OK,we started to write poems for english class.It actually became pretty adicting.I started to make a few out of dreams,feelings I've felt and stuff,but I'm not sure if they're any good.

 

This one is from some dreams that I had.

Someday...

 

Someday,I will toutch the sky with my fingertips.

Someday,I will go beyond my limits.

Someday,I will become the hero of the story.

Someday,I will cross the horizon.

Someday,I will explore uncharted land.

Someday,I will find true love.

Someday...

 

 

This one is kind of creppy.But it was a way to let my feelings out of someone.

I'm sorry...

 

I'm sorry that we had to meet.

I'm sorry that I had to knock on your door.

I'm sorry that I broke your precious sheet.

I'm sorry that I kicked you to the floor.

 

I'm sorry that I had to be shy.

I'm sorry that I had to leave you.

I'm sorry that I had to make you cry.

I'm sorry that I had to kill you.

 

 

 

 

This is one that I wrote because I lost a friend very dear to me.

What hurts the most?

 

What hurts the most?

That you left me,or that I didn't got to say goodbey?

 

What hurts the most?

That you tried to confort me,or that I pushed you away?

 

What hurts the most?

That you tried to talk to me,or that I was the one to shut you up?

 

What hurts the most?

That I lived,or that you died for me?

 

What hurts the most?

That you took the hit,or that you died before I could even thank you?

 

 

 

 

Sorry if they're not any good.I'm not very good with rymes either.

Those were pretty good Luna. A poem doesn't need to rhyme. In fact, a lot of poems I read recently didn't rhyme at all. Well done.

yea what Emo/Yami said they are good and Free verse is one of the best ways to write poems

i like them but put a little more feeling in them but id give them a B for a grad in my book

hey B's are great if I had B's last year I would have a 3.0

That's really good, Stardust! (: I'm sorry that you felt sad enough you had to write some of these, though. ): Free verse like this is more grown up sometimes than rhymes. I like them. (:

This got my teacher freaked out.But this just came to mind while I was dreaming.So sorry if it freaks you out too.

 

When you go to hell...

 

When you go to hell...

You will recive what you deserve.

 

When you go to hell...

You will burn in the fire of your own misery.

 

When you go to hell...

Your judgement will be just.

 

When you go to hell...

You will be remembered why you went sent there.

 

When you go to hell...

You will regret that you ever killed me...

 

When you go to hell...

oh wow I think its good just didn't expect that out of you I know I don't know you that well but still unexpected

This got my teacher freaked out.But this just came to mind while I was dreaming.So sorry if it freaks you out too.

 

When you go to hell...

 

When you go to hell...

You will recive what you deserve.

 

When you go to hell...

You will burn in the fire of your own misery.

 

When you go to hell...

Your judgement will be just.

 

When you go to hell...

You will be remembered why you went sent there.

 

When you go to hell...

You will regret that you ever killed me...

 

When you go to hell...

 

Didn't see that coming. Good job. I made a poem(if you could call it that) like this once and got grounded.

When I reach the top...

 

When I reach the top

I will have won the battle.

 

When I reach the top

I will have done it all.

 

When I reach the top

I will have become unvincable.

 

When I reach the top

You will be there waiting for me.

 

When I reach the top

We will finally have our kiss.

 

When I reach the top...

Wasn't expecting the h-e- two toothpicks thing from you. I really like the last one. (:

Forgotten

I walk to school like every other morning.

Feeling the rays of the sun hit my skin as the sun rises in the horizon.

I get to the gate and smile.

I walk through the halls seeing everyone talking.

I get to my class room and I sit on my chair.

I look at my friend in the chair next door.

I speak to her,but she ignores me.

Like if I was never there.

I get up and try to talk to her,but she just keeps reading her book.

I try to take away the book from her.

But when I do,she gets up and walks away.

I look as she goes with the other girls.

I sit alone on my chair.

As I see that she has forgotten me once again.