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

Lonely darkness surrounds mind and soul
Silence of nothing, lethal to the mind
Thought of mind, deadly to the soul
Glimmer of light escapes the emptiness
Small courageous light amongst the commanding dark
Slowly it fights for a chance to fill
The empty part of this darkened soul
Again and again it is overcome by the dark
Until one successful burst of power
The light becomes brighter and brighter
Until it becomes dominant over the defeated dark
Standing tall with confidence
Dazzling light of superiority
Filling its surroundings with love and hope
The soul is returned to its proper state
Inner beauty is rightfully 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
 

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
 

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
 

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