Poetry Forum

There's something in my head,
I want to go to bed.
Mind is full of hate,
Just cant wait!
Never left alone,
Just want to go home.
Theres somthing in my head,
I want to go to bed.

i like this.But I think you should put a warning of relation to violence.

...For an ice cold beer,
would everyone enjoy,
"it must be served chilled"

I begged my Mother
I needed a pet.
I was so lonely,
Lets go to the the vet.
Mabye even a dog or a cat,
but now we're to poor for that.

I got my pet slipper,
it's not that bad.
I named him after someone who died ,
I named him Dad.

Only young he died.A small sting in his heart.
One small sting..HES GONE!It tore MY heart apart.
He was the croc hunter and always will be...

it wasnt great at all but i just got bored so i did that.i started to shout it like heavy metal so i just wrote from my heart.

Forever patient and caring.
Sister, brother, father, mother.
Love is stronger than any other
so cherish it forever.
Anger never was a problem and pain never accured.
Sitting at the breakfast table talking, smiling and laughing.
But the family might have some skeletons in the closet...

For an ice cold beer
would soothe my very rough throat
fresh from the cold fridge.

(i dont drink beer im 13!)

thank you ive edited my work to what you told me!thank you for the kind suggestions.

i really liked that poem and i could just imagine it.

very touching!i felt for that girl...

Bullying is a very strong intamate subject and i think that you have handled it very well.

Live like a king! Never get an answer... Laugh like a king! Dont know what life is! Rock or die!To be forever is to live forever. never ever ever take the pain!Rock or die-hie! look out the window see all the pai-ain never get in my way now livin' in vain yeah im livin' in vain... Rock or die!To be ...

Dead brown leaves fall down
So quietly to the ground
The trees die slowly...

Remember the sirens, the flashing red lights and the sound of screams,
Blackouts and blank faces.
The red and pink sky is no longer welcoming.
The smell sickening in bomb shelters.
The hope that you might just survive.
Blood.Family.Soldiers.
Remember the war.

hi!im looking forward to posting a few new poems! my name is maryjane and i love red.