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Mel's Poems Now its time to get serious people. Here is my serious page. Now I want you all to put on some serious faces for me. Cause this IS a serious page. Here are some of my poems. Hope you enjoy.
Most of the poems I get in my head are when I'm in a depressed mood. But here is one. I don't have a name for many of them. So powerless, to so many things But so spirited, when hard times begin. Fear is only a word But questions remain unheard A world full of sorrow, of pain, and regret But oh what a day of happiness to a world that upsets. This one is a real good memory. It was basically dedicated to David-my best friends brother. We had this one special moment, and it was my world. No matter where I go No matter where I stand My mind wanders, thoughts flood past my heart through my soul And all I think about, Is that one moment A small whispered word a blink of an eye takes me back to our ONE MOMENT. No matter how far I travel I can never say goodbye. My love for you will never die. Because we'll always share that ONE MOMENT. This one is my desperate attempt to forget about David. I'm still trying to forget.... I must leave clouded my head never return Don't look back, never My heart torn in two but as I go I slowly put it back together a small smile returning to my frowning face My cruel head won't let my heart go. so stubborn But soon, its goodbye I know these might be hard to understand-but i used to write the rhyming poetry-but than my feelings got more deep, and than I realized poetry isn't all rhyme. This one is about the guys-each one who I offered my heart to, and it got toyed with. The love I carry feels so deep I hold it close just so I can keep One look, and I feel powerless One look, and I feel seduced One look, and I feel cowardless What do you make me do? A feeling that I can't control A feeling that I can't lose A feeling that makes me love, The one and only you So please, don't push me away don't ever let go Because just one more look I hope we share we will never Let go What can I say about this one? A poem for daddy Today is a day I once again, understand that you will always lend me your helping hand. I'm not alone even though I say I am I'll always have you- to talk to to hold to ask to dream to love you with no strings attached is a true gift that I am blessed to be given you are the only one of your kind that I can trust. Daddy, I love-and need you so much. I can't say much about this one... There are days... of silence Days of fear Days of neverending screams No one feels such pain at one point in life It will come The day of reckoning The day of power All will be righted from the wrongs To undo one must do to undo. This is about a guy...thats all I recall I fear the worst for we are gone no more nothings no more wrongs I can't explain my feelings inside... If only my heart would once again soar with pride I feel abandoned I feel weak So heartbroken to even speak Stress of the devil takes me over rips my insides piercing screams I love too much can't I see? OK! NOW THAT, THATS OVER! Here is a bit funny one. It was about that guy David (and if this is my friends, NO its not David Nguyen!!). When I was feeling good, and my self-esteem was up, and I wanted to get him back at his own game. I must warn people though, this poem contains strong profanity. So you have been warned! I never wanted to say goodbye I told myself, I wouldn't cry But here I lay, somehow knowing I'll never be the same. A force so strong, holds me back Crossing off all the feelings, I now lack, Goodbye it is. Why is this? Damn! This is such a bitch! I can't love you. I can only cry. Fuck this! Damn guy! Here I go through all this shitty pain, and pissin me off strife! Goodbye you schmuck! I'm all outta luck! So much for me, getting a damn good fuck. hehehehehe, wasn't that great? I'm very proud of that one. Maybe more later! |
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Famous Poems, Written by Famous Poets I found this poem...very...beautiful. I was looking through my old stuff, and found this old poetry book called "The Art and Craft of Poetry" Introduction. I found it at an old thrift store. I never really was able to look at it, until now. Because now I understand these poems. The poems they have placed in here, are so...passionate. I hope you enjoy.
These two are by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Now, these probably aren't the whole poems. But these passages are just so meaningful. Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart,- For these may fail, or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever: Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why- So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever! If thou must love me, let it be for naught Except for love's sake only. Do not say "I love her for her smile-her look-her way Of speaking gently-for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasent ease on such a day"- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee-and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry- A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity. Wasn't that just beautiful? I love that passage. Its about love, and what its like from "feminine intuition." It states. This next one is just beautiful. A man named Hartley Coleridge wrote it. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go: My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. She is not fair to outward view, As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me. O than I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine they ne'er reply, And yet I cease not to behold The love-light in her eye: Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. Wasn't that great? More later. Tell me what you think! It Can Only Come Back: I fear...what there is not to fear... I cry...what there is not to cry... I wish on my holy blood... That there is peace soon.. That peace is brought upon me.. and it wretches the fury, pain, and emptiness all away... One more word...And its goodbye One more look...and I fly Nothing will stay as long as I survive. Maybe...it should just... be that way... The future brings us hope When all it brings to me... is the state of insanity. Things will come and things will go But the spirt that lays within me... Will never leave. Torture will be brought upon all... One person One brave, courageous soul One lover, spirited enough to fly Can save the earth from this fiery presence Lurking through shadows, in the back of your very heads. Banishing it, will only bring it back over and over and over and over... It will bring tears upon the world... and a cry of pain... reason... but don't let if fly...don't demolish... it can only come back.. ~Sulia Lee |
Indescribable This is a poem that was REQUESTED, and its too someone I really care about. I couldn't think of anything to write. I spent all last night, all day today, attempting to write a poem for this person. But there wasn't that certain spark. I couldn't figure anything out. It was a most difficult experience, but I finally got it. So to snookems, from teddy-poo bear, if the cool night air chills you, just think of Mel. (grinz)
I sit and attempt to think But no thoughts seem to flood from my head I can only think of the face that gives no inspiration but only love I can't please with no inspiration for their is no words that can describe the face I see No passion that one can only say A man... Who cannot be expressed through words Expression is much too deep in my own heart So I write this now knowing that such a creature with its darkened features broad, strong shell long, curved fingers and an open heart His silence... is my comfort His words... are my wisdom His eyes... are my portal the gateway to heaven on earth Love ya Calvin <3 |
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This one...I didn't put up earlier. This one I think is one of my favorites, its just so deep. If you really get into the words, you'll see the pain I was going through at the time. I believe this is one of most well-expressed poems I've ever written. If you could send me your comments, that would be great. :)
Secret Pain Confusion overcomes me I am not what I seem Love and hatred fill my heart which to choose where to go I close my eyes shut them ever-so-tight see my tears form crystals of their own. They fall into the palm of my hand shiny, and glowing bright They're tears of myself Parts of my confusion my hatred my love I pray that these tears stop But they continue to fall. Silently, forcefully into the deep depths of my soul. |
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