Deep Poetry

Poetry is the way to express my feelings without limits, chains or any ceilings Sadness, loneliness and anger inspire me I write what I felt, what I feel or what I forsee Poetry is the common language of the heart& the mind It's a spontaneous flow of words which are combined It's a brilliant, touching and noble language & art, which only death would be able to make us apart It is such an honor to be called ' a poet' It is a deep, great and majestic word Poetry is when the heart holds the pen and... Sign in to see full entry.

I lost something big, something i never had, something you took away, something from my past. I need something else, i dont need you, cause you dont care about what you do. You dont even care about me, so why did i wake up this morning, why did i try and talk to you, why did i take my first breathe on november 14. I guess so you could laugh in my face years later. so you could watch me cry, and why me die. so when i checked in my inbox u still didnt reply. im still here and im still living but i... Sign in to see full entry.

Now, I've always been the type, To write sad poems that aren't about me, If I did write about myself, I'd seem a little crazy. But that will change now, I'm gonna write my thoughts down, No matter how weird they seem, So please don't be mean! Sign in to see full entry.

Flowing like the falling rains, Quickly covering the the land's grains. Shouting for for all gains. But we are living and leaving. Dreaming in daylight shadows, Screaming at midnight with widows, Struglling for victory at peak-tree, Sweating like never before for the ever fall, But we are living and leaving... Let me drive my spine in time, For we are living and leaving.. Sign in to see full entry.

Fullness of the moon painting dreams in his nights he stood under the heavens and laughed and appreciated the emptiness of the space. He stared at the stars, heard rainbows sing clouds’ whisper and flew with the birds. He talked to plants, saw flowers meditate, shades dance and mountains walk and ebbing tides ran thro’ his veins. People called him a lunatic. I believe he is a poet. His uncle planted trees or started on fresh things only in the waxing moon phase or else they wont flourish, he... Sign in to see full entry.

Where is the light to brighten my world making the sunshine to illuminate each day? Where is the light I need as a guide through the darkness that follows me around? Where is the light that friendship holds to brighten my frown with a warm face aglow? Where is the light that has disappeared from my life leaving me alone? Sign in to see full entry.

You cannot change... Your memories are like dust in the wind Conveniently forgotten All you see is your selfishness Your own foolish pride... You ignore their pleading Their tears are invisible to your eyes You lie and cheat You belittle and question everyone's motives But your own You brush aside anything worthwhile Nothing much matters to you You want to control Every aspect about you Your feelings Your needs Your money and power Superficial you will go through life Angry and small Your own... Sign in to see full entry.

My life, my place, My time, my choice, I thought I am so special And different 6 billion people on earth Billions of stars in milky-way Even more galaxies outside The sheer numbers, I am less A grain of sand on a sea beach A dropp of water in an ocean. Sign in to see full entry.

When you think that you lost Then its time to pay the cost Unless you have the guts within It's an illusion to think you'll win Must be willing to take a dare Doesn't matter that you're scared If you get back on the saddle You have won half the battle When you find yourself behind Severe the body from the mind We can all touch the sky All we have to do is try Sign in to see full entry.

My stone windows, Ribbed between Me and the storm outside, will blow away. There is something mad About a rainy day; Tonight, When it’s dark, And quiet and the moon slips from view, We will go mad, MAD, And from the skies A silver light shall Crack on our skulls. then I shall grab Hold of your arms, Cold sweat against the pane on a flying jeep, Or angel-horse, We’ll ride Into the heart where the sun is dying, Into the sun to which we're flying. Sign in to see full entry.