Poems. Imagine that! Poems in the Poetry topic place thingy!

[Jade Angelice]

3 Poems I wrote at my old nursin' home job. Joy. It's pretty much that simple rhyming crap that anyone can do. But there's that boredom thing again. >.<


I hate it when you won’t look at me,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate it when you hate me,
I hate it when you care.

I hate it when you lie to me,
I hate it when you don’t.
I hate it when you follow me,
I hate it when you won’t.

I hate it when you touch me,
I hate when you back away.
I hate it when you leave me,
I hate it when you stay.

I hate it when you won’t listen to me,
I hate it when you pry.
I hate it when you laugh at me,
I hate it when you cry.

I hate everything about you, see?
I hate everything you do.
So why is it, please just tell me,
Why do I still love you?


Next

Last night, I had a dream,
I was in a giant hall.
No shadows could be seen,
For a white glow covered all.

Black doors lined the wall,
Doors I wanted to go through…
But my mother was also in the hall,
She held me back, saying “I love you.”

So I kept walking on,
Past the dark temptation.
Until through one door I saw,
A brand-new friend promising vacation.

I begged my mother to let me go,
She smiled sadly and complied.
As Dani left with me in tow,
Mother looked at me like I’d died.

She never stopped smiling, though,
I looked back to her now and then.
And no matter how far I would go,
She’d still be there waving again.

Dani showed me the greatest part of life,
She introduced me to all of my friends.
She saved me thrice from my own knife,
And her friendship STILL refuses to end.

Alex, I met through Dani and Tyrel,
She taught me how betrayal feels.
Filled me with longing, sent me to Hell,
And now I know what admiration steals.

Tyrel taught me the wrongness of a lie,
No matter the f**king reason,
He doesn’t like girls and pigs can fly,
And that dog just committed treason.

I’ve learned much here, and it never ends,
On this crazy roller-coaster through Hell.
I have come out with many friends,
And enemies as well.

Then something awful happened, you see,
When Dani was pulled from my side.
The darkness closed in on me,
And I thought I was going to die.

I frantically turned around to see,
Mommy waving from the door.
I could see Tyrel smiling at me;
But I couldn’t see mother anymore.

…I can’t find the light…


Next

I had a dream, though at the time I did not know I was dreaming.
I walked alone in a dark forest, crying, Why was God so unfeeling?
I moaned and I cried and I screamed and I sobbed,
I felt that from my soul, all the hope had been robbed.
Out of the darkness came a beautiful man, his skin a glowing pale white.
He had flowing ebony hair reaching to his ankles and blue eyes the color of midnight.
He helped me to my feet, wiped my eyes, and I asked “Why?”
He smiled and told me because God loved me and I had no reason to cry.
I was angry with him, how dare he? This man didn’t even know me!
He only smiled sadly, saying, “I know a great deal more than you can see.”
I wanted him to say more, but the beautiful angel would not;
He said that I need not know him, and it was my comfort that he sought.
So he held me while I cried and he dried my tears;
He held me for what seemed like one hundred years.
When I finally finished crying, my angel pulled away.
I clutched at his hand, saying “Please, angel, stay.”
He looked back at me, and now tears were his to fight.
“Do not call me that,” he cried, “I am no creature of the light.”
So now I held him and cried as he sobbed for all that he had lost.
He cried over and over that he hadn’t known what it would cost.
When he was finished crying, he got back on his feet.
He helped me to stand, staring at the tears on my cheek.
I asked him what was wrong, and again he hugged me.
“In all my long years,” he said quietly, “No one has shed tears for me.”
Then he released me, and began to walk out of sight.
I called out to him, “Please, angel, you have not spoken your name at all tonight!”
Reluctantly he turned, and his beautiful face was no more.
His skin was red, he’d grown a hideous tail, and he had two great horns.
He had become some kind of demon; he’d grown bat-wings and fur.
At my revulsion, he grinned sadly, saying, “I was once called Lucifer.”
When I could say nothing, he thanked me for my tears and again walked away.
“You’re wrong!” I called after him, and he stopped again. “Your Father cries for you every day.”
The Devil’s eyes filled with angry tears, and he wore and expression of woe.
“Do not call Him my Father,” he growled as the dream faded away…
“but I’m still crying for Him too, little one, I know.”

[ht]

I like them all, my favorite is the last one. Seems like the poems revolve around a set of people close to you, a love interest, parents, and friends......even enemies, again I really like them all, you have alot of talent..... I'm interested in what you will write next.

[Jade Angelice]

Wow...I don't think I've ever been complimented like that before. About my writing, anyhow...Thanks! ^^

[ht]

Anytime, talent deserves praise.

[Jade Angelice]

Here's an old one I found...

Darkness is my only friend;
Abysmal blackness…with no end.
Into oblivion I wish I could fall;
No life, no memories, nothing at all.

Death would be only a short-lived release;
For in Hell…one cannot achieve peace.
And now the rest of my life, I must live;
For true peace is something only Heaven can give.

So I’m living out this life which I never possessed;
And in return, I will attain eternal rest.

Next

I wake up, go to school, and then to work.
Going home, my father has found a new reason to be a Jerk.
Every single day is just like the one before…
I’m so tired, God.
I don’t want to wake up anymore.

I do not possess my life, I can have no love.
I fear now that I cannot attain that which I dream of.
This life is so worthless, I am so undeserving…
I can’t be happy, God.
Please end my yearning.

I lie in my room and I stare at the ceiling.
I work at making myself devoid of all feeling.
I leave into my own world, where I have much love…
Now I’ve closed myself off, God.
So I can’t have what I dreamt of.

No one will love me, so I will not love them.
That’s what I thought when I first began.
It was a stupid thing to think, and now I will learn…
I still love so many, God.
I am not loved in return.

I love them so much that my heart physically hurts--
When one is sad, angry, or harsh with words.
Though they do not comfort me, I strive to comfort them…
I’m too pathetic to help them, God.
Please help it all to end.

I’d do anything just to get them to smile.
Because it makes me feel loved, like this life is worthwhile.
Perhaps I think that through their happiness, I can find mine…
I need your help, God.
Please help me to shine.

When they smile at me, I feel so important.
Perhaps I’m not so insignificant.
Maybe my life isn’t so pointless…
Maybe you’re helping me, God.
Maybe I’ll come away from the loneliness.

But…though sometimes I feel needed, still I can see;
That smile as they do, they’ll never truly love me.
My happiness will remain on some faraway shelf.
And I still want to die, God.
I still hate myself.

I will never find a place that is truly home.
I beg for your help, God…
I’m so afraid to be alone.

[Immoral]

Here's an old one I found...

Darkness is my only friend;
Abysmal blackness…with no end.
Into oblivion I wish I could fall;
No life, no memories, nothing at all.

Death would be only a short-lived release;
For in Hell…one cannot achieve peace.
And now the rest of my life, I must live;
For true peace is something only Heaven can give.

So I’m living out this life which I never possessed;
And in return, I will attain eternal rest.

Next

I wake up, go to school, and then to work.
Going home, my father has found a new reason to be a Jerk.
Every single day is just like the one before…
I’m so tired, God.
I don’t want to wake up anymore.

I do not possess my life, I can have no love.
I fear now that I cannot attain that which I dream of.
This life is so worthless, I am so undeserving…
I can’t be happy, God.
Please end my yearning.

I lie in my room and I stare at the ceiling.
I work at making myself devoid of all feeling.
I leave into my own world, where I have much love…
Now I’ve closed myself off, God.
So I can’t have what I dreamt of.

No one will love me, so I will not love them.
That’s what I thought when I first began.
It was a stupid thing to think, and now I will learn…
I still love so many, God.
I am not loved in return.

I love them so much that my heart physically hurts--
When one is sad, angry, or harsh with words.
Though they do not comfort me, I strive to comfort them…
I’m too pathetic to help them, God.
Please help it all to end.

I’d do anything just to get them to smile.
Because it makes me feel loved, like this life is worthwhile.
Perhaps I think that through their happiness, I can find mine…
I need your help, God.
Please help me to shine.

When they smile at me, I feel so important.
Perhaps I’m not so insignificant.
Maybe my life isn’t so pointless…
Maybe you’re helping me, God.
Maybe I’ll come away from the loneliness.

But…though sometimes I feel needed, still I can see;
That smile as they do, they’ll never truly love me.
My happiness will remain on some faraway shelf.
And I still want to die, God.
I still hate myself.

I will never find a place that is truly home.
I beg for your help, God…
I’m so afraid to be alone.that first one is bad ass

if you find more do post em

[ht]

It seems we have alot of the same thoughts, when I read the second one, it really is a deep and feeling filled poem. The first one is real good, but the second one brought out more feeling and it was more personal. The first poem is really sad and I can relate to it, both of mine are sad too. On a final note, good job and post more, just hope your mood changes to happier thoughts and happier experiences cause it's not healthy to be depressed and unhappy all the time, I should know.... still very tallented and it grows more by each poem

[Jade Angelice]

Here's some more emotional crap. I should start an emo band. Woo-hooo.

One

Existence--cold, dark, and desolate.
All I have is my despair.
Sometimes lies will come to comfort me,
But in the end, all I have is myself.
Because everyone else lies too,
and all we have are ourselves.
We are alone.
I am alone.

Two

I can't stand it anymore
I never wanted to be part of this game.
You knew from the moment you walked in the door.
That in the end all you could offer was pain.

Why, then, did you pretend?
Why did you let me love you?
Why wouldn't you be my friend?
All I ever wanted was the truth.

I just wanted to see who you really are.
I wanted you to be yourself.
I never thought it would go that far.
I never meant to show you myself.

I wanted to show you something,
I wanted you to see...
That you would be loved for ALL of your being..
That around me you could be free.

But I guess you didn't WANT to look.
You didn't want to see.
That a person could love you for being you..
And now you'll never be free.

I thought at first that you cared too much...
About the feelings of others.
Now I see that I was off by much;
This is the real truth, "lover."

You're obsessed with yourself,
With your appearance to others.
With the way everyone else sees you.
You want everyone else to see you as perfect.

I see it now in everything you do.
So now I know why I couldn't help you.
No matter how hard I tried.
No matter how much I loved you
Everything you said was a lie.

Now I wonder how you sleep at night
When your entire life is pretend
When you don't really care about anyone else...
I might be glad we've come to an end.

Everything I said and did
Was because I thought it's what you wanted.
None of those things were for me..
But your dishonesty is so damned undaunted.

There were only two things about us that I loved.
The first was when we'd go to sleep.
The peace and safety I felt I'd only ever dreamt of...
You can have all the other memories, that one, I'll keep.

The other was when you cried to me
I felt so important and needed, like you cared.
Though I guess I was a fool not to see...

I was always the reason for your despair.

And still a fool because I dream always..

That we could fall asleep together again.

[frank]

I don't know about an emo band. I do know about poetry and writing. I also know that many talented people assume a self-deprecatory attitude when displaying their works in public. You aren't being fair to yourself when you adopt an attitude of cynical criticism. There are enough critics out here that will do that

These are good works, Jade. "One" is short and for the shortness must convey the message of lonely sadness that much more powerfully. You were quite successful in making me feel lonely.

"Two" for all it's length, still conveyed an important message of the impossible logic of love. That being thst love knows no logic. It operates on it's own terms. As you very strongly show us in this work.

Thank you for sharing these good works.

[frank]

3 Poems I wrote at my old nursin' home job. Joy. It's pretty much that simple rhyming crap that anyone can do. But there's that boredom thing again. >.<


I hate it when you won’t look at me,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate it when you hate me,
I hate it when you care.

I hate it when you lie to me,
I hate it when you don’t.
I hate it when you follow me,
I hate it when you won’t.

I hate it when you touch me,
I hate when you back away.
I hate it when you leave me,
I hate it when you stay.

I hate it when you won’t listen to me,
I hate it when you pry.
I hate it when you laugh at me,
I hate it when you cry.

I hate everything about you, see?
I hate everything you do.
So why is it, please just tell me,
Why do I still love you?


Next

Last night, I had a dream,
I was in a giant hall.
No shadows could be seen,
For a white glow covered all.

Black doors lined the wall,
Doors I wanted to go through…
But my mother was also in the hall,
She held me back, saying “I love you.”

So I kept walking on,
Past the dark temptation.
Until through one door I saw,
A brand-new friend promising vacation.

I begged my mother to let me go,
She smiled sadly and complied.
As Dani left with me in tow,
Mother looked at me like I’d died.

She never stopped smiling, though,
I looked back to her now and then.
And no matter how far I would go,
She’d still be there waving again.

Dani showed me the greatest part of life,
She introduced me to all of my friends.
She saved me thrice from my own knife,
And her friendship STILL refuses to end.

Alex, I met through Dani and Tyrel,
She taught me how betrayal feels.
Filled me with longing, sent me to Hell,
And now I know what admiration steals.

Tyrel taught me the wrongness of a lie,
No matter the f**king reason,
He doesn’t like girls and pigs can fly,
And that dog just committed treason.

I’ve learned much here, and it never ends,
On this crazy roller-coaster through Hell.
I have come out with many friends,
And enemies as well.

Then something awful happened, you see,
When Dani was pulled from my side.
The darkness closed in on me,
And I thought I was going to die.

I frantically turned around to see,
Mommy waving from the door.
I could see Tyrel smiling at me;
But I couldn’t see mother anymore.

…I can’t find the light…


Next

I had a dream, though at the time I did not know I was dreaming.
I walked alone in a dark forest, crying, Why was God so unfeeling?
I moaned and I cried and I screamed and I sobbed,
I felt that from my soul, all the hope had been robbed.
Out of the darkness came a beautiful man, his skin a glowing pale white.
He had flowing ebony hair reaching to his ankles and blue eyes the color of midnight.
He helped me to my feet, wiped my eyes, and I asked “Why?”
He smiled and told me because God loved me and I had no reason to cry.
I was angry with him, how dare he? This man didn’t even know me!
He only smiled sadly, saying, “I know a great deal more than you can see.”
I wanted him to say more, but the beautiful angel would not;
He said that I need not know him, and it was my comfort that he sought.
So he held me while I cried and he dried my tears;
He held me for what seemed like one hundred years.
When I finally finished crying, my angel pulled away.
I clutched at his hand, saying “Please, angel, stay.”
He looked back at me, and now tears were his to fight.
“Do not call me that,” he cried, “I am no creature of the light.”
So now I held him and cried as he sobbed for all that he had lost.
He cried over and over that he hadn’t known what it would cost.
When he was finished crying, he got back on his feet.
He helped me to stand, staring at the tears on my cheek.
I asked him what was wrong, and again he hugged me.
“In all my long years,” he said quietly, “No one has shed tears for me.”
Then he released me, and began to walk out of sight.
I called out to him, “Please, angel, you have not spoken your name at all tonight!”
Reluctantly he turned, and his beautiful face was no more.
His skin was red, he’d grown a hideous tail, and he had two great horns.
He had become some kind of demon; he’d grown bat-wings and fur.
At my revulsion, he grinned sadly, saying, “I was once called Lucifer.”
When I could say nothing, he thanked me for my tears and again walked away.
“You’re wrong!” I called after him, and he stopped again. “Your Father cries for you every day.”
The Devil’s eyes filled with angry tears, and he wore and expression of woe.
“Do not call Him my Father,” he growled as the dream faded away…
“but I’m still crying for Him too, little one, I know.”

Of these, the first one dealing with the impossibility of love's knowledge and requirements is sad and happy at the same time. Sad, of course, for unrequited love, but happy that love exists.

The second, of a nightmare dream, or what you chose to frame as a nightmare dream is disturbing. The agony of a child betrayed is so difficult to capture, but you gave us, the readers, insight into the pure emotion of a child betrayed for no good reason.

The third must have taken some courage to write. It's a subject that most people stay away from altogether, much less being brave enough to show the mortal world the perhaps gentle enemy which Satan can become.

Thank you for these, also.

[frank]

If you don't mind a very small suggestion, I would like to see your poems entered separately, rather than as comments. That way, we would
have the benefit of each of your works as an individual entry. Just an idea. ^^