Poem about my Eyes

Here is a poem I happened to write (Non-rhyming) in my free time:

My eyes are hazel and blank
Staring at the phoenix's back
Daydreaming the waves at sea
The calm brush of a fiery breath
Just waiting to see me
In the blanket's shadow
I crawl like a sneaky bug
Waiting for sundown to end
What i see with my eyes
My eyes are no other than me
In the woods, on a plane, in a desert
My eyes are my eyes everyhere I go

Heres a marvelous poem I had to write within 5 minutes in Lit today.
Hot, bright wick glowing evermore
Flowing into a pool of warm august
Roaming without freedom
It wanders the vicinity of it's captive home
I suck at writing poems
I should just give up
But it was a participation grade
So I needed to do it
So I did
There was more
But I don't remember it
So, yeah...

Soy un perdedor
Im a loser baby, so why dont you kill me?

Here's one i wrote years ago about a guy who confronts a man that framed him. The guy who go framed was rich and happy prior, and the guy who framed was poor and sad prior, so they basically switched roles. This was the sequel to another poem i wrote. Never finished it though...and the guy confronting the guy who framed him and made him lose his happy life is the one speaking

Edit: The guy framed him with robbery, just to let you know. It would make sense if i posted part 1 first..but i already did that at some point on here.















Do you remember me, because I remember you


If I had just one penny, I would’ve looked to sue


You don’t even know the pain that I’ve gone through


All the pain you have caused, and my rage is about due


Now that we are both familiar with that day


I have a lot on my mind I want to say


Hoping to bounce back on the great life of high pay


But nothing would ever go my way


Life used to be appreciated; it was at its best


All the weight from my childhood was lifted off my
chest


Now I am all alone, an egg that fell off its nest


And I’m stuck with the druggies, smokin pot and using
meth


I look for food; look for any scraps I can find


Or took food that was not even mine


I don’t got no money, not even a dime


I have no where to go, not even one sign


I looked for any job, but nothing in sight


I can’t even think, and forgot how to write


People laughing at me when the day is bright


Livin In the cold that I can hardly bare at night


I never knew life could have been this hard


Looken at the year after this whole thing started


All I wanted was to help you look towards the stars


But I ended up in that cell looken at those god damn
bars


I miss my family and my wife’s smile


I want them back in my life but I know their in denial


I miss my life, I was ridin in style


But now I can’t cause I have a criminal file


Maybe my life is going through a phase


Trying to get through this confusing maze


Got to get up off my feet and stop playing these games


Just like I have been for the past few days


Maybe my life has always been sore


Thinking of the past, I always wanted more


People delivering stuff right to my door


Livin like a star in the mid-ocean floor


I know our lives were never the same


I used to live every day in fame


Flying first class in one of them high powered planes


Never had to suffer any kind of pain


How is it that my life has turned around


Livin in the streets of a small empty town


It might not look as bad as it sounds


But look when its pouring and the thunder pounds


My life is empty, my soul has been devoured


As my body crumbles, and my evil is empowered


All because of you….you fuckin coward


But why would you care, your life has not shattered


Now I spend every day with agonizing pain


Yankin shards of glass right out of my veins


Pealing skin that has already been slain


And those damn insects just drivin me insane

"...the poems are good, and a credit to this site..." said the goblin

fleamailman wrote:"...the poems are good, and a credit to this site..." said the goblin

Is this your first short post?

My Short Poem.

Hi.
You aren't shy.
I like pie.
Why?

JriderT wrote:

fleamailman wrote:"...the poems are good, and a credit to this site..." said the goblin

Is this your first short post?

No, he made another one somewhere.

To my childhood then:

A poem to a ghost
a memory nothing more
a boy upon the coast
a wind upon the shore
a promise upon that gust
as if the two of us
could swap (what we saw)

-fleamailman-

fleamailman wrote:To my childhood then:

A poem to a ghost
a memory nothing more
a boy upon the coast
a wind upon the shore
a promise upon that gust
as if the two of us
could swap (what we saw)

-fleamailman-

I thought the goblin said everything in your posts =O

the goblin gives credit to the thread starter saying "...just ignore those that can't, it's "trump it or lump it" now..."

HAHAHA. that pic made my day.

Ha, shes really going at it xD