OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

I totes want to join this. As a college student going for creative writing as a major, this is up my alley with writing.

Waves crash

Winds whisper

Snow tumbling

Rain falls

Each one so natural

Like a rose.

Each one fighting for its existence to be known

People too entertained by drama

To notice the beauty of each of these

The waves aren?t crashing they are kissing the shore showing its loneliness when it?s swept away

The winds aren?t howling they are whispering there love

The snow isn?t tumbling its dancing its way home

The rain isn?t falling its jumping with joy to be able to reunite with the rest of the sea.

People don?t take the time to think about this.

But I have.

That?s why I?m one with the waves

That?s why I smile in the wind

That?s why I dance with the snow

And why I jumping in the rain.

Oh man I'm so into poetry can I join *^*

I believe where there's a will there's a way. I believe that life is about taking chances. I believe that you never know if you don't try. I believe that with God anything is possible. I believe we owe everything to God. I believe faith should be a person's strongest belief. I believe prayer should be a priority. I believe family comes first. I believe acts of curiosity can revive another's happiness. I believe the lord forgives us for our sins. I believe mistakes mature, teach, and help people to grow wiser. I believe God creates everyone with the perfect significant other, they just have to find them. I believe that everyone deserves to be in love. I believe all girls should have class. I believe a baby can brighten up anyones life. I believe everyone deserves a second chance. I believe everything happens for a reason. I believe we should all be blessed that we are alive. I believe everyone deserves respect. I believe in trust after mistakes. I believe it's unhealthy for anyone to be alone. I believe love can save lives. I believe that a bestfriend is always there for you, even when they know you are wrong. I believe you could never be too curtious. I believe forgiveness should always be granted. I believe that you should forgive, but never forget. I believe life is too short to hold grudges. I believe a smile can make someones day. I believe the best things in life are family, friendship, and love.

I feel i'm loosing control.

My hands are getting sweaty, there slippin.

My grip is getting weak.

My body begins to shake.

I can't hold on much longer but, wait..

For my fate is fadin away.

How much more can I take?

Will you be there in the end? Should I even wait?

I'm falling oh so very fast, I don't expect a catch...

I do expect a fall.

I feel so very small.

What a big world after all.

Now let me go i'll be okay.

I have this world wrapped around my finger... Twice.

One quality which is mostly looked askance,

one trait which could be a form of clairvoyance,

one which could only be found by chance,

is none other than munificence,

more commonly known as generosity,

being a mere function of alacrity as well as nobility,

is one of the many nice traits, which in terms of abundance, is nothing short of scarcity.

This poem is about a bird who feels bright

in the middle of the night.

She flies and dances with freedom and joy

in the night

which is quiet and bright.

Bound to live in dark

Bound to lose...

Whilst she desires to taste the day light

which always ends with a doom in her life.

She has mastered in every subject along with her utmost shyness

but except in finding real happiness.

She believes in love,

which she considers worthwhile.

She dreams about the boy

who, she thinks would heal her and

bring her the real joy.

Being naive and shy,

there is no malice in her heart.

She, who has feelings for everyone

doesn't have one for herself.

She is obscured by the gloomy thoughts

which she allows to swallow all her liberty

to chase her beautiful dreams.

She knows, that she now needs someone

to express all the deep sorrows in her heart

but, she doesn't like to vex anyone.

She finds light in the gloomy night

dreaming about the boy with might.

Eventhough she has yet to meet him,

she awaits with a gleam of hope.

Before you come;

Mix the scent of birch trees,

Gunpowder and

Fresh, mowed grass.

Rub grey apathy

And a breath of sunburnt hay

Onto theredness

Of somnolent poppies.

Lay the stillness of a Dumka

​On the purplesuffering

Of an imminent sunset

Inside the Gypsy voices

At last, beloved,

Find me

In the prison of thoughts

Braided into a spider web

Of doubt and

Swallowed tears

Then, alas, you'll know

The scents, faces and sounds

Of a long lost

Halychyna

She ran out

Of tears to shed...

So she forced her skin

To do it instead...

Eyses with tears Mind full of fears Skin with blood Am i that bad? Monsters are not under my bed Its inside my head They want reality But my life will be fatality Death is not the solution But its always an option Just think that dying Is a start of a new beginning