Post by hez on Apr 28, 2007 21:06:17 GMT
Hey everyone im a great fan of poetry and love writting it! here is a few pieces of my work if u want to use it at all please ask permission first as they are all very personal! Thankyou hope you enjoy 
Remembering
As I kneel by your gravestone.
I listen to people around me morn.
I remember when we would sit by the fire.
Or when we played swings and I would shout higher.
I wipe away a tear as I sit by your grave.
Remembering you told me I had to be brave.
Leaving at peace and a settled mind.
I know your around and easy to find.
Always with me that’s where you’ll be.
Inside my heart you’re a part of me.
Reality of violence
I stare into the water
Ignoring violence and slaughter
I wash the red off my hands
Trying to forget war and its fans
Gangsters and guns
Chasing their funds
Power and greed
Children in need
Reality is here
No truth is dear!
My garden
I stand in my garden and look around
Here I know peace is found.
The birds sing and the flowers grow
my secret garden only I know.
Standing in a jungle tall as can be
surrounded by nature only me.
My garden so beautiful just for me
Heaven on earth always will be.
Here is an atmosphere builder
Night footsteps
Darkness is like a swamp it over whelms you and you can't escape it. The sound of rain against my coat, keeps me aware of my surroundings.
My footsteps soggy and slow. The moon lighting my way, shining on the puddles making a glittering path.
Cars pass blinding me with their headlights, deafening me with their booming music. Again silence comes, leaving me with the sound of rain and my wet footsteps, next to the lifeless road with blocked drains is me walking alone with no purpose.
Eventually I got to my flat. Dripping with rainwater drip drip, drip. I managed to get into the dank and mouldy room, after struggling through the rusty, rotten door. No one to keep me company; apart from half a bottle of vodka. I turned on the light to find that it's broken. I groaned to myself, grabbed the bottle of vodka and slumped into my dusty armchair.
I sat in the dark with the vodka still unable to escape my misery, unable to escape the dark.
Remembering
As I kneel by your gravestone.
I listen to people around me morn.
I remember when we would sit by the fire.
Or when we played swings and I would shout higher.
I wipe away a tear as I sit by your grave.
Remembering you told me I had to be brave.
Leaving at peace and a settled mind.
I know your around and easy to find.
Always with me that’s where you’ll be.
Inside my heart you’re a part of me.
Reality of violence
I stare into the water
Ignoring violence and slaughter
I wash the red off my hands
Trying to forget war and its fans
Gangsters and guns
Chasing their funds
Power and greed
Children in need
Reality is here
No truth is dear!
My garden
I stand in my garden and look around
Here I know peace is found.
The birds sing and the flowers grow
my secret garden only I know.
Standing in a jungle tall as can be
surrounded by nature only me.
My garden so beautiful just for me
Heaven on earth always will be.
Here is an atmosphere builder
Night footsteps
Darkness is like a swamp it over whelms you and you can't escape it. The sound of rain against my coat, keeps me aware of my surroundings.
My footsteps soggy and slow. The moon lighting my way, shining on the puddles making a glittering path.
Cars pass blinding me with their headlights, deafening me with their booming music. Again silence comes, leaving me with the sound of rain and my wet footsteps, next to the lifeless road with blocked drains is me walking alone with no purpose.
Eventually I got to my flat. Dripping with rainwater drip drip, drip. I managed to get into the dank and mouldy room, after struggling through the rusty, rotten door. No one to keep me company; apart from half a bottle of vodka. I turned on the light to find that it's broken. I groaned to myself, grabbed the bottle of vodka and slumped into my dusty armchair.
I sat in the dark with the vodka still unable to escape my misery, unable to escape the dark.
