[rafa11]

Ok, I'm no English or American, but still I like to write a poem every now and then although, I do think they are kind of bad
But still, here you go, you be the judges:


Never knowing you


Never knowing you
was the best I could’ve hoped for
For if I had knew you
I wouldn’t have written this for sure

You don’t know who I am
And yet you are my inspiration...

You are the morning sun shining bright
You are the pale moonlight
You are the relieve of torments
You are the end to all laments

These are my desperate words
that will never be listened by you
I don’t care
You never knew me too

And though you’ll never see me
As I see you
You can be aware
That I will always be there
Though... never knowing you

[daveyp187]

i remember when i was a fool
smoking weed, just trying to be cool.
smoking bongs and toking buckets, eating mcdonald chicken nuggets

[CrystalWolf]

So much hatred.


There is so much hatred,
In all forms, and ways,
too much depression that gets us deserted,
So much sorrow all over not to be greeted,
So much pain, that makes us hurt down deep,
no flowers, no candy, no sweets,
everywhere you go, everywhere you see
all around people full of jealousy,
Please stop, this insanity,
Though just answer me this
Why is there so much of hatred.

Just made this up right now, from the top of my head, though not very much of poet. Hope you like

[Annelies]

The Night Sky

As I walk alone at night,
I feel higher than a thousand kites,
I'm concealed by a thousand shadows,
And you're always in my sights.

This was supposed to be about an assassin, and to an extent it's how I feel personally, about myself, but I did not know how to finish the poem, so I leave you with this.

[tthousand]

Now I stand under the sky,
Watching for the whites of your eye,
Let us see if your last goodbye,
Is just another lie, before you die.

May you rest beneath the moon,
As your soul and body is entombed,
I know my my time is coming soon,
Whispers of doom, fill the room.

There is no more angels,
We all killed them, the fallen god's children.
Lost within the angles,
Angel Assassins, in this dimensional labyrinth.

I told them, I'm the writer!
Took away there one desire!
In the night, their life hurts!
But it's my curse! I'm a lifer...

[Annelies]

That was beast, @tthousand .

[tthousand]

@Annelies I almost reopened this thread myself (been doing some freestyle writing recently). Glad to see you crack it open again. Figured I'd add what you inspired me to BTW, I think it all flows together pretty nicely, good job us!!!

Anyways, here is my most recent written free-flow...

We all have the power to control mother****ers;
But what we lack is an army of thug brothers,
A bunch of others from different mothers...

What makes us the same is we all wonder;
We all wander lost, in this paradox,
Where lesson's are taught to those who fought...

What you got, is a bunch of mother****ers like me;
Who likely despise me, because they see me rising;
It's not frightening, it's rather tantalizing.

Yeah, I got the whole world feeling it,
The girls says I'm killing it,
I'm the new. Who the realest is?
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Assassin in the Night Sky
by @Annelies & @tthousand aka Angel Assassins

As I walk alone at night,
I feel higher than a thousand kites,
I'm concealed by a thousand shadows,
And you're always in my sights.

Now I stand under the sky,
Watching for the whites of your eye,
Let us see if your last goodbye,
Is just another lie, before you die.

May you rest beneath the moon,
As your soul and body is entombed,
I know my time is coming soon,
Whispers of doom, fill the room.

There is no more angels,
We all killed them, the fallen god's children.
Lost within the angles,
Angel Assassins, in this dimensional labyrinth.
...
There is no more angels,
We all killed them, the fallen god's children.
Lost within the angles,
Angel Assassins, in this dimensional labyrinth.



*About Image: Artist - tthousand, from the JH/HS years...

[Annelies]

BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST!!! LOL

Really nice.

Maybe I'll write another one later.

[EpIcSnIpErZ23]

Now...Lets pretend all of our dreams are real
we get to build, create, or steal.
we never have a chance to lose or die,
only we are truly alive

In our dreams in our dreams everything comes true
we never go around(pause)... feeling blue.
we feel gifted, our spirits are lifted
in the one place that is true to you.

It needs some work

[rafa11]

This was the first poem I have ever written in English:


Free Soul


Free soul flies freely with nature
And both are in perfect harmony
By just being free...

This harmony is complete and fulfil them
like nothing else does
cause they can fly
while others can only try…

Free soul you have the world
and you can explore it
cause you have wings
to fly like a bird,
freely and without any disturb…

Free Soul teach me how to fly
without getting high,
how to reach the goal
when I don’t have your soul?

Now I want to understand,
All your freedom
I want you to show me,
That simple wisdom…


Death


Time and space started to fade
As he started to suffocate
Death was coming and he had no escape
Shades of red, black and grey
The beginning of his darkest day
As he was taken away

Two unknown strangers watched with pleasure
His growing despair
Death is coming
And it ain’t fair
But death comes without notice
Without a face
To take us all away
To some ungrateful place
And in the awakening of our desperate hour
Everything shall fade...



Fábio Silva


My real name is the one above (first and surname).
The second poem was written for a class, which I had during my degree called "Creative Writing".
I hope you've enjoyed reading the poems