Idk why it looks like msg instead like poem. But i hope it doesnt bother anyone TOO MUCH

Words

Yougrowlthewordswithadeepgutturalclaw.
Aimingthemtowardsmychesttotearatmyheart.
Thewordsformthemselvesintoaknifeandshredtheskin.
Slowlythesewordsbecomebiggerandlouder,
untiladeafeningscreechechoesfrommysoul.
Boomsandclattersfilltheroomasmyterrorresounds.
Yourmouthextortsintoawickedsmileasyoustartlaughing.
Youshoutoutmorewordsandtheyreachfortheshreddedskinofmyheart.
Thewordselapsedarounditselfuntiltheformedasharpclawaroundtheorgan.
Screamingandthrashing,Itrytoholdinthepain.
Idesperatelyholdinmyscreams,knowingifIspeakmoreyouwillonlytearfaster.
Youfeedoffmypainandholdmyhearttighter.
Idon?tscream.
Idon?tcry.
Butyoufinallytearoutmyheart.
ButIkeepfighting;
forIstillhavemysoul.
Itshinesbrightlyinmyabdomen,withanemanatingglow.
Younoticeandaretakenofffocus.
Screaming,youtrytoreachfortheglowinglight.
Itburnsyourwordsandthrowsyouagainstawall.
Islowlyregainbalanceandstareintoyoureyes.
Nolongerdoyoucontrolme.
Youmayhavemyheart.
Butyoucan?thavemysoul.

Awaiting decision

by Tamanna

We have walked the same path

You and me.

Basked under the same Sun.

The same wind brushed past our ears,

Making a whirlwind of dust at our feet.

Yet we remained oblivious to each other.

Never came to know of each other?s existence

Under the same sky.

As if we were walking

On the slippers of a rail track

Spreading our hands like wing

Trying desperately to balance our tread.

A dense mist hanged like a curtain between us.

Blinding us from each other?s view.

We never reached out our hand

And lifted the curtain

But continued walking

Hoping to find each other

At the end of the route.

The track went on being parallel

Curving and bending at different junctions

We swayed sideways

At times almost falling off

Or halting our motion.

Tell me,

What if the mist withdraws?

And the long cold winter ends?

What if we come to see each other?

So near yet so far?

Would we continue to be strangers?

Like we had been for all these years.

Or would we reach out our hand

And hold each other in tight grip

Securing ourselves on the narrow track

Not letting each other fall?

These are questions that neither of us can answer.

Let the awaiting summer decide our fate.

1)I still hear your beating heart

And i love this sound I remember your face

And i really know I can feel your breath

And i touch your eyes

I cant let you too pas

But you're gonna die

Tonight

Tonight Just hold me close

And dont feel the shame

Its just one touch

We can play again

Just kiss me once

And we'll be safe

2) Just one bullet

Knife in blood

And disghusting scar

I dont wanna do that

But he doesnt care

I feel shivers down my spine

And a lots of pain

I've shouldn't do that

That was just a game

Just hold me close

And dont feel the shame

Its just one touch

We can play again

Just kiss me once

And we'll be safe

3) Now i'm dying day by day

Living without you

I cant stand this painful feeling

Praying just for you

I have bleeding heart in chest

I cant stand this sound

When i recall how

You hit the ground

Just hold me close

And dont feel the shame

Its just one touch

We can play again

Just kiss me once

And we'll ve safe

Whats wrong? Why my poem looks.like msg instead of poem??,plz help

Mrs.Grumpy And Her Cats

When i was eight ,
There lived across our gate...
A grumpy old woman , who had seven cats...
Her pretty little felines , as black as bats.
Age had caught up with our lady and so did loneliness...
Her house and her eyes , had a strange eeriness..
On warm , lazy noon's , on her rocking chair
She used to contemplate , with her flowing white hair ,
Of life passed by , of death approaching...
Whilst her cats crawled up to her , lolling and scratching..
The marks on Mrs. grumpy , spoke of a tortured tale...
Her husbands wrath...over times scale...
Her grumpiness after all wasn't without a reason...
For her man had turned out to be - a high treason...
Drinks and cards were the usual frame ,
The belt then transpired on our dame...
And now after all those tears , and all those screams..
Mrs. Grumpy left alone in the streams...
Life had her way and when death made her his own...
Her soul bereft of her tortured bone.
The cats , they never left her side...
And a grumpy ghost now visits them on rainy nights..
With a bowl of milk and her tortured eyes...
Poor Mrs. grumpy still grumpy even in afterlife...

By - Tanuj

I thought I would share this with you guys because its such a beautiful poem!

The Song of Wandering Aengus by W.B. Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire aflame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And some one called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

Skin and Flesh

by: Slayter Almighty (free verse)

Lines in layers
to protect the soul
thick or thin
covered in speckles, spots and scars
enveloping the bones and heart
some smooth, and some fuzzy
some dark and some peachy
but we all have it
it unites us all

The 7 Cups Of Tea by Lu Tong :)

The first bowl moistens my lips and throat;

The second bowl breaks my loneliness;

The third bowl searches my barren entrails but to find

Therein some five thousand scrolls;

The fourth bowl raises a slight perspiration

And all life's inequities pass out through my pores;

The fifth bowl purifies my flesh and bones;

The sixth bowl calls me to the immortals.

The seventh bowl could not be drunk,

only the breath of the cool wind raises in my sleeves.

Where is Penglai Island, Yuchuanzi wishes to ride on this sweet breeze and go back.

grey clouds cover the sky

a cold wind rises above

the first flight of spring

-Hanadokikira