I like that poem.  And I assume you wrote it so good job. 

Tomorrow I will try typing up one of mine to put on here.  I lost all my files a long time ago when I had to restore and I have them written out too but I don't want to type them up now.

I figured it was original but I wanted to make sure.

I will also be posting one that Travis wrote me for my birthday in a notebook he gave me.  I don't want to type it now though lol.  I'll do that later too. 

Peace Out.

I wrote a really tearjerking poem when I was 11 about bullying. Don't still have it, but except for that anomele my poetry sucks!

That is cool Holly, I've not read that one before 

This is one from the notebook Travis gave me for my birthday Friday.

Your Tears

You've heard it before,
nothing new to your ears
But I can't express much more,
What kills me are your tears.

They run down your cheek,
these tears I cannot stand
They make me weak,
I wish to just take your hand.

And wipe away your tears,
let you know that I understand
And with me you can share your fears,
because these tears I cannot stand.

I think I speak for everyone here when I say those were scho schweet.

Alright, Australian Guy, you want rhyming?  Here's another 'Flagstaff'.

"You Lie, I Lie"

Please don't say you miss me
we both know that you don't
And i don't want your pity
i could give up but won't.

Do not long to see my face,
or hear my voice and smile.
verbally i lie with grace
and my countenance beguiles.

How many times have i been asked
"How are you today?"?
As many times as i've smiled,
lied, and walked away

Do not ask them who I am,
because they do not know
Do not ask them where I've been,
i don't tell them where i go

Grain of salt in the sea,
You do not know I'm there.
You cannot see or feel me,
And likewise do not care.

Life's a simple mystery,
No answer for your "Why?"
It seems as soon as you're born
you slowly begin to die.

You are too beautiful,
for one man alone,
so I brought along,
my brother....

How can I miss you,
if you won't go away?

Sorry, not original in any way but I had to say it.
Great poems Holly and Mrs. Drippy and Dr. T!!

 
Brilliant, Pulitzer right there!

This is a song I wrote while at summer camp. It has no music laid out for it yet, so right now it can be read as a poem.

"Little Things Can Be The Most Powerful Forces
---------------------------------------------
            (Just Ask Yoda)"
            ---------------
I'm in new surroundings,
Surrounding me new faces gaze
I gaze back, and notice a sparkle,
Sparkling all their eyes are
I'm handed a mirror to look,
Looking, sparkling my eyes too are
Then I realize what this sparkling means,
Meaning learned from one another have we
Something new inside us has emerged,
Emerging from us it is
We aren't sure what's been revealed,
Revealing something good, though, knows we
This new thing we will take back with us wherever we go,
Going far some of us are
This sparkle we will spread,
Spreading the sparkle to everyone we meet
Hopefully they will take the sparkle and it they will pass,
Passing it on to everyone they meet
Hopefully the globe it will travel,
Traveling the earth the sparkle shall
Then the world would be full of sparkles,
Sparkling so bright all hate will be fucking gone
The world we will have changed,
Changing the world this small group accomplished they will have
The sparkile shall brightly shine,
Shining so bright in that dark sky of space
And our little ones to them we can tell,
Telling them how we got the world to stop fighting,
And how to get along.

here's "Omega," the poem by Corey Taylor that's at the end of the Stone Sour CD (in case you don't know, Corey Taylor is the lead singer for Slipknot, and Stone Sour is his side project). Warning: it's a tad long.

OMEGA

What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes.
Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.
When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a
laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting,
virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped
from the branches of office, do you know where your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned.
For the rest of us, there is always Sunday.
The day of the week the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath,
so we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book.
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a countdown, T minus your life and
counting, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube,
and hope you get a taste.
WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?
WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON? SHUT UP!
I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?

Say, your me, and I’m you, and they all watch the things we do,
and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs,
haven’t felt like this in years.
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go,
and punch me into the dead spout again.
That’s where you go when there’s no one else around,
it’s just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse,
and a finger on the trigger.
CLASSIFIED MY ASS! THAT’S A FUCKING SECRET, AND YOU KNOW IT!
Government is another way to say better…than…you.
It’s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won’t stick,
it’s like a whole other world where you can smell the food,
but you can’t touch the silverware.
Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.
Humph, isn’t that sweet?
And we’re all gonna die some day, because that’s the American way,
and I’ve drunk too much, and said too little,
when your gaffer taped in the
middle, say a prayer, say a face, get your self together and see what’s happening.
SHUT UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
I’m sorry, I could go on and on but
it's time to move on so, remember: you’re a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, your just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort,
and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we’ve done.

This is a poem that I wrote about...2 years ago.  I won a contest at school and was in the paper for it.

Who Am I?

You there!
Yeah you!
I have a secret.
If you want to know
That's just too bad.
I can't tell you,
Because then it wouldn't be a secret,
Now, would it?
Although I'll tell you this much,
He's tall, dark, and handsome,
(But aren't they all,
To someone or another.)
I'd like to say he's mine, but he's not.
I'm just a cliche.
Waiting for something to happen with him,
Of course I've tried asking him out,
It didn't work too well.
That seems to be the case though, with girls like me.
Who am I, you may ask?
I reply that I'm every teenage girl.

D_C, I really like that poem. Been there, haven't we all. . .

Scraps

I could take my memories of you,
spirits living in bus tickets and coffee cups.
I could count them, label them with times dates,
ideas absorbed as we spoke over them.
I could put them in a box, take it everywhere.
 
I could outline the days we spent together
in vivid ink, spread them on my bed
and smooth them around me in your absence.
 
If you die, I can scrabble through dirt and paper clutter
to find the treasures you gave me.
 
But spirits don't really live in bus tickets,
and without you to mock and shatter my delusions,
I don't want to have them.
Cremate them with me.

Thanks Holly. 

Donges and buttes.

I've been tempted to post some of my lyrics on here, yours are cool Spiffy.

 

Originally posted by Drippy_Cupcake:
Irregular verb conjugations...goo!

Oh yeah?

 

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

     - e. e. cummings

um, nice....poem. And as George Carlin would put it, "I've never fucked a 10, but one night I fucked five 2's, and I think that should count."

no, i meant that the way the singer writes his songs is kinda like the way your poem is: not rhyming that much, really abstract way of talking about simple situations, etc...

^Awwww...you are too cute. 
I can feel the yelling coming soonfrom fellow PEELers.

school, school you ain't much fun.
I'd rather stare at my TV screen,
school, school you make me hate your boring song,

but its been years and years since I've been gone.
And now I am starting to feen,
I miss those carefree days, with friends and play,
when nothing went wrong...

'ode to school'
  just made that up as I went not very good I think