a feeling we must hold,
hold it on to cherrish,
when you need something bold,
to hold and to protect,
to protect the aging light
and not to be ashamed of it
or hold it out of sight,
to some love is a game,
to others its a tool,
tosome they think
tofall in love makes you a fool
and still love has yet to come and take away
this empty hole whithin my sole
as I hear the voice on the wind.
Were is she, were is she?
the voice on the wind
where is she?
To people who dont understand
why I stand and fight
the forces of darkness
while it fades the light
but what am I fighting for a soldiers whim,
or mabye a love of a woman
that gaping hole withn,
to love and to hold till death do us part
at that point i feel a dagger in my heart
when will this hole depart
and I hear the voice in the wind
were is she? where is she?
the voice in the wind
Where is she?
Oh please reveal yourself my lost true love
in any way or form even as a dove
as tears run down my cold weary face
my feet started to quicken in pace
where am I going i do not know
yet there is only one place i can go
to find my true love and corress her
warmly, kindly gentaly in my arms
OH PLEASE! OH PLEASE! OH PLEASE! TELL ME YOUR THERE!!
I Shouted in the dark and stagnant air
But no answer I heard, I felt a cold stair,
Leering out at me in the midnight air,
And I heard the voice on the wind
Where is she, Where is she?
The Voice in the wind
where is she?
Author
SquallnRinoa4eva
Please comment on this poem i wrote. It is sad, but its how I feel when its on this subject.
The spelling was fine.
maybe because the way you spell it…
never mind, it’s just that does this poem is about two people in love or involves others…
and why not you emphasis more on other aspects such as friendship, candour and sincerety…
i mean, you intend to continue it with the same aspect as the previous one or you have another idea to clarify more…
maybe more on innerly and less on physically…
On to her blond hair,
her eyes were sparkiling,
like amathysts they were there,
I stood there in the halway,
a madien she was fair,
I fantasied about passionate love
with her with he fair golden hair,
With a fright I started to see,
that she had noticed me,
She started to walk over slim and perfectly.
"May I help you." she did say,
Oh Hyne, give me words I prayed,
Allas none came out.
All I did was stare,
Stare at her golden hair.
She looked at me quite odly,
and then she flashed a smile,
A smile capable of imitating,
the passion I fantasized for a while.
Then I felt the cold,
as she walked up a flight of stairs,
and in my horror a sight,
she met up with a young man,
his dark hair was shining in the light,
I thought im not going to beat him in a fight,
and yet she asked him something,
"none of your bissness" he yelled,
she just started to laugh,
he looked angry I could tell.
So she smiled like she did to me ,
I then realised those two were destained to be,
But I then realised a few years after,
After Squall found Rinoa more,
attractive to adore,
I realised she was true love
Quistis was my destiny,
Nida and her,
we’re ment to be.
Stair at her golden hair.
maybe it should be like this:
All i did was stare
Stare at her golden hair
Because stair is kinda like ladder, like?…
Nadi and her,
who is Nadi?…
After Squall found Rinoa more,
attractive and to adore,
I realised she was true love
Quistis was my destiny,
and that means squall still with rinoa, right…
quistis was my destiny?…maybe it’s fate…
but who knows…fate is unpredictable…
or you want mine?…
at this moment, i have no idea…
maybe tomorrow i’ll make my poem…
it’s already midnight here, and i can’t concentrate…
i promise, tomorrow will be the best day in my life…really?…
Since I first existed
I have no intention
To confront alone
Sometimes I thought
That I should get myself a clone
I ain�t lonely
Just to make sure
That I won�t be on my own
Still, my life is mine
It is mine for eternity
My life is precious
Never meant to ruin
Candour and sincerity
Kindness and courtesy
As long as I breath
I receive guidance
And notice it
That the calls I got
I shall hold to them
When the story goes
No one bother to know
And when I die
That�s where the airship of my despair
Flying�with glee
sorry i’m late…i made it first in malay, then i translate it into english, so it looks a bit chaotic…i think my poem is bad…haha…
It’s good
what do you mean, mr denny?…
I’m just not that confident on my poetry, and I can Imagine alot of "DIE EMO FAGGOT" comments.
i can’t wait to see it…
And this coming from the person who sent this PM to Prak? (Thread 28217).
Bullshit.
squallnrinoa4eva, do you think that my poem is good?…
i just wrote it after i played RE4 pro mode today…
maybe i inspired by that game…
but dude, just make sure you don’t do that stupid thing again…
if you’re insulted by other people, just be cool…
and people will respected you all the way…
and i wonder, when will redbat make his poem…
and another one dude, don’t make double or triple post…
just use the edit button if you wish to add something…
don’t be sad…
not all people hates you because of what you did…
you have already apologize, so what’s the big deal anyway…
so, keep continuing with your next poem (if you have an idea)…
The only one I’m willing to put on here is too short, and my other ones are very painful to talk about.
it’ll be great if you share it with us…
I sometimes wish I had my own black hole,
To swear to cruse in my own black hole,
But yesterday made me realize,
It doesnt bring me further to my goal,
I need to aplolgise I have been a fool I know,
And Im sorry if I hurt anyone though.
Idont understand the way it works,
the way these feelings grow,
But I wrote this short poem for you to know,
How sorry I feel to my so called foe,
I realise that you are not, I left it to rot,
So maby we could start again some way.
Mabye not today but could we atleast try to start,
And im begging from my heart,
Please let me be your friend to stay.
even if you have to
bother to care
bother to share
let it be
friends or foes
forgiveness is what that mean
mind to feel
mind to see
for everything
that should be
Although it maybe hard to hear,
The fear I felt has now gone,
I accept diablo with open arms,
And untill my friend he feels the same way,
I shall wait hope and pray.
For the understanding, is hear to stay,
You helped me to open my eyes and show me the way,
Thank you my friends ekinserge, Redbat and even YR too, I wont let you down,
Ill come running without a frown,
For friends are here so they never drown,
In thier tears of sorrow, or fears of tomorrow.
(Could you give some feedback please, I think its way too harsh to be honest.)
Its Called "The March of the lizard men." (Based on the lizard men from le monde in vagarant story.)
(Its kind of like a poem aswell, Although its dark depressing and blood thirsty.)
Their time is near,
They are doomed to die,
We shall rip thier banner down,
and hold ours high,
The poeple from the light,
we cast fear in thier eyes,
The war shall start after our battle cry’s,
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GODS!!
Today we destroy evey human soul,
Then the war will turn on our own,
We will smile when the humans moan,
And laugh histericly at the breaking of bones,
The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!!!
Burn Their houses,
Burn their crops,
Burn their lands,
Burn their livestock,
Burn their slaves,
Burn their lives,
This is every last humans demise!
Today we destroy evey human soul,
Then the war will turn on our own,
We will smile when the humans moan,
And laugh histericly at the breaking of bones,
The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!!!
Their time is near,
They are doomed to die,
We shall rip thier banner down,
and hold ours high,
The poeple from the light,
we cast fear in thier eyes,
The war shall start after our battle cry’s.
The End. ( Bearing in mind its written for a death metal song, similar to slipknot- spit it out.)
(Because Im just as good as joey from slipknot)
The neverending sorrow which I have to bare,
My curse, my wish, my will to care,
Always seems to catch me down,
Everything I do makes me frown,
But appart from when your there,
When your here I never dispare,
Then you go and im back in the cold,
Left to wither, and grow old,
Not a soul seems to care,
About how well I fair,
Then you return and I jump with joy,
A friendship that feels like the real thing,
You take me under your wing,
For this woman makes me sing,
About each and every little thing,
But allas, she is so far away,
I try to run but my feet stray,
I end up in the cold again to wither away,
Yes I have found my soul,
And got rid of that black hole,
But in my heart a new hole will start,
For my true love to fill,
Now im feeling ill,
I want to lay down and die,
For I realise I start to cry,
Thats the end of my life,
My soul leaves with strife,
Wiped and used again,
The cycle of life that neverends,
This is the story of my way,
Allas I dont wish to stay,
Alone anymore,
I want the one there to hold and to adore,
Why does it have to be this way,
My mind did say,
Do not fret,
I’ll place a bet,
That youll find that woman one day.
soothing my mind
troubles went
overcome with
sometimes joy
leave tears behind
still echoed
never forgotten
still thinking
keep memorizing
the answer to that
always confusing
without doubt it be
without hope to see
conclusion rise
explanation reveal
but…for what?
But like I said before,
My name was left on the floor,
To kick and to screen untill I heard it no more,
The memories I cannot bare,
Maybe I shouldn’t of shared,
The things I know with other people,
It hurts thier feelings,
Maybe I will hand in,
This form of mine,
And say to the person that I resign,
and then retun to the earth,
Because i’ll be of no worth,
I cant help myself, I cant help you,
I am a fool realising the tool,
In this battle for sanity remains,
Im the one to deal with,
the sorrow, the pain.
You!
Idiot!
You!
Remeber!
It’s you!
Don’t worry.
we aren’t stupid your profile is practically the same
idle not be
just seek the truth
till you find it for real
deep down your heart
you know and you feel
truthful you are
rise in sincerity
This stuff is hurting my eyes.
NORMAL posts would be appreciated.
*sits in a corner and cries*
This stuff is hurting my eyes.
NORMAL posts would be appreciated.
*sits in a corner and cries*
is this a poem too?…
Yup.
I was just pointing out how unnecessary it is.
Just because it’s in a poetry section doesn’t mean that everything has to be a poem.
I usually don’t mind, but I’m getting kinda pissed at it.
If you can prove that you can write poems better than me, I will except that fact with glee. well?
cool you are
disclose what you are
for those terrible one
know nothing at all
think you can write one
ain’t give it a try
for one purpose
shall continue?…bring it dude…
how about that?…