Poetry Submissions

Welcome to my poetry page where members have submitted their poetry to me and I added it here. Please feel free to submit your poetry to me, I would really enjoy reading it and adding it here.



Emotions     submitted by Amber [Show-Hide]

01/17/2007:

"Emotions"

There are some things, you don't know about me.

Lying in the dark,

It's hard to sleep.

I visited once,

The whole time she was sick.

Scared of her death while I was there,

Knowing it would be too hard to bear.

Watching her in pain,

Made me hurt myself.

Cutting deeper and deeper,

The only pain I could control,

I cried as the crimson, red blood dripped from my skin.

Thinking of her now,

I cry myself to sleep many nights,

While others sleep I lie awake feeling restless.

Not going to the funeral,

I thought just maybe she would come back,

So I could hold on to her forever.

Now I know she is still with me in my heart,

But it still hurts thinking of her.

I let my emotions get the best of me,

But in the end,

They are all washed away,

By the tears I shed.

Piece Of Paper      submitted by Mike [Show-Hide]

"Piece Of Paper"

In so many ways I want to be that being which I know will never reach fruition.

My soul craves to reach beyond the despair, the darkness, and the isolation I have created for myself.

To cry in self-pity is neither option nor pleasure and only postpones the agony.

I have reached down to seize a moment but brought back only emptyness.

In my mind I always pictured a desire that was untouchable, unreasonable.....a dream?

Ah, but, through the years of boredom, scholasticism ... frustration.

I have finally reached a goal which I thought unreachable, untouchable, but desirable ...?

But, the goal does not nourish me, does not soothe me, does not comfort me.

A piece of paper is the final result of endless agony, distrought dreams, and insane renderings to people I know, not well.

Nor do I care to know at all.

To stand in front of a gathering of strangers disgust me and fills my mind with impotent visions of the future.

A future which I now prefer not to seek.

Perfection      submitted by Mike [Show-Hide]

"Perfection"

It was in the minds eye where I saw the first inkling of the idea.

It festered and grew until it was daily eating at my very soul.

To tear the demon from deep inside me and destroy it was my vision, my wanton desire, a never-ending taste to become something greater.

But alas, the idea did gather nourishment and grow and mature and gain credence-but-only briefly.

Then the dream was over, as quickly as it had started, I grasped for it, but, it was unreachable.

The reality of perfection is only a passing thought now, but, one day I may desire it again, reach for it, seize it, only to have it dissolve within my grasp.

Ah, but the addiction persist...is it a dream? I think not.

Stillness Of The Night      submitted by Mike [Show-Hide]

"Stillness Of The Night"

Deathly calm is the stillness of the night.

As I listen the small voices whisper my name.

As senses take hold I understand the chilling reality.

It is my own mind.

Speaking in riddles of things which are only thought about in dreams.

Or, in the stillness of the night.

Renderings of past experiences come rushing into view.

I can almost feel their warm breath against my cheek.

Or, is it the fire from their mouths?

Burning issues...lies are being spoken.

Things from my past which are too secret to mention.

I feast on a desire for control of the night.

To harness....the dreams...the madness... the un-controlable sobbing!

Ah, but insane thoughts flood my senses, cloud my thoughts.

Rendering me afraid to think.

To question is forbidden.

The light comes rushing in.

Once again it is over.

But, I still feel a deep dread for the stillness of the night.