This is a topic were you can show other people your Fav Poems you made and or someone els made.
Don't forget to put the name of the Poem so other know what it is ^-^
Don't forget to put the name of the Poem so other know what it is ^-^
The Poem Spot
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2 Re: The Poem Spot Tue Jan 12, 2016 3:22 pm
Sammey White
Cookie Monster
There is a Monster
Lurking inside our House
Causing a Disaster
Eating all our Cookies
Who we don't know
May be a Prankster
Catch it we must
Before all is Lost
At Night it Comes
Cookies it Ravishes
Not one he Leaves
Not a Crumb Remains
Cookies are Disappearing Fast
Laid a Trap we have
Catch it we Must
How we don't know
But catch him we Must
Caught in the Act
Caught Red Handed
Cookie in Hand
Munching with Pleasure
Thought she was Clever
Trapped by our Endeavor
Solomon and Guilty
Smiling and Red Faced
Cookie Monster, My Daughter
Never did we Falter
In our Quest
Erased and Disgraced
Cookie Monster Disaster.
Lurking inside our House
Causing a Disaster
Eating all our Cookies
Who we don't know
May be a Prankster
Catch it we must
Before all is Lost
At Night it Comes
Cookies it Ravishes
Not one he Leaves
Not a Crumb Remains
Cookies are Disappearing Fast
Laid a Trap we have
Catch it we Must
How we don't know
But catch him we Must
Caught in the Act
Caught Red Handed
Cookie in Hand
Munching with Pleasure
Thought she was Clever
Trapped by our Endeavor
Solomon and Guilty
Smiling and Red Faced
Cookie Monster, My Daughter
Never did we Falter
In our Quest
Erased and Disgraced
Cookie Monster Disaster.
3 Re: The Poem Spot Tue Jan 12, 2016 9:44 pm
Ishi Omo
'Ight. I hate poetry with a passion; let that be clear. I always found it boring to write, yet every single time I've written it, it's been praised. I hope that's not true here. If you have any critisisms, do tell. It's done in Free verse. I blame my English teacher who made me write it for a grade >.>
Title: The Magic of Perseverance
I came from a dirty room
from a broken home
from a deeply horrible family
but I am not alone am I?
There’s others like me
Poor
Neglected
We want away don’t we?
It’s so difficult to do
To escape from that bad place
To get to a good place
Sometimes you question if it’s possible.
Yet if you think deep down,
go deeper than the abuse
go deeper than the neglect
You’ll find the will.
To question if we want to go on
That’s something normal
That’s something most people have found
but they’ve all found the same answer
Go farther than the rest, prove them.
Prove them wrong.
Prove them that you’re strong enough to go on
Be that person; the breakout star
It may very well seem impossible.
You could very well give in.
But I insist.
I insist.
You must go on.
If not for you
Do it for those who can’t
Do it for your family.
Title: The Magic of Perseverance
I came from a dirty room
from a broken home
from a deeply horrible family
but I am not alone am I?
There’s others like me
Poor
Neglected
We want away don’t we?
It’s so difficult to do
To escape from that bad place
To get to a good place
Sometimes you question if it’s possible.
Yet if you think deep down,
go deeper than the abuse
go deeper than the neglect
You’ll find the will.
To question if we want to go on
That’s something normal
That’s something most people have found
but they’ve all found the same answer
Go farther than the rest, prove them.
Prove them wrong.
Prove them that you’re strong enough to go on
Be that person; the breakout star
It may very well seem impossible.
You could very well give in.
But I insist.
I insist.
You must go on.
If not for you
Do it for those who can’t
Do it for your family.
4 Re: The Poem Spot Wed Jan 13, 2016 11:36 pm
Sammey White
My Puppy Ate My Earbuds
My puppy ate my earbuds.
My puppy ate my socks.
My puppy chewed my tennis shoes
and all my Lego blocks.
He gnawed upon my iPod
as if it were a bone.
He nibbled my Nintendo Wii
and munched my mobile phone.
He grazed upon my skateboard,
consumed my catcher's mitts,
and chomped my chess and checkers sets
to tiny little bits.
He polished off my pillow,
my blanket, and my sheet.
My homework seems to be the
only thing he will not eat.
My puppy ate my socks.
My puppy chewed my tennis shoes
and all my Lego blocks.
He gnawed upon my iPod
as if it were a bone.
He nibbled my Nintendo Wii
and munched my mobile phone.
He grazed upon my skateboard,
consumed my catcher's mitts,
and chomped my chess and checkers sets
to tiny little bits.
He polished off my pillow,
my blanket, and my sheet.
My homework seems to be the
only thing he will not eat.
5 Re: The Poem Spot Thu Jan 14, 2016 12:05 am
Richard Lionheart
XD I need to remember to try a thing for here o.o
7 Re: The Poem Spot Thu Jan 14, 2016 4:20 pm
Richard Lionheart
I've never done this before so go easy on me XD
Brain Space
The Stars Span Out So Very Far
Like a Painters Mind when fixed on Art
Sporadic thoughts flow through their brain
But on their emotions it does drain
Just as the stars above do burn
For new pallets they will yearn
The solar system is their mind
Colorful, wonderful, full of life
Yet in the system chaos reins
Gravity tears thoughts toward deep pain
The mind orbits the light, the earth does the same
Alike the sun muse can burn dry
But one can rekindle, muse need never die
Just as the universe lies undiscovered
Creative minds are slowly uncovered
The Stars Span Out So Very Far
Like a Painters Mind when fixed on Art
Sporadic thoughts flow through their brain
But on their emotions it does drain
Just as the stars above do burn
For new pallets they will yearn
The solar system is their mind
Colorful, wonderful, full of life
Yet in the system chaos reins
Gravity tears thoughts toward deep pain
The mind orbits the light, the earth does the same
Alike the sun muse can burn dry
But one can rekindle, muse need never die
Just as the universe lies undiscovered
Creative minds are slowly uncovered
8 Re: The Poem Spot Thu Jan 14, 2016 4:32 pm
Sammey White
destiny
I am guardian of the last city on Earth
All other lands were taken
My only job is understood
To seize back all forsaken
The powerful darkness that found us on Earth
Nearly destroyed us all last time
The Traveler came and saved our race
Though many were struck down in their prime
The enemies took all that we had
The last city will not go too
I am left to fight with all my power
And take back what is due
My destiny is mine to make
My choices are my own
The worlds I’ll brave and make my stake
Are lands now unknown
My journeys do not give me fear
Though foes stand in my way
I’ll battle forth and will not stop
I’ll conquer all my prey
I’ve ancient ruins to explore
Lush jungles to go through
My weapons are my power source
My strength is growing too
With my armor I can fight
Endless rivals that amass
Their size and strength will not stop me
From whatever comes to pass
With guardians aid I will go forth
And boldly make my gain
To justly fight for what is right
All enemies will be slain
I’ll use my special abilities
When surrounding dangers ensue
The risk is high but I won’t shun
The path I know is true
My destiny is mine to make
My choices are my own
The worlds I’ll brave and make my stake
Are lands now unknown
My journeys do not give me fear
Though foes stand in my way
I’ll battle forth and will not stop
I’ll conquer all my prey
My plan is focused and direct
If it takes a decade to do
I’ll journey through the solar system
Taking all that’s mine to pursue
My fellow guardians will give their aid
For the battles that advance
We’ll defy the enemies of darkness
With guiding lightness, not by chance
Titans, Warlocks and Hunters will come
To defend lands here and beyond Earth
We will fight together to secure the land
For everything it’s worth
As yet I am now unknown
But I’ll be known someday
Do not underestimate me
I’ll always find a way.
I ‘m the one that you will see
Prevail in full someday
A legend in this land of Destiny
All the world will say.
All other lands were taken
My only job is understood
To seize back all forsaken
The powerful darkness that found us on Earth
Nearly destroyed us all last time
The Traveler came and saved our race
Though many were struck down in their prime
The enemies took all that we had
The last city will not go too
I am left to fight with all my power
And take back what is due
My destiny is mine to make
My choices are my own
The worlds I’ll brave and make my stake
Are lands now unknown
My journeys do not give me fear
Though foes stand in my way
I’ll battle forth and will not stop
I’ll conquer all my prey
I’ve ancient ruins to explore
Lush jungles to go through
My weapons are my power source
My strength is growing too
With my armor I can fight
Endless rivals that amass
Their size and strength will not stop me
From whatever comes to pass
With guardians aid I will go forth
And boldly make my gain
To justly fight for what is right
All enemies will be slain
I’ll use my special abilities
When surrounding dangers ensue
The risk is high but I won’t shun
The path I know is true
My destiny is mine to make
My choices are my own
The worlds I’ll brave and make my stake
Are lands now unknown
My journeys do not give me fear
Though foes stand in my way
I’ll battle forth and will not stop
I’ll conquer all my prey
My plan is focused and direct
If it takes a decade to do
I’ll journey through the solar system
Taking all that’s mine to pursue
My fellow guardians will give their aid
For the battles that advance
We’ll defy the enemies of darkness
With guiding lightness, not by chance
Titans, Warlocks and Hunters will come
To defend lands here and beyond Earth
We will fight together to secure the land
For everything it’s worth
As yet I am now unknown
But I’ll be known someday
Do not underestimate me
I’ll always find a way.
I ‘m the one that you will see
Prevail in full someday
A legend in this land of Destiny
All the world will say.
9 Re: The Poem Spot Thu Jan 14, 2016 5:27 pm
Erin Cross
This is not mine but I thought I'd share it with you for the lulz. xD
Two Dead Boys
Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout,
I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about;
The Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight;
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A blind man came to watch fair play,
A mute man came to shout "Horray!"
A deaf policeman heard the noise and
Came to stop those two dead boys.
He lived on the corner in the middle of the block,
In a two-story house on a vacant lot;
A man with no legs came walking by,
and kicked the lawman in his thigh.
He crashed through a wall without making a sound,
into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;
The long black hearse came to cart him away,
But he ran for his life and is still gone today.
I watched from the corner of the big round table,
The only eyewitness to facts of my fable;
But if you doubt my lies are true,
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.
- Anonymous
Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout,
I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about;
The Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight;
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A blind man came to watch fair play,
A mute man came to shout "Horray!"
A deaf policeman heard the noise and
Came to stop those two dead boys.
He lived on the corner in the middle of the block,
In a two-story house on a vacant lot;
A man with no legs came walking by,
and kicked the lawman in his thigh.
He crashed through a wall without making a sound,
into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;
The long black hearse came to cart him away,
But he ran for his life and is still gone today.
I watched from the corner of the big round table,
The only eyewitness to facts of my fable;
But if you doubt my lies are true,
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.
- Anonymous
11 Re: The Poem Spot Sat Jan 16, 2016 8:53 pm
Sammey White
My Five Kitty Cats
Buster, Sparkle, Newbie, Speedy
and then there's Pixie our smallest kitty,
One, two, three and four and five,
they're so frisky, so alive.
Sparkle is my number one,
14 years old and so much fun.
Purrs and snuggles on my shoulder,
she's getting slow and somewhat older.
She meows for water from the sink,
I turn it on, for her to drink.
Speedy is my number two,
proud and handsome, I tell you!
He prances like a little pony,
and you know what? That's no baloney.
He guards the others from above,
and sometimes gives a little shove.
Newbie is my number three,
chubby, plump as one can be.
Always cleaning, always licking,
he tries to run but his paws keep sticking.
He keeps on searching for a hand,
to scratch under his collar band.
Buster is my number four,
always eating, more and more.
Loves to snack on lots of munchies,
Tender Vittles and some crunchies.
Begging, pleading, day and nights.
"Give me crunchies, or I'll bite!"
Pixie is my number five,
She jumps, rolls over, takes a dive.
Up my back, onto my shoulder,
hoping I would grab and hold her.
Then she jumps to catch a fly,
She's four months old, my sweetie pie.
Buster, Sparkle, Newbie, Speedy,
and there's Pixie our smallest kitty.
Five, four, three and two and one,
I love my kitty cats, they're so much fun.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-five-kitty-cats#ixzz3xSUjzbRb
#FamilyFriendPoems
and then there's Pixie our smallest kitty,
One, two, three and four and five,
they're so frisky, so alive.
Sparkle is my number one,
14 years old and so much fun.
Purrs and snuggles on my shoulder,
she's getting slow and somewhat older.
She meows for water from the sink,
I turn it on, for her to drink.
Speedy is my number two,
proud and handsome, I tell you!
He prances like a little pony,
and you know what? That's no baloney.
He guards the others from above,
and sometimes gives a little shove.
Newbie is my number three,
chubby, plump as one can be.
Always cleaning, always licking,
he tries to run but his paws keep sticking.
He keeps on searching for a hand,
to scratch under his collar band.
Buster is my number four,
always eating, more and more.
Loves to snack on lots of munchies,
Tender Vittles and some crunchies.
Begging, pleading, day and nights.
"Give me crunchies, or I'll bite!"
Pixie is my number five,
She jumps, rolls over, takes a dive.
Up my back, onto my shoulder,
hoping I would grab and hold her.
Then she jumps to catch a fly,
She's four months old, my sweetie pie.
Buster, Sparkle, Newbie, Speedy,
and there's Pixie our smallest kitty.
Five, four, three and two and one,
I love my kitty cats, they're so much fun.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-five-kitty-cats#ixzz3xSUjzbRb
#FamilyFriendPoems
12 Re: The Poem Spot Tue Feb 02, 2016 11:54 am
Sammey White
The Garden
Bountiful Givers,
I look along the years
And see the flowers you threw…
Anemones
And sprigs of gray
Sparse heather of the rocks,
Or a wild violet
Or daisy of a daisied field…
But each your best.
I might have worn them on my breast
To wilt in the long day…
I might have stemmed them in a narrow vase
And watched each petal sallowing…
I might have held them so—mechanically—
Till the wind winnowed all the leaves
And left upon my hands
A little smear of dust.
Instead
I hid them in the soft warm loam
Of a dim shadowed place…
Deep
In a still cool grotto,
Lit only by the memories of stars
And the wide and luminous eyes
Of dead poets
That love me and that I love…
Deep…deep…
Where none may see—not even ye who gave—
About my soul your garden beautiful.
Bountiful Givers,
I look along the years
And see the flowers you threw…
Anemones
And sprigs of gray
Sparse heather of the rocks,
Or a wild violet
Or daisy of a daisied field…
But each your best.
I might have worn them on my breast
To wilt in the long day…
I might have stemmed them in a narrow vase
And watched each petal sallowing…
I might have held them so—mechanically—
Till the wind winnowed all the leaves
And left upon my hands
A little smear of dust.
Instead
I hid them in the soft warm loam
Of a dim shadowed place…
Deep
In a still cool grotto,
Lit only by the memories of stars
And the wide and luminous eyes
Of dead poets
That love me and that I love…
Deep…deep…
Where none may see—not even ye who gave—
About my soul your garden beautiful.
13 Re: The Poem Spot Tue Mar 01, 2016 6:29 pm
Raziel Mirandale
I made dis.
Good evening I hope you're all doing well, now now will you all please calm down there is no need to yell. Oh no what did I just do, I did not mean to rhyme this much is true.
Crap I did it again I'm turning into Dr seuss, perhaps I should work out this kink with a nice masseuse. And there I've done it again, I can not seem stop these rhymes, perhaps I am just getting with the times.
Is rhyming then so bad? Can it truly makes us glad, sad, mad, or even rad? The words keep flowing on and on, as though I am no more than merely a pawn.
A pawn to my brain is that all I may be? No! Absolutely not most certainly. I am my own master, I will not be blindly led to disaster.
I control myself I will not be forced to sit on the shelf. The shelf of life upon which none wish to live, and to keep away from there you must give all you can give.
When life gives you lemons do not make lemonade, though lemonade is best when home maid. When life gives you lemons take those fruits in hand, go out and make a demand.
Demand of life that you be treated well, you shout you scream and you yell. And once loud enough others will hear, others will listen, others will come near.
They will give you strength and you will give them a voice, and from that voice arises a choice. A choice for good or one for bad, one to make happy or one to make sad.
Why do I rhyme? Why do I speak? Because we are all different, we are all unique. Each and every one has a talent, some are noble some are gallant.
Other can plan and others can fight. Some can think some can write. But what does this mean does this all even matter? Is this nothing more than idle chatter?
Well that my depend, perhaps this poem is merely a means to an end.
Crap I did it again I'm turning into Dr seuss, perhaps I should work out this kink with a nice masseuse. And there I've done it again, I can not seem stop these rhymes, perhaps I am just getting with the times.
Is rhyming then so bad? Can it truly makes us glad, sad, mad, or even rad? The words keep flowing on and on, as though I am no more than merely a pawn.
A pawn to my brain is that all I may be? No! Absolutely not most certainly. I am my own master, I will not be blindly led to disaster.
I control myself I will not be forced to sit on the shelf. The shelf of life upon which none wish to live, and to keep away from there you must give all you can give.
When life gives you lemons do not make lemonade, though lemonade is best when home maid. When life gives you lemons take those fruits in hand, go out and make a demand.
Demand of life that you be treated well, you shout you scream and you yell. And once loud enough others will hear, others will listen, others will come near.
They will give you strength and you will give them a voice, and from that voice arises a choice. A choice for good or one for bad, one to make happy or one to make sad.
Why do I rhyme? Why do I speak? Because we are all different, we are all unique. Each and every one has a talent, some are noble some are gallant.
Other can plan and others can fight. Some can think some can write. But what does this mean does this all even matter? Is this nothing more than idle chatter?
Well that my depend, perhaps this poem is merely a means to an end.
14 Re: The Poem Spot Tue Mar 01, 2016 9:06 pm
Sammey White
A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.
Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o'er thee thy mother weep
Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me
Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,
Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.
Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o'er thee thy mother weep
Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me
Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,
Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.
15 Re: The Poem Spot Tue Mar 22, 2016 12:48 pm
Sammey White
Puppy love
You have a cute little nose
And happy wagging tail
You lick me when I come home
You bark because there's mail
You sleep in my bed
And think my shoe is a toy
Sweet little puppy
You fill me with joy
Oh, little puppy
So loyal and true
I just want you to know
How much I love you !
You have a cute little nose
And happy wagging tail
You lick me when I come home
You bark because there's mail
You sleep in my bed
And think my shoe is a toy
Sweet little puppy
You fill me with joy
Oh, little puppy
So loyal and true
I just want you to know
How much I love you !
16 Re: The Poem Spot Tue May 17, 2016 3:56 pm
Logo Rengo
- Spoiler:
- I was once given a choice
Be immortal, but wanted
Or.
Or.
Well. Be mortal, but fine.
I thought.
Thought a little more
Realized that I could be rich
And promptly said no.
I don’t need anything like wealth or endless life
Because even if I get caught.
By those who want me
I can serve a few life sentences.
You get it, don’t you?
I chose to be immortal
But
Boy do I regret it.
Family is long gone, and I’m just sitting the background.
I also, later, noticed who gave me the ability to live long
But not prosper.
Star Trek lied
You might ask.
Who gave you immortality?
Well. The myths and legends are true.
Gods exist.
Now you might be wondering.
Exactly who am I?
I am, in your language
A God Slayer.
Who did I meet?
Verethragna
Persian god of War
Of Victory.
He appeared to me as a small child
I was 21 at the time
Oh. It was 1000 years ago.
It was a decent life
I was the son of a noble.
Where did I live?
I’ve forgotten.
It’s been long enough
That mundane things are erased from my memory.
I’ve met a few gods though.
Ranging from the big guy, Ares.
To even the
God of wine, Dionysus
Now that’s a party
That you don’t forget
Because when you do
Well. You drank too much.
Not that it matters when you’re me.
I took the form of the man
Well, child.
Because I was bored.
I’ve noticed something.
Society, as a whole
Is very violent.
It’s nothing new, of course.
It’s always been violent.
However.
You people have a different sort.
You take arrows and shape them differently.
You call them bullets, and they pierce armor.
They take the creations of my time, and put them to shame.
You guys are smart.
But.
You lack training.
You all are physically strong, and smart.
You run low on training.
Even if you apart of the military.
I’ve trained for much longer, and I can go a lot faster.
No offense to your fighting force.
They make up for hand to hand training
With training with gadgets and weapons.
So, I guess I take back my words in a way.
You aren’t raised for combat, are you?
You were raised to go far
To make something your own, and make it new.
Your people have trouble with that.
Let me promise.
No.
Don’t.
I’ll leave before I can fufill it.
It's up to me
To protect us from the upcoming storm
yet.
I can't do it alone.
I can slay gods, and I can survive gun shots, but I can't.
I can't slay mortals.
I'm afraid for you all.
I'll lose it all if I kill a non-guilty.
Of course.
That very same Persian God of Victory,
Gave me the ability to prosecute the guilty.
I can't detect any guilty within you.
I detect want,
I detect need,
but there's one thing I don't detect.
Guilt.
It’s impressive. Honest.
It’s amazing that I can look
I can look right in your eyes
And see no guilt.
Oh. I see. I realize something.
It might be that your want and need
It overshadows your guilt.
Doesn’t it?
I still don’t know.
I’ve ran into people like you
Way back when.
I’ve refined my ability to understand you
Yet. I can’t.
Nothing changes.
David Bowie has lied.
Things don’t change.
Human nature never changes.
I… Oh.
I haven’t introduced myself in my speech, have I?
I’m deeply sorry.
I’m Neart.
I’m not going to tell you the language, as I am unsure of what it is called now.
In your language, it means Strength.
I’m currently speaking your language, as if I didn’t, it’d be a wreck.
Allow me to understand.
Please.
I’m behind on the way of life.
Because I’m 1000, if not older. God. I can’t keep track of the years.
I don’t even know if my name is the name I was given at first.
I just remember
That even then.
My name meant strength.
Sure, I’m beyond strong, and beyond large.
I can’t believe that there are people larger than I.
Most people
Back when I was born…
They were shorter.
I was beyond large.
Yet.
God… Well. I suppose.
I supppose there’s a reason.
That I’m here.
You know?
I don’t like to sit around and talk.
But.
Please.
Listen.
Tell me.
Tell me how you all survive.
Survive without fights and blood
It’s what is basically my life force.
Every life I take.
It extends mine a little bit.
A year, maybe.
I have another 200 or so years before I even start aging.
I remember something now.
It’s...nothing to be proud of.
But I beg of you to listen.
I beg. I‘d pardon you of all guilt for listening.
I remember one event.
This event.
It’s the time I became the God Slayer.
I didn’t just get this power for free.
I had my friend
He trusted me to the end
Until I killed him
Just to get that damn god to come out.
Then, he brought my wife out.
Told me to gain power,
To become immortal but Wanted
I had to kill her.
And Damn it.
I did it.
The blade went in
And out
Even though.
Even though I did that
And you now judge me
I am absolved
I manage to keep sane
Because I occasionally
I don’t mind
If you judge me.
Anyone who judges me
Must stand
And if you judge me,
I must absolve you of any sin you have.
Don’t become me
If you ever go so far
It’s annoying
And you’ll hate yo-
I… didn’t realize this until now.
You do hate yourself anyway. Don’t you?
Why?
Because you are not thin?
Is it because you are thin?
Are you not thin enough?
It doesn’t matter.
As long as you can still walk
As long as you can still walk
Still run
Still fight
You are acceptable.
That’s what my teacher thought me.
You might think that twisted
Strange.
Yet, think about it.
It’s true isn’t it?
You can still fight.
You can run.
You can walk.
Even if you can’t.
Try to get it so you can
It’s not bad
But it’s not good.
I think I should stop.
Yes.
I’ll stop now
I thank you for listening.
17 Re: The Poem Spot Wed Jun 01, 2016 12:23 am
Sammey White
I wanna be the girl who...
You make a special call just to say goodnight
When she's crying, you wrap her in your arms and hold her tight
When she's scared or lonely you tell her
I wanna be the girl who...
Is the only one allowed to kiss your lips
Listens to your advice and helpful little tips
Won't ever let anything cause her love for you to bend
Stands by your side faithfully till the end.
You make a special call just to say goodnight
When she's crying, you wrap her in your arms and hold her tight
When she's scared or lonely you tell her
I wanna be the girl who...
Is the only one allowed to kiss your lips
Listens to your advice and helpful little tips
Won't ever let anything cause her love for you to bend
Stands by your side faithfully till the end.
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