yes, almost all of my poems are dreary but they are well made if i do sayso my self. it would really please me if you commented and liked my peoms that i slaved away at. i always insist that my works are perfect. enjoy!
- Created By momo and kiro
sirens -poem
Under the water,
Are things you can't see,
They lurk in the dark,
Waiting for thee.
Flowing golden-yellow hair,
Adorns skin pale and fair,
Beautiful beyond compare,
All the sailor stand and stare.
Standing in place,
Falling into a deep trance,
They see you stare,
And take their chance.
Lulling them into the sea,
With their charm,
But they only wish to,
Cause you harm.
Walking, running,
Into the sea,
But still walking on land,
Or so they believe.
Breathing in water,
Like breathing in air,
If you wake up,
You'll drown in despair.
Cause the creatures are watching ,
And waiting for you,
They take every chance,
To see you through.
The feed on your life,
And you'll never escape,
You'll drowned in the ocean,
Before you wake.
They are the devils of the deep,
and the fantasies of the week,
they have many names,
but one describes them quiet clear,
sirens.
The end of everything -poem
Angels of evil,
Sent by God,
Demons of Dark,
Sent by Satin.
Working together,
Unheard of by man,
To bring the end,
Of all living things.
One by one,
11 in all,
One by one,
The countries fall.
Everyone will die,
Nothing will live,
On wings they fly,
Bringing horror to us all.
They each have a name,
That fits their purpose,
Risk,
Chaos,
Death,
Destruction,
Pain,
Suffering,
Terror,
Malice,
Spite,
Desire,
And Hell.
They are no Gifts,
But a curse,
Destroying everything,
They touch.
Everything’s gone,
Nothings left,
And now it is,
The end of everything.
I can't be late -poem
I can’t sit here,
And I can’t wait,
The time is running out,
And I’m gonna be late.
I have to save you,
Before you die,
If I don’t,
The sky would cry.
Hearts would stop,
And tears would fall,
And I would be,
The worst of all.
Without you,
I’d be more than dead,
I couldn’t live,
Enough said.
The voice inside -poem
I want to be strong,
But there’s a voice inside me,
That holds me back,
From what I want.
Its eating away,
At my soul,
It only gets stronger,
And I fight for myself.
I want to tell people,
Things I could never say,
But that voice calls me back,
To my black past.
It won’t let me do,
The things I want,
It hides me away,
Under a blanket of anxiety.
I want to talk with people,
And have friends,
But the voice wants no one,
To interfere with its plans.
It says there is no room in my heart,
It can only be us,
But I want more,
Than just myself.
I want to be strong,
And determined,
I want to stand up,
For my rights.
But how can I do things,
When I fight with myself,
And I don’t know what to do,
To stop it.
I want to get rid of it,
And through it away,
But can someone,
Please help.
Because I don’t know,
How to forget my bad past,
Or how to make my ugly self,
Disappear.
Deadly thoughts of love -poem
My thoughts are troubling,
It’s hard to think,
When I’m around you,
I'm pushed to the brink.
I feel like I,
Have gone insane,
And I don’t dare,
To speak your name
Words are spoken,
Names are said,
You looked at me,
And my heart stops.
You asked me a question,
I could never say,
I don’t speak,
And your smile drops.
How can I answer?
When I don’t know what I’m feeling,
I don’t know what to do,
My head is reeling.
Words tumble out,
Going right through you,
They fall to the ground,
And in pieces they brake.
Staring at me,
Tears in my eyes,
You ran from me,
And the things you can’t take.
My heart is sinking,
And falls to the floor,
Where it lies,
It beats no more.
My spirit, gone,
My life is through,
And the question that did this,
Was “What am I to you?”
