Here are some poems by me and some other people. I'm a beginner, not too harsh ok? if you would like me to put your poems up, email me at AzNxJuLiEtTa@netscape.net.  Please respect me and the other writers and do not take these poems. Enjoy!

Poems by me 

Boy from the Heavens

Shining stars against a moonlit sky
Nature’s dazzling display of beauty
Rosy scents linger in the air
That set the stage for romance

Here I sit cold and alone, staring at the stars
In an effort to count them one by one
And then I find two of the prettiest stars
That equal in brightness and beauty
As I fall into a haze…

The stars descend slowly towards me
And pause a small distance away
An image appears around those stars
As the stars become the eyes of…
A boy

Those eyes gaze deeply into mine
Sweet, sincere, and caring
They say the words no words could say
And whisper those words I long to hear
“I love you.”

He takes me with his gentle hands
And cradles me in his arms
We sit and stare at the big bright sky
In the silence of the night

First words separate from his lips
His voice so soft and soothing
He tells he’d love me until I finished
Counting the stars in the sky

And then a nightmare takes its toll
As I open my eyes to find no one there
I close my eyes in hopes to find him
But all is dark and black
Sorrow and despair fill in my heart
And take the place of happiness

When I open my eyes again
The moon shines down at a single point
And there stands a shadowy figure
That leaves abruptly at the sight of me
And drifts towards the stars again

Alone I sit once again
Thinking about my mysterious guy
Sent from the heavens down to me
Was it a dream or was it not?
Only time will tell…
 

Guilt

What is the blackest feeling that can be felt?
Most reply heartbreak, betrayal, and loneliness,
Without much more than a moment’s worth of thought,
But I do beg to differ from the others,
For I have suffered the vicious wrath of guilt,
The heart wrenching feeling of reviling others,
Deliberately or inadvertently,
It matters not
For the permanent damage has been rendered.

It is not like sorrow, heartbreak, and loneliness,
The self-hate formed is mentally destructive
The pain you’ve put upon others may not be interchanged
Rather to be injured yourself than to injure others
For it is a great deal more difficult, if not impossible,
To look in the mirror and forgive one’s own sins.

As long as you wish,
As hard as you wish,
You can not give life back
To a wilted flower

Unless you are one with a heart of stone
Guilt is what comes afterwards
Remorse rapidly pours into your heart
Regret too late to make amends
It is a greater injury than the one you have made
The price you must pay is always greater

You must be naïve to think apologies as reparation
A thrusted sword in a weak torn heart
Withdraw the blade if you find satisfaction
But the wound is made and takes time to heal
And as you stare in bewildered shock
You are entirely unaware of the existence
Of the sword that has been driven deeper into you
And the wound can be described as one word only
Guilt
 

Filling a soul

Lonely darkness besets mind and soul
Silence of nothing, lethal to the mind
Thought of mind, deadly to the soul
Glimmer of light escapes the abandoned bleakness
Small courageous light amongst the commanding dark
Persistently it fights for a chance to fill
The empty part of this darkened soul
Repeatedly it is overcome by the dark
Until one successful burst of power
The light becomes brighter and brighter
Until it secures command over the vanquished dark
Standing tall with shimmering splendor
Dazzling light of audacious triumph
Filling its surroundings with love and hope
The soul is returned to its proper state
Inner beauty is restored
 

Hate

Hate not tangible but seen with ease
What is hate we can not see
It feels so true but it is so fake
Your hate, my hate
Fake
Hate resides in those that smile
At things of death, horror, and destruction
They see the glowing hate
They feel the burning hate
Poisoned hearts perpetually evil
It can not, will not, ever change
This hidden hate sits amongst us all
Shielded with strong impenetrable armor
With a closer look we will see
The mechanics of the screws and tacks
And eventually we will discover
A way to take off this intricate armor
Only then will we truly help
And give the world a small chance for peace and harmony

-helped by Gerry
 

Perfect Guy

I’ve found the perfect guy
His diamond glow shines brightly
Lying among the dusty gray rocks
His eyes melt me away
His smile breaks me down
All these years I’ve waited
For my perfect guy

But what do I do?
If he’s not interested
What do I do?
If he doesn’t see my burning heart’s desire
What do I do?
If I reach out my cold arms for his warmth
Grope in the grim lonely darkness
Only to find nothing felt in his heart

Only in my dreams is he there with me
Only there can I watch the sparkling stars
And feel his protective arms around me
Lie my head gently against his shoulder
As he whispers soothing words
Two cold souls intertwined
Chemistry forms a heavenly warmth
When the whole world spins around us
Yet there is a magical stillness between us
Oh how I shudder when I awaken
To the cold monotonous life of mine
That could soar with a touch of his love

I keep falling and falling
Never feeling the ground
Only the nothingness of the air
And the wind sweeping through my hair
Waiting for him to catch me
 

Oblivion of Nothingness
ok...so this one is a little weird...

Orbiting, turning, spinning
Around and around
Lost in a void world
Nothing is anything
Absence is everything
It is neither black nor white
It is transparent
A starless coal black night would be consoling
For at least there is a chill to feel
Blackness to see
An overwhelming darkness to sweep you away
But there is no existence
You waft like a free cloud
Though windless, vaporless
Perpetually turning
Seeing endlessness
Though there is nothing to see
In the swirling oblivion of nothingness
 

Missing you

My heart aches at the memories
Remembering the way things use to be
The good times, the bad times, and the laughs we shared
Why is it that you don’t really miss someone
Till it is too late for mushy good-bye’s and hugs
Too late to realize how valuable they really were
Deep down you know a part of you is missing
And you weren’t quite ready to let go of it
I know that I should let things go
You win some, you lose some
It’s just a part of life
But I just can’t help the feeling of longing
For just one more moment
For just one more memory
For just one more chance
To say goodbye
 
 

Catacombs of My Hell
This is my favorite one. Much better than i could ever write. I can relate to it. It sorta is a poem, but isn't, but i like it so much im including it in the poetry korner anyway.

Do you really know me?
Have you ever searched for me through the catacombs of my hell?
Yesterday, you walked on the surface
Picking the flowers, only seeing the pretty garden, only seeing the lush foliage
You could not see through it, though
You could not see the gates of my hell

Today was not like yesterday
Today you started seeing, past the pleasing things, past my pretty garden
Today you saw the died plants
Today you saw the blood filled streams

You followed the red stream that guided you to the gates
Was it that you were starting to see through me?
Or was it that I was showing you more?

The gates are weak and rusty
You push open the gates, so easily
Is it because you are strong
Or is because I let you?

You walk into the pitch black armed with only one let flame.
Searching for the answer, searching for me, the true me
You will wander aimlessly in the maze of my confusion
Because you do not know the many secret passages leading you closer to me

You call to me, but I do not hear you
the echos of your voice fade into the nothingness
I will know you are here
I will feel your presence

In my heart I tell you to go back
I say, leave me to my hell, save yourself
Do not let your candle dim
Leave before its to late
The petals you have scattered have already dried up into oblivion
Go now and free yourself from me, free yourself from my hell
Because you will not find me and you will be lost

-by my cousin, Tiffany
 

Surreal Plain

I ride through a surreal like plain, among a pack of wild horses.
Strong currents of wind, push and pull at massive cumulus clouds.
I ride the waves of the breeze.
My hair whipping wildly behind.
My eyes stinging from clouds of dust ahead.
I take in the scene through my senses.
Vast expanses of open plain engulf me.
Tastes of the pungent aromas sooth me.
Above, the thunder rumbles in the sky.
Below, the gallop shakes the earth.
My hands glide across the smooth contours of their backs
and I whisper my deepest troubles into their ears.
Troubles that they would carry away with them.
Giving me peace, at last. . .

-by my cousin, Tiffany