I posted two originally so here is the second one. They are old. I was a cheery fellow.


He stood in a crowd
Yet was totally alone
He had been here before
Yet was utterly lost

For fifteen years he had battled himself
For fifteen years he had struggled his thoughts
For fifteen years had no one knew
That for Fifteen years he had wanted you

With sadness and despair, for what he could see
It was in his thoughts, that you could not be
For you were too good, too strong and too fine
And what is more, you were still mine

For what he had hoped for in his own mind
Had not been the place he was able to find
Yet your face and your place and your feelings so true
Was only a heartbeat gone, a moment so due

So without any hope, or sparkle of light
He did what he did, he thought what he should
With no vigour left, he gave up his fight
And left us all back here, like only he could

For fifteen years he had been what we wanted
A son, a brother, and a great friend
For fifteen years he had been what he hated
Alone and unaided, lost at the end

Please don’t get upset
Don’t shoulder the blame
It’s his life to remember
Not what caused him the pain.

I always hated writing these in class.

i prefer pros

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Originally posted by andrea.:
I always hated writing these in class.

I don't think I ever had to...

That's all we did in grade 10 English.

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Originally posted by Toddstar:
i prefer pros

both are good for me!

We did.
We had to write one that had all the elements included in Beowulf, like a monster, and hero.

You got 100% if you had 20 of those elements.

That's the quality of my grade 12 English class, folks.

Mine too, it was so easy

quote:

Originally posted by andrea.:
We did.
We had to write one that had all the elements included in Beowulf, like a monster, and hero.

You got 100% if you had 20 of those elements.

That's the quality of my grade 12 English class, folks.

I never read that book. I don't even know what it's about.

i used to write a fair bit of poetry... too scared to give it a go again... but nice work, scumby

thanks!

I write a lot of poetry! This is my latest...

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Unfortunate findings,
Here alone.
A single thought;
Conscience turns to stone.

Affinity for pain,
Emotional stress.
Love, no lust drives me;
I refuse to confess.

Not once, but twice
My shovel was buried in the snow.
I love, live, then die,
But I reap what I sow.

Society’s influence,
Deep impact.
Visions, thoughts, ideals;
Distorted to appear as fact.

NO…no more.
I can’t take the grief.
I’m done with this,
I’ll go back to my beliefs.


This poem came from nowhere...literally
...I opened Word and started typing...that's what I got...

hey i havent seen this thread in a while lol
thanks for submitting that.. it was good

roses are red
violets are blue
why the fuck did I put my ipod in my bag after it had been washed ruining the fucking thing.


*bows*

That stinks man...the situation, not the poem....hope things work out in the end...