsily she climbs on the slippery counter-top,
As she noses her rose-pink nose into your breakfast cereal.
Her tail does a vivacious dance,
As she swats it around merrily.
She then lies in your cozy, delightful bed,
Coiled up like an exhausted snake,
As she dozes off lazily,
Her rosy nose whistling like a train awaiting departure.
Bullet of Guilt
Shot through the heart,
By a bullet of guilt.
Weakened, wounded, and agonized.
Blood drains out of my body,
Until the wounds nearly kill me.
But no one really cares,
They are hurt nearly as bad as I am.
Agony,
Suffocates me throughout the night.
Blood-splattered conscience.
Walk on the Beach
As you take a walk on the beach,
The cotton-soft sand singes your feet like hot coals.
The salty, foamy water tickles your feet,
As you come closer to it.
The breeze cools your body off,
As you wade through the bathwater-warm water.
A wave splashes you,
And you are soaked from head to to
Heart Beating
Heart beating,
Mind waiting,
For that everwaiting moment,
To come.
An unfilled crevasse,
Dwelling and yearning in the heart.
It waits for another piece to fill it,
A piece yearned for but unknown.
Hearts calling,
For whomever you are out there,
Maybe someday our hearts will crash,
And become one.
Fantasies and daydreams will persist,
Till that sacred moment,
Of something wanted,
Yet something unknown.
Eyes of Tainted Purity
Eyes of tainted purity,
Hearts of melted, chunky gold.
Led by the barking sheepdogs,
They dart in the direction they’re told.
Fighting for supposed justice,
But being charged into an enclosed box.
They’re living life as gold fish,
Trapped inside a two-gallon tank.
Others of their kind attempt to rescue them,
From the murky waters of misknowledge and deceit.
Then, the sheepdogs bare their fierce fangs and teeth,
And persist in their misleadingment.
Following the steps of a false cause,
They continue droning on.
Bleating out false promises,
Like blind, misled sheep.
Internal Inferno
The smolder just needed a tiny spark,
To ignite the flames of this internal inferno.
Fire-red and angry,
Hatred bites my conscience.
This fire won't stop demolishing,
The rubbish dump of my insides.
Full of shameful impurities,
Thoughts and actions that condemn me to insanity.
My soul is on fire,
And my body is turning to ashes.
I may perish in this,
Deserved corrosion.
Beauty Is...
The fiery sun beating down on all things in its path,
Or the jagged wind of the winter.
Beauty is,
The environment that holds us all.
A fuchsia sunset intermixing harmoniously with maroon,
Or the baby-blue summer sky speckled with smoke-like clouds.
Beauty is,
The mystical sky above us all.
A beautiful mountain of maroon, orange, and chocolate,
Creating a surreal scene towering over us.
Beauty is,
These inanimate beasts that surround us all.
A feeble tree swaying in the wind from a fierce storm,
Or a rainbow of flowers in a garden.
Beauty is,
The plants that make it possible for the existence of all.
A snowflake gliding fearlessly to the freezing ground,
Or a refreshing raindrop shooting toward the Earth.
Beauty is,
The precipitation that quenches us all.
A monarch butterfly dancing her wings as she collects nectar,
Or a fluffy-tailed squirrel collecting chocolate-colored acorns for winter.
Beauty is,
The creatures dwelling near all.
Sandy
Fluffy, orange-cream fur,
With dark-orange striping her back.
Her Halloween-orange eyes,
Shine like the newest diamonds from the finest mines.
Clumsily she climbs on the slippery counter-top,
As she noses her rose-pink nose into your breakfast cereal.
Her tail does a vivacious dance,
As she swats it around merrily.
She then lies in your cozy, delightful bed,
Coiled up like an exhausted snake,
As she dozes off lazily,
Her rosy nose whistling like a train awaiting departure.
Bullet of Guilt
Shot through the heart,
By a bullet of guilt.
Weakened, wounded, and agonized.
Blood drains out of my body,
Until the wounds nearly kill me.
But no one really cares,
They are hurt nearly as bad as I am.
Agony,
Suffocates me throughout the night.
Blood-splattered conscience.
Walk on the Beach
As you take a walk on the beach,
The cotton-soft sand singes your feet like hot coals.
The salty, foamy water tickles your feet,
As you come closer to it.
The breeze cools your body off,
As you wade through the bathwater-warm water.
A wave splashes you,
And you are soaked from head to to