Do not stand by my grave and weep,
For I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
...
There's a beautiful Angel
sent from up above
but she's and evil Angel
the heavans call her love
...
His eyes where of darkness
Reflected from his soul
His heart had been shattered
Left broken and cold
...
Fingers of ice
stroking smooth skin
grotesque actions
about to begin.
...
Nobody understands,
what I've been through.
My poetry isn't just poetry,
the feelings are true.
...
There's an angel on my shoulder,
asking me whats wrong?
and as i speak the words to her
she starts to sing a song
...
I can't hear your voice anymore,
Or hear you calling my name,
No, I can't remember it anymore,
Or call you after a foot ball game.
...
Painting on a beautiful smile, pretending to care
Acting innocent, in reality I'm harsh mean and unfair
Glowing eyes that sparkle, covering up all the lies
Everyone loves me, but I'm happily living in disguise
...
Secrets hidden well,
To cover up the shame,
Memories suppressed inside,
To bring relief from the pain.
...
Here we go again
You're all in my face
You keep telling me
That I should know my place
...
I dont know what to believe
i dont know what to say
everything seems to get worse
with each passing day
...
You are the cause
You are my pain
You are the reason
I'm going insane
...
I am a daughter, A sister, A grandaughter, a neice, A cousin and a friend,
I am a partner, A student,
A young girl and a grown woman,
i am confident and scared,
...
It was born not long ago,
i was just a kid i didn't know
when my mom and dad fell apart.
It grew inside of me, deep inside my heart.
...
You built these walls around you
To try to encage yourself
Turning your back on the world
Forever refusing all help
...
I'm a poet with broken wings,
an artist with scarred hands,
I'm the beast bound by chains,
a shadow afraid of the dark.
...
Running, hiding, yelling, screaming,
tears coming, steadily streaming,
Why can't you just let me be,
so I can wallow in misery.
...
I wish the words you say
that strike like lightening would give me
1
2
...
I never stopped to realize,
how lonely I would be.
Because I never thought the day would come,
when you'd grow tired of me.
...
Hey people! ! I'm Nikole and I'm 16 years old. I love to write poetry and I have been writing for quite a while now. Please read my poems and comment. Feel free to message me with any advice about the subjects on which I write about or how to improve my writing. XOXO, Kolee)
I Am Not There
Do not stand by my grave and weep,
For I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
or the diamonds that sparkle in the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
and the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the soft, uplifting rush
of butterflies in joyous flight.
I am the stars' quiet sparkle in the dead of the night.
Do not stand on my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.
I read your biography.... you have progressed so much since you started. the evidence is in your poems, how they have evolved is quite good. I have to say that i like your poem that has now become my anthom and name sake. Face without a name.