Anonymous Poems

1. Epilogue To The Padlock 8/11/2015
2. Nerve thy soul with doctrines noble 10/15/2015
3. Erle of Tolous 10/27/2015
4. Lay le Freine 10/27/2015
5. Although things are not perfect 11/10/2015
6. Red River Valley 11/14/2015
7. The Devil's Nine Questions 11/25/2015
8. The Cruel Mother 11/25/2015
9. Christmas Presents 12/14/2015
10. Santa's New Idea 12/14/2015
11. The Night After Christmas 12/14/2015
12. Christmas is Coming 12/14/2015
13. I'll Stretch It a Little 2/3/2016
14. The Bridge Builder 2/3/2016
15. I Shall Be Married on Monday Morning 2/16/2016
16. Twelfth Song of Thunder 2/19/2016
17. Moo, Moo, Brown Cow 3/25/2016
18. The Owl and the Fox 7/20/2016
19. Emare 10/27/2015
20. Sir Gowther 10/27/2015
21. On A Tired Housewife 3/20/2015
22. The Nameless Maiden 3/20/2015
23. Little Lessons 3/20/2015
24. Sir Degare 10/27/2015
25. The Unquiet Grave 7/14/2015
26. I Eat My Peas with Honey 7/22/2015
27. Sister Without Peer 2/12/2015
28. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
29. There Once Was A Man From Nantucket 2/3/2015
30. Mr Nobody 4/22/2015
31. Lend a Hand 2/3/2016
32. The Twelve Days Of Christmas 12/15/2014
33. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
34. Death Of An Innocent 3/21/2015
35. May In The Green-Wood 1/4/2003
36. Courage 1/3/2015
37. The Bonny Earl Of Murray 1/4/2003
38. Phillada Flouts Me 1/4/2003
39. When Flora Had O'Erfret The Firth 1/4/2003
40. Godfrey Gordon 1/3/2003

Comments about Anonymous

  • 12 Months (3/8/2018 9:29:00 PM)

    Remember me?
    The girl you come to when you’re in need.
    The girl who’s always waiting at the corner until someone approaches me.
    The girl who’s ready to answer with a “yes” when someone asks.
    The girl who’s ready to sacrifice her time just for the sake of one.
    The girl who will do anything when one asks without a single plead.
    The real question is, will you remember that girl when you’re done?

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  • l o v e l y (3/7/2018 2:10:00 PM)

    you broke me like a child breaks a plate. you apologized but did not have the decency to sweep me up.

  • M A Brooks (2/19/2018 11:07:00 PM)

    In 1958, a man named Arthur W. Reason came to our school in St. Louis, MO and read a poem that he wrote to my class, entitled, Mr. Nobody. All I remember is there was a man upon the stair, a little man who wasn't there. It had a similar premise as the poem listed here by Anonymous.

  • marusia (1/4/2018 11:05:00 AM)

    Good that I don’t have a gun
    Otherwise it will shoot
    In my head, boom and I’m gone.
    Good there is no gun
    It would not lay down
    Boom, completed cruel plan.
    Maybe I should get one?
    A tiny little gun?
    Good, to have a gun
    With shaking hands, I raise it up
    Sorry for the things I left undone.

  • mr cc of m (12/26/2017 7:43:00 PM)

    The day after.

    The day after what would I see?

    Dad having a reality check?

    mums head a total wreck?

    partner totally lost without a clue?

    Brother cannot understand that he now is one and not two?

    friends gathered around

    To never hear again my unique sound?

    My cat sat on my empty chair

    Myself in a pit of despair

    Why did I have to go there?

  • euphoria (11/22/2017 10:28:00 AM)

    earth has a pulse
    a heartbeat rhythmic
    coursing through streams
    gentle, playful, intense,
    invigorating, daunting
    sail out into the
    great ocean and
    with arms outstretched
    reach for the heavens
    palms an invitation, yearning,
    pleading, finally grasping
    feel the expanse seep into
    the soul - a glass bowl
    empty of all else -
    feel the soul dive into
    the seas, soar into the
    skies -
    and find the heartbeat of the earth

  • Anonymous Raider (8/7/2015 5:18:00 PM)


    I hadn't been exposed to drugs, didn't have a clue what being high was and little did I know shortly after I would fall madly in love.

    I remember like it was yesterday, the day I met my supplier. Made it seem like we were friends, but he was just a really good liar.

    My first year in college I heard about a really big shindig. I didn't have many friends, so I attended.

    Everyone there seemed to be having a blast. I tried to talk to some people but they would just walk off and laugh. Trying so hard to fit in but no one paid me attention. I just sat by myself depressed and full of tension.

    Then this dude came over and asked: What up son? Rule number one at any party is that you gotta have fun. I got the right thing for ya. Its a definite creeper. It goes by the name of marijuana but many call it reefer.

    Oh yeah? I think I like the sound of that.

    That's right, I know what attracts. I'll get you started with a dime bag,1/8th sack or q pack. And just so you feel secure, I got another one you can pour. Courage in a bottle, that'll have you goin' full throttle. This one will hit you quicker and it goes by the name liquor.

    I woke up the next day smiling about the previous night. There was a fine girl in my bed and don't remember getting into any sort of fights. Must have been the alcohol, cuz I know I had a ball. Taught me to be sociable and how to stand tall. And best believe the weed had my body sedated, mind stimulated and left me completely elated.

    I built a rapport with my supplier over the next few weeks. I was smoking and drinking a lot so they started to become weak. One day I asked him if he had something new this time. He offered a white powder that he fashioned into a set of lines.

    On your mark, get set, go. Let me introduce you to blow. One sniff of this and you'll feel like you're ruler of the globe.

    Boy was he right, I felt fantastic. As soon as it hit me, my brain was doing gymnastics.
    I cared less about studies letting them fall by the wayside. Instead my dealer became my professor, something more like a life guide.

    It seemed like from that point on I was off to the races. Couldn't recall the names of the people I did drugs with and barely remembered their faces. We dropped acid, popped pills, and snorted so much coke. Then one day my dealer came by and showed me how to smoke crack and shoot dope.

    These little rocks are like a high price whore. She'll do you so good, you'll be begging for more. Smoke them the same way you might toke on some grass. Spark them up with fire in a piece made of glass. And the heroin can be used just like the cocaine; through the nasal membranes. Or as most people prefer, injected directly into their veins.

    From that point on, my mind was gone. I looked a wreck and couldn't keep my life in check. The only thing for which I gave a shit, was finding where I planned to get the next hit. There was no way I'd end the habit, even though I wanted so badly to quit.

    I had dropped out of school and started acting a fool. Pawned everything I possessed in order to score and in the process ended up homeless and poor. I was too blind to see that so many people cared for me. Damn, I must've drove my family and friends crazy not knowing what I was doing or where I might be.

    Finding myself in an abandoned building, I wondered why life was worth living. Searching the floor for more like it was a chore, I came across the body of another soulless nobody. Next to her sat a bag, some syringes and dirty needles. At this point I don't think I have to tell you what that mixture equals. I quickly found a usable spot to stick amongst a thousand track marks. Once the substance hit my bloodstream, my vision started to get dark.

    Now came the time for me to die and make my way to the other side. Getting wise in my very last moments alive, I realized: What a low life I had become and all the damage that was done. Knowing I did it all to fit in and have fun.

    With that last gasp of breath, I closed my eyes and welcomed death. When I opened them I found that I was back at the party sitting by myself. I was oblivious to what had occurred and what I had endured. So when the same guy came over to offer me smoke and drink, I didn't really know what to think.

    So, knowing with this decision you had everything to lose, which one would you propose I choose? Would you feel behooved to use like you had something to prove? Or elect to reject what others expect?

  • dustin foster (2/7/2015 9:09:00 AM)

    The prison cell In your mind you sit Your mind consumed by the darkness that creeps at the bottom. You want the normal things In life love,sex,overall blinding happiness. Put you can only see it through the bars rusty cold grimy steel bars.. I sit in my prison cell tears in hands Hands on eyes cowarding in the corner wishing i could be on the other side join society blindly prancing about. Instead im stuck in a hell a prison cell that i caused out of my own bad habbits as a child still a child..sensitive but strong But stubborn Now in my cell i see the cloud of darkness is stretched around my cell an those of my common felons Who lead an everyday life who have depleted an turned into monsters. For some reason i feel an bearing to serve them justice to atone for my own sins or sins i want to commit. But i am not worthy enough for that honor.because that would make me a hypocrite.a felon of my own sins yes but a hypocrite no.honor as a felon is all i have goin for me but it also destroys me if i lose my honor i might as well be shived In my prison cell...

  • Angelo Mateus (6/13/2013 9:01:00 AM)

    Im making a song out of this... i know its anonymous but... how can i let the author know? lol

  • A Aa (1/12/2012 6:39:00 PM)

    You don't love me over here anymore
    because city lights don't glimmer on my marble floor.

    And every kiss that i gave you, you never went searching for.
    Waiting gently for you to tell me that you want more.

    Your soul still lies empty
    as you think about the past.
    And wishing you had the things,
    you know would never last.
    Why can't you move on and focus on what's ahead,
    you'd rather dread misery, dispair and loss of love instead.

    But i see on you a light,
    shining a ray of hope,
    right now its not much,
    but the tip of a saving rope.
    Soon you'll be pulled near and forget all of your fear,
    as the dawn breaks in you, the Spirit will soon draw near.

    And love will be your new home,
    where your heart can rest and sleep.

    you can bask in the light shown,
    where the living water runs deep.

Best Poem of Anonymous

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to ...

Read the full of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Edom O'Gordon

It fell about the Martinmas,
When the wind blew shrill and cauld,
Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
'We maun draw to a hauld.

'And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
My merry men and me?
We will gae to the house of the Rodes,
To see that fair ladye.'

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