the citywalls have fallen with a thundrous roar
blood is flowing through the streets
kids and women screeaming and crying
men trying to protect there famelly fall one by one under the swinging axe
blood flows like a river through the streets,bodies trampled and maimed
the paniccy hord of survivors trying to escape trampelling the wounded
all shivering in a dark corner
screaming and crying when they see the axe swing at them
a loud scream raises from the city
then it is silent
rivers of blood are flowing out the city carrying the remains of what were once humanbeings
cracked skulls,broken bones,chopped of limbs
animals from all over are attracted to the scent and devourer every last bit of meat and drink everly last drop of blood
in the distance one is watching laughing at the sight and in his hand an axe coverd in blood
he releases the axe the sun shining on it showing a deadly beauty the blood sparkling like diamonds
a laughter one final laughter fills the sky then it becomes quiet and never will there be a sound again

love comes in many measures
different sizes, shapes to treasure
feel it

Odd, first time I have discovered this post!

I wrote this short stanza in 10th grade, my English teacher accused me of plagiarism. She actually thought I ripped this off from someone else, can you believe that lol.



Dung Beetle

In the pile in which I roll,
Upon a grassy knoll.
One must surly be a fool,
Not to enjoy such a stool!




Av

Gale wrote:Keep waiting for your next line,
Just waiting.

And anticipating.

Anticipating and estimating.
Just Estimating.

Estimating how much more it'll hurt than the last one.

Will you tell me about her? Does she know about us?
Did she stop to wonder if I was human like her?

I didn't know it was possible to kill a person twice,
but I guess you're a 'jack of all trades'.

Before you kill me again, I just want some answers:
Why is it that you can control me this way-
with my broken soul and shattered heart
And I'd still die for you.

i found myself singing to this, its more like a song than a poem, but still very good

Shandris wrote:

Gale wrote:Keep waiting for your next line,
Just waiting.

And anticipating.

Anticipating and estimating.
Just Estimating.

Estimating how much more it'll hurt than the last one.

Will you tell me about her? Does she know about us?
Did she stop to wonder if I was human like her?

I didn't know it was possible to kill a person twice,
but I guess you're a 'jack of all trades'.

Before you kill me again, I just want some answers:
Why is it that you can control me this way-
with my broken soul and shattered heart
And I'd still die for you.

i found myself singing to this, its more like a song than a poem, but still very good

Thanks. Guess some good things can come out of those experiences...yeah?

Sadness


deep inside the deepest well
the sadness of the of the soul does dwell
the never ending tears swell
for the love as it fell
no sound to the heart felt yell
no one is left to tell....

Happy is the idiot
he doesnt give a dam
I wish I were an idiot
My God, perhaps I am!

By a guy called Spike Milligan with a wit close to madness.