Sorry if you lot dont like it much.

Ordinary Day.

I look pass you like I didnt see,
but deep in my heart I wish you were me.
Days, months, years past by but still you werent mine,
I hate it when I sit alone and let go of time.
So why do you ignore me?
Is there something wrong?
What ever I do im still alone.
I really love you dont you know?
Its only hard for me to show.
I want to be with you,
if it wont last long.
But you dont belong to me,
and it´ll be like that forever.
You´ll see.

Sweet as candy rotten like death,
dark hair, black eyes, love never met.
Good-bye to you my old self,
the shy, the nice, the loving self.
I dont need you anymore,
go away reach for the door.
Maybe ill pay someday,
but im not worrying it wont be my day.
I hate the way they are to me,
but Im the only one that see´s.
I love a boy so sweet how he is,
his lips and eyes I really miss.
I hope he would see me the way I am,
my sorrow someday he would end.
A poem Im writing in the middle of the night,
In the air it floats like the clouds in the sky.
I hear the angel sing good-bye,
gazing at the white ball that lays in the sky.
It´s dark and cold and Im sitting here alone,
the people that knows me are really wrong.

That's a beautiful start to the poem! It's very contrasting, but makes sense: You want something, but you know it's not good for you. Keep writing. I usually also write poems when I am feeling a little low, and they are never happy ones. That doesn't matter. Being creative is what is important.

In search for love.
I see this person in front of me,
trying to be perfect for people to see,
to find that love that she had wish,
jealousy overtakes her as she see them kiss.
So she must be perfect to fit one´s choice,
to finally reach her wonderful goal.
But she isnt happy no one could blame,
cause no matter what she does its still the same.
In search for love no one could return,
people ask often when would she learn?
But they would never understand
the pain she had felt,
unworthy, unloved till she reach the end.

So what do you think of this? Its for B.
Thanks for the comment Phoebe. But the sentence really means that People think Im very innocent but they dont really know the true me cause its inside. Its something I dont know myself. very dramatic

*smiles* It's always interesting to see what the author meant with his/her words, and what each person sees in them--every single reader might interpret it differently. I know it's the same with my poems. I'm not showing them to my parents ever again because they worry about me--but I think they're nice. (You can read them here too, here--the more recent ones are better than my first attempts though)

Loved that sentence. I really, really loved it.

woo! tis great stuff!

Wow, it is really- wow!
I loved your poems, Angel, they make me want to write one. That's a good thing, because that means I feel challenged in my glory Now seriously, those are really touching. I will have to agree wiht Phoebe in both saying that that openning line was incredible and at saying that poems mostly come from the deepest, darkest side. It is no wonder most poems are violent or tragic or sad in some other way... Personally, those are my favorites. Mmh... maybe those and the ones that describe fantastic images (it is a way of methaphor, my sister is always using them- I adore the way she writes).
Back to topic, that was beautiful and great and you should keep going. Well, it is not like I am wishing you to be sad :ermsmile: Well, they say arts is a way of expressing those feeling in a better way, so yeah. If you have any more poems,. post them!

Very good! POst some more soon!

wow-thats really deep
<span style='color:green'>im not sure how to interpret that line but it made me think

<span style='color:blue'>keep writing </span></span>
a flower for you :flowersmile:

i think your poetry is very beautiful

srry i didnt have time to write one because of our vacation but here is one im writing for Duncan Grampon Ramos the singer from South Border

L.O.V.e

How could poets write about luv
describing it in many ways like the heaven above?
Everyone wants to feel it although they dont say,
but you see it in there eyes everyday.
A kind of desire not everyone could have,
sometimes it makes you even sad.

Dunx I luv u!

Ah! All of you're poems are fantasic!
I'd love to read more in the near future

Duncan

Staring at ur picture wishing how it could be

But you would always be far away from me

I hear your voice singing in my head

I dream about it everynight on my bed

Seeing you there on stage

Make´s me feel alone captured in a cage

8 years older it doesnt really matter

I only know that if your with me it would be better

I hate to admit that Im crazy about you

You fill me with this desire no man could do

And when the time comes where I am free to love

I would send god all the prayers above

For him to let us meet again

No not just for mere co-incidence

I love you

I miss you