Are you a poet?

[Intrigue]

Are you a poet? Register here and see, its a genuinely friendly site aimed at all age groups, and is actually pretty cool.

www.allpoetry.com

Look up the user Silverblade, that'll be myself. Send me a message if you happen to join. =)

[.tyler.]

I'm more of a freestyler.

[Xackek]

I write some stuff. I'll check it out

[Electro]

Yea im one of those gangster kids who goes around rapping their heart out.

[hardrock]

When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,
all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry,
the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things,
we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand,
that an Angel came and called my name,
and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
in heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind,
all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
a tear fell from my eye,
for all life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
so much yet to do,
it seemed almost impossible,
that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday,
just even for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you
and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
my heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
from His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity,
and all I've promised you".
Today for life on earth is past,
but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
but today will always last,
and since each day's the same day,
there's no longing for the past.

But you have been so faithful,
so trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things,
you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
and now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand
and share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart,
for every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.

[Rippy]

That was a beautiful poem, Hardrock! =)

And yes, I do write poetry.. but really pretty rarely and they tend to be angsty.. x);
Plus I despise sharing them with people. But I'll certiantly check it out, join, and maybe even write a poem every fifty years or so.

Edit: Joined, username = Rippy
Ironic. ;P

[must]

This life that we live
So many things happen
So many things to forgive
So many places to go
But were physically stuck on this earth
I dont know
which thing is worse
have'n a life or have'n to die
I dont need this pain
I dont need to understand this plain
To much to comprehend
My mind thinking about this BS will never see an end
Did i realy ever have a friend?
The only friend i have is myself
All i need to do is have sometime to realize im something else

[leethal]

is that yours hardrock? it's really nice.

[Kriana]

I have a lot of them on my other computer, but I'll post one here;

Like grains of sand, so the time flowed,
I now reap the harvest I sowed.
What I reap now is what I sowed,
Absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Looking back, an agonizing glance,
The mistakes I made, their pain’s a lance,
The only thing left to waste time no more,
Though I thought I did I did not. T'is not what time is for.

The pain, the agony, of looking back,
No more seeing than a light a sack.
What future could I have, if right my wrongs,
What future will I have, if I only lament with songs?

The terrible pangs of looking back,
With hindsight’s perfect vision,
Motivation, another thing I did lack,
Did bring in part my cataclysm.

The time I wish I had not wasted,
How did I go run so astray?
But now the rope must fray,
I must fix this or caught here I stay.

The pain, the agony of the wasted past,
The precious seconds flew by so fast!
I didn’t realize until at last,
I looked at the pit walls which I must climb past.

[moonman]

CRUCIFIXION

there, there as i hang from the nails buried deep within my skin and bone
with death pulling at my lungs, with death pulling at my arms, my legs, my soul.
as i get pulled by the arms of satan.
down, down to hell. i feel my sins pulling me down,
i feel my good pulling me up. but the sins are stronger.
i go to hell.


i wrote that myself