Poetry Contest !?

Question:Just write any kinds of poems.

The winner will get 5 stars...?!

It's not my homework or something.

It's just for fun ^^

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Just write any kinds of poems.

The winner will get 5 stars...?!

It's not my homework or something.

It's just for fun ^^

little one

remember the sounds of his little feet
and the sweetness of his little voice
how i miss my little one

remember the innocence in his face
and the light in his eyes
where is my little one

remember his tender caress
and questioning looks
how i miss my little one

remember his last breath
and his final cry
where has my heart gone

Where is my little one. where has he gone,
how i miss my little one,
my precious,
blood of my blood,
flesh of my flesh,
so quickly taken from his mother's breast
taking with him all my most sacred gift...
my heart and all the love that lies with in,

so until the day we meet again,
i'll remember u as you were,
my little son, my little one

Watch them run by..
In and Out
Out and In
manuvering slowing..
beneath my skin

and Its sickening
the marks they leave
across each pale patch
scars that linger for miles
with a pain thats fit to match

if i had a poem
i wouldn't tell you
because i know
just what you'd do
you'd tell the world
how great you are
by stealing my words
and becoming a star
so don't ask again
because i'll answer the same
write your own poem
even if it is lame. :o)

Snow falling silently on the street
Reminds me of peaceful times, normal times
Times before the storm, before the tempest that is my life

Snow rests on the frozen ground like a blanket around my fears, my hopes, my dreams
No one can see the footprints underneath
The crusty cover is impenetrable

It is not really a question that you've asked,
I don't believe you;on is where you're home work has been passed,
And because I have nothing else to do,
I'm going to rise to the challenge for you.

I have no subject to focus on today,
So I am going to put things in another way,
I will fill this box with some little words,
In the vain attempt of sounding absurd.

And yes I know that this is all a rhyme,
And yes I know that it can be a crime,
However, it seems quite notable and fitting to state,
This morning I wish I'd known my afternoon's fate.

I hope that this satisfies your literary need,
I wrote this at quite a hurried speed,
So as it stands it won't be anywhere near my best,
But at least I was willing to stand up to the test.

ps - couldn't care less if you stole this. call it a gift.

Below-They are showing some creativity if they are trying to steal these, by creating an idea of setting this up to steal words. I look at it this way. Give the person a break they are obviously so void of talent that they have to resort to plagiarism. Have a heart. I'm safe in the knowledge that I have many more, and exceptionally greater crafted works already created and still in me, than this one above. I'm not being arrogant or big-headed, but it's true!
This is all assuming that the asker is actually out to steal our works!! May be a publisher scouting for talent! We just don't know, let's stop being so cynical. Or maybe not!

i agree with just me, how we dont know that you are stealing someone elses poems? thats not right, you are a theif.................. try getting some knowdledge and be creative on your own. you are lame!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAIT

Sky's stained red like wine
Hearts beat to mistakes of the past
Trees die from years of quick age
Fires burn as I cry
This is my life
And you fall as I speak

Not a song of woo
Not a tear of pain
Not a second of remorse
No speech of truth's
And not a note in tune

This is life
This is pain
This is all that I am

As memories rush
And tides turn
I turn away

My Addiction

my addiction owns me.
i will never be free.
that's how i need to be.

I'm addicted to you.
but you don't notice me.
my addiction owns me.

I'm addicted to you.
and only in my dreams.
are you addicted to me.

Head meets black silk,
rests
darkness is real,
the moon
the moon is the only thing lighting the inconsistencies
the moon brings up memories buried.

She wants to be one of them
the ones who can just say
“who needs it? i don’t need it or want it”
and mean it
these thoughts,
an endless loop
lulling her
sucking her under
to sleep
her imagination is now so much stronger,
so much,
than her reality.

Darkness, the deep of night,
a cry is ripped from her throat,
hoarse,
filled with emotion,
a cry of a forbidden temptation.

She doesn’t want to tempt herself and think
think of what could be.
Those doors are closed,
closed tight.
She is who the world,
who the world made her to be.
She’s living with eyes closed
just to keep herself from the temptation in front of her.

Should she follow her heart?
or that bad advice?
Just another sleepless night
Only the moon and stars
So close, yet so far.
Rooftop view
everything in perspective.

A sleepless night,
almost over
sun kissing the horizon
chasing the moon
so close, yet so far.
She slips back in the window,
throws herself onto the black silk
head laying down,
thoughts tumbling through her head.
Yet another sleepless night,
wanting these
these damn thoughts gone
damning someone else to a sleepless night.

p.s. I agree with googlegagaga down there. And anyway, if you think they'll steal your poem and you don't want to answer the question, then what's the point of coming on here and answering? Isn't the point to be helpful?