Submissions by funeral
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Poet Introduction
I love angry poetry but I do also like romantic poetry, comedic poetry, poetry that addresses real like issues and spoken word.
I'm sorry
I'm sorry, darling
You are the brightest of the lights
Yet, I failed to prove I believe that
The demons I carry got the best of me
Or shall I say the worst?
Fear is my fear
And now my fears have come true
The little boy was labeled
Now you've seen why
It wasn't the monster though,
when he told God he's ready to go
Still he reminded God he wasn't ready to lose what's dearest
Not his life, not money
Instead he seeks something he's never had
The four letter word
But his anger came into place,
nothing mattered
Until he found a...
You are the brightest of the lights
Yet, I failed to prove I believe that
The demons I carry got the best of me
Or shall I say the worst?
Fear is my fear
And now my fears have come true
The little boy was labeled
Now you've seen why
It wasn't the monster though,
when he told God he's ready to go
Still he reminded God he wasn't ready to lose what's dearest
Not his life, not money
Instead he seeks something he's never had
The four letter word
But his anger came into place,
nothing mattered
Until he found a...
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Real
I'm real
But if you don't agree, you will after this
I'm real because I tell it how it is
I'm real because I stand by my friends
I'm real because I hate seeing bullying and will beat a bullies ass to save someone I don't even know from getting bullied
I'm real because I do actually keep secrets
I'm real because I don't lie about people I don't like simply to ruin their reputation
I'm real because when I say I don't like someone I won't turn around and act like their best friend when you're not around
I'm real because I don't cheat on girls
I'm real...
But if you don't agree, you will after this
I'm real because I tell it how it is
I'm real because I stand by my friends
I'm real because I hate seeing bullying and will beat a bullies ass to save someone I don't even know from getting bullied
I'm real because I do actually keep secrets
I'm real because I don't lie about people I don't like simply to ruin their reputation
I'm real because when I say I don't like someone I won't turn around and act like their best friend when you're not around
I'm real because I don't cheat on girls
I'm real...
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Gone
You're gone now, but we will never forget
The times and memories you left us with
I still remember seeing your lifeless fall
When I think about it I clench my fists and hit the wall
But that doesn't satisfy, for I still seek revenge
I have sinful thoughts toward it and I can't repent
You know better than anyone that my anger cannot be suppressed
I will only settle for the worst to who did it and nothing less
I love you like I love my very own brother
You were my best friend and won't be replaced by any other
I saw what happened but when your mom...
The times and memories you left us with
I still remember seeing your lifeless fall
When I think about it I clench my fists and hit the wall
But that doesn't satisfy, for I still seek revenge
I have sinful thoughts toward it and I can't repent
You know better than anyone that my anger cannot be suppressed
I will only settle for the worst to who did it and nothing less
I love you like I love my very own brother
You were my best friend and won't be replaced by any other
I saw what happened but when your mom...
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Change
I woke up on January 14th, 2014 in a different place
The feeling in my chest is probably what caused the look on my face
For an hour before my mom woke up I stared out the window
Closing my eyes and putting my hands together to ask God what I'm here for
Is it for my ma? Is it for me? Is it so I can escape and be free?
It's been a year and I still wonder while I stare at the sea
Things change but I never expected this change
I'm definitely more comfortable now but it still feels strange
What scares me is that things will never be the same
But let me be clear...
The feeling in my chest is probably what caused the look on my face
For an hour before my mom woke up I stared out the window
Closing my eyes and putting my hands together to ask God what I'm here for
Is it for my ma? Is it for me? Is it so I can escape and be free?
It's been a year and I still wonder while I stare at the sea
Things change but I never expected this change
I'm definitely more comfortable now but it still feels strange
What scares me is that things will never be the same
But let me be clear...
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