Poetry…
As i was researching for some poems for my writing assignment, i came across a lot of interesting poetry written by normal individuals with really good meanings..i just feel i should share with you guys some of this poems…and no, im not referring to anyone in particular…
My Empty Streets
Saw Millions walking,
Down my empty streets going,
Few memories remained.
Fucked up my head with your teeny lies,
Raped my soul
Getting deep into your eyes
Heaven I was looking for,
Hell I found most.
There’s no sense in what has been,
Just crazy what I’ve seen,
Till now I don’t know why..
D’you think it’s worth a cry?
Slowly we’re fading away
Not a lot to say..
No more time to wonder how
Fine life it could have been
Walking hand in hand down my empty streets.
I Called Your Name
I called the sun and he answered me
I called the moon and she treasured me
I called the stars and they cried for me
When I called your name only silence came back to me.
I called the earth and she befriended me
I called the sky and she watched over me.
I called the seas and they refreshed me.
When I whispered your name only silence came back to me.
I called the wind and he carried me
I called the fire and he lit for me
I called the animals and they sang for me
When I spoke your name only silence came back to me.
I’ve seen you pass with my very eyes
I’ve seen you smile and my heart just sighs
Let not your silence come back to me
But my name I hear as you call to me.
Life Without You
Alone in hell, I have nowhere to turn
Memories of you, my love you spurn
Unseen forces brought us together
My heart is scarred, broken forever
In my dreams, I feel your touch
My heart is full, never so much
Time heals all wounds, this is a lie
My soul is lost, wanting to die
With broken pieces, I shall carry on
Crying forever with what’s left undone
and my favorite,
Today and Again…
You’ve left, and I’m not Ok.
Yet, I don’t have an unshaved face
or holes in my shirt.
I don’t pass the nights sleepless
Don’t walk under the stars.
You’ve left, and I’m not Ok.
Yet, I didn’t take shelter in a temple
or even mumble day and night.
I didn’t admitt myself in the hospital
I wasn’t gonna escape the site.
You’ve left, and I’m not Ok.
Yet, I didn’t take a handful sleeping pills
or try to jump off the roof.
I didn’t touch any electric cable
Don’t hang around railtracks.
You’ve left, and I’m not Ok.
Yet, I wasn’t kicked out of the country
or sentenced life time prison.
I didn’t hang from the ceiling
Firing-squad didn’t put bullets in my bosom.
But life would’ve been better -
If I jumped off the roof
If I touched the electric cable
If I faced a train
If I Hanged
Or, Hugged the bullets.
Isn’t poetry just amazing?…Write a poem today and you will know the difference yourself…
