(4/21/2013 12:52:00 AM)
Nothing comes to mind when you think.
There's nothing there on the brink.
It seems to have went all down the sink.
When ask a question you can only stare and blink.
You are thoughtless with nothing to think.
(4/11/2013 6:45:00 PM)
Far and deep
in their sleep
Our words easily forgotten
Unlike clothes that a warrior had fought in
The dark abysse
Slowly falling like sand through the hour glass
We may feel like nothing
like a drop in the ocean
like dust in the wind
(4/10/2013 6:56:00 AM)
All I want is you love. i love you so much it hurt. when i think about you i cant breath, because you are my air breath. i feel lose with you. if i have go to hell and back just to be with you just for one day i will because i know God understands how much i love you.i love so much i will die for you. you are my oxygen if i cant breath, so how can breath with you. you my eyes if cant see. i will tell the world how much i love you. people will know how i care you, i am incomplete with you beside. i love you girl.
(4/3/2013 7:12:00 PM)
Ok, so this is an outline for a poem. I'll be replacing lines with more filled out sentences and nicer words. I was wondering if anyone would immediately like to offer advice on sentence changes, or poetic direction specifically?The poem's story is about a boy who is told bad news by a dr. and he has to go through all this terrible treatment just to buy some time.
The air is mild and dry
The rooms neatly organized
clean and familiar
A boring, common decor
He'd probably call it
If his mind wasn't already at war
With his hands clenched tightly
The man in white sat him down
and spoke words that
almost brought him to the ground
To which he barely reacted
" You do Understand?" the man
in white asked
" Yes, terminal." He responded
The proding and pain starts
As the final leaf caresses the dirt
the time has come to extend
his time on earth
A bright light blinds him
No time to sink it all in
Countless hours of illness
sickness and pain
He is left with the same thought
repeating in his head
Do I die because I was born, or was I born to die?
(3/31/2013 2:22:00 AM)
Hello everyone.....I happen to post 44 poems and they sound good in my head but your ideas n thoughts are important to know how worthy they are, afterall I am nothing without you.Be my guest and share what you feel.
(3/11/2013 2:31:00 AM)
Be in quest of a place from the surroundings,
to seek the arcana of the Nature.
with whole heart seeped into.
as if shuttling between the numerous peals without time
till pure white lights lighting my mind,
flowing and coagulating then again
into a icy spherocrystal for me to savour.
Linda Neill Poet Digter
(1/31/2013 3:06:00 PM)
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I am Eve
I am day
I am woman
God made me this way
I am rib
I am love
I am Adams’ dove
Adam’s love made me this way
Copyright Linda Neill
Linda Neill Poet Digter
(1/31/2013 3:05:00 PM)
Lament¹ of loom²
I am not saying a word
name me silent
I feel violent
tears are my sword.
I smile as I try to
bury the pain
I will refrain
so I reach high to
be in blossom and bloom
to bury the lament of loom.
Don’t try to understand my longing
a lament of loom
it is a mocking bird’s song
but I will continue going
knowing it will become a joyful song
¹Lament- mourn; cry for; ²Loom - appear
(1/19/2013 4:25:00 PM)
Torn and empty but struggle on
Captive in a world that I don't belong
Years of frustration, thoughts turned ill
When I fell victim to the gates of steel
Exhausted hope, diverse cries
Being observed by disrupted eyes
Tears are flowing forming streams
The toughest men broke down in screams
Walls stained with terror and sorrow
Invaded by fear that's hard to swallow
Violence brews, you can taste the tension
Blood will spill without a mention
I solely lay and reminisce
On little things I never thought I'll miss
Like running round in a open space
To feel the breeze against my face
To see the moon and starry skies
The dawning sun as it begins to rise
I bless the day I walked out that gate
For some this place will be there fate
My tormented mind has been engraved
With scars from being a government slave
(1/17/2013 1:46:00 AM)
was thinking about performing this as a spoken word poem.. please give me some tips and hints
taught by your actions, oops i forgot your words..
I wish I knew where to start, I really wish I had the words to say.
But my mouth is dry hence my lips stay sealed as I stand in awe of the things you do.
Actually it's the things you say but never do that hurt me the most.
You lifted me from the ground where I lay in peace just to let me fall and shatter to pieces.
You set me on a pinnacle of promises and there I was standing on false hopes.
Little did I know your actions preyed on me, waiting to push me off and watch as I fall to my demise?
The worst part about is how you taught me to live life but you can't even live up to that same lie.
You were my role model so I took the remote and tuned in to your channel
It looked so smooth but you told me never ever to even try touching it.
You did it so well but told me not to try learning it.
Sadly with every huffing word you puffed it in my face
Dad how could you tell me not to smoke when you made me taste it?
How can I stop craving this treat you showed me because I you it got me enticed.
So since passive isn't enough let me step into your shoes and be active enough because just like you is what I'm supposed be.
I came to you because you were my role model; I sit with you so show me how it's done
How could you tell me how to live life when you can't even live up to that same lie?
I thought you taught me how to love because you told me you loved me.
I knew I had found my teacher so I laced up my shoes and watched your footsteps.
So with every move I followed your footsteps and this shouldn't surprise you.
Ohh wow, so much for surprises because you are the one who surprised me.
I hit the door but you hit the door before me only difference is that I forgot my bags, ohh wait you never reminded me to pack.
Mommy where are you going, why employ the door when it's love you should deploy..?(Sigh, tears)
Oh well, I might as well snap out of memory lane because these divorce papers won't to sign themselves
I look at my wife as she wipes away her tears but as for this marriage I can't take it anymore.
Momma you told me that love never gives, too bad you never heard your echoes because your actions taught me twisted versions of those volumes.
Wherever you are I hope you can hear me because how could you teach me to live life when you couldn't live that lie?
I said amen the day you spoke about it, the whole church loved it the day you preached it
Even the guy who sat next to me adored you every Sunday because of how you said it and before I go on let me introduce him to you dad, he's going to be the father of this baby I carry.
I always thought life was picture perfect but those were lies that made me feel like it was worth it
You preached against murder but in my ear you whispered abortion.
You shout out repentance but in your house you withhold forgiveness.
Two-face was a villain but you are worse than the demon that haunts me, wait you are that demon.
You teach how to live life but you have made it a lie because you yourself couldn't live that lie
I'm in pain because it's so loud inside my head with words I never said,
Best part about it is that I don't regret my silence.
I'm not going to be like you and act like a noisy monster
I'm not going to be like you so I'll hold my words
I'll speak not the volumes I can't live out
I'll lead my kids by example, hug my wife and tear the divorce papers, give birth to my baby and marry the father,
If actions speak louder than words, let my actions speaker your language twice as fluent.
I'm done talking let's start acting