| THE MOST EXPRESSIVE TYPE AROUND THEY FOLLOW NO ORDER THEY DON'T NECESSARILY HAVE A RHYME SCHEME AND THEY SOMETIMES DON'T MAKE SENSE |
| "FEAR" The night as dark as dark my be, Long the light has left me. Dark is evil, dark is clever Dark is frightful, now and forever. Fright grows and grows, much like a weed From you and me it feeds. In our very darkest hour Fear feeds and grows and gains more power Fear continues to bring disgrace. Fear is evil with a face. In truth, dark leaves never Darkness grows and fear flows, Forever. |
| "My Dreamland" Falling into another dream, A new place, yet to be seen. A place where freedom has no price, A place of love and candle light. A place of wrong and a place of right. A place that's filled with lots of life. My own place to run, My own place to hide, My own escape to the other side. |
| When it all crashes down upon you, And you crawl back to me in shambles. When you realize life is far too great, To waste away on foolish Gambles. I will have long departed to a better place, And you will be alone. |
| By: The Game |
| My Sanity Is there a ball of me, Deep down and secure. Tied down and kept safe, From all life's things obscure. For me to look at when I'm lost, And know I'm there for sure. |
| Inner Canines The dog of my soul is digging a hole, So he may bury his bones. To keep them safe he's hiding them deep, deep in the deep underground. |
| Rejection/Acception Does someone hate you? No one love you? Are you feeling low? It goes "call someone who cares." And here's a place where there's helping people that you know. At home, at school, there's kind folk who'll help you on your feet. So don't forget your friends are there, You do have family that will care, Translation: Don't despair. |
| Mr. Chand Dear Mr Chand, He sat in the sand And when he started to cry He couldn't figure out why. |
| Free Style |
| Poem For Who's life is it anyway? Trapped on this bed, the sores are turning red. I'll never be feeling well, Forever trapped in this hell. I've never felt sadder, this illness is driving me madder I've never felt worse, and I want to be carried away in a hearse. The doctor is a prick, kick him I would, quick. My life he ain't takin', for this I ain't fakin'. My life has gone to pot, and for this I shall rot. This is my personal hell, and I am not living very well. |
| Conversation with Myself I wanna die, I'm gonna shoot myself Hey, do you want some pie? It's over there, next to the gun on the shelf. Hey, I think this guns' loaded, Do you wanna see? Oops, I shot you in the brain. I gotta reload... Oh man, i just shot me. |
| Worlds Shortest Pessimistic Poem Hope? Nope. |
| Philosophers Poem I? Why? |
| Okay, if you've been to this page recently you may have noticed we're running out of page space. To prevent having a page that's miles long, there's going to be some more links put in. For a certain theme of poem, click on that theme title. For a certain author, dial 3, just joking, click on that authors name which is near some samples of their writing. |
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| By: AtheistX |
| (okay this person has no other poems so she doesn't have her own area) There once a man named Bob who wanted to find a job he had no luck so he got stuck doing the job he had. by me...Lady Roganda |
| Worlds shortest Enviromentalist poem Tree! Wheee! |
| Yuki 1013 |