Here is my poetry thread Redux...
I am tired, so I am only going to post a couple for now...

The Cold Morning

Wandered upstairs to ask her a question,
Entered the blue cold darkened room,
she was asleep so I came a bit closer,
placed my hand upon her cheek,
she was colder, darker, and just as blue,
as the early morning dimly lit room,
MY HEART STOPPED

What is this, how could it be?
This moment seemed to last an eternity

Suddenly a possible reality sunk in,
I removed my hand,
she was stiff, and her body shifted,
like a rock...All together not normal at all,
I bolted downstairs, and hollered, everything
now so fast, happening at once, then
MY HEART STOPPED

What is this, how could it be?
This moment seemed to last an eternity

They called, and they did come, the assistance
that we were looking for...Much too late...
My brain was racing so fast that this eternity
lasted forever, when the medic came before us,
he seemed to be in slow motion, and then he paused,
the look on his face was of sadness, then
MY HEART STOPPED

What is this, how could it be?
This moment seemed to last an eternity

The tear on the lid of my eye, held there,
like it was frozen in time, then,
suddenly the dream seemed over, my hopes died,
I looked to my hands, they seemed suddenly,
so real, so crisp, like this was the only reality,
like I had never seen it before,
MY HEART STOPPED

What is this, how could it be?
This moment seemed to last an eternity

Things seemed so harsh, so suddenly real,
My mind began to race again, and the world,
seemed a kaleidoscope of color all around me,
everything racing around, I found myself outside,
and then not home at all... Reality had finally sunk,
into my brain. She was truly dead, and I felt the cold on my hand.
MY HEART STOPPED

What is this, how could it be?
This moment seemed to last an eternity


Gravity

Gravity is the weakest force.
Gravity can be great,
Gravity can hold force enough,
to hold entire worlds together.
The greater the mass the greater,
The Gravity. That binds.

Love is our gravity.
But love is much stronger,
it can't hold masses together,
but it can bind us forever.
The greater our mutual feelings
for each other, the greater the
love that binds us, forever.

Gravity holds solar systems together.
Planets and star's gravity holding,
each other close, orbiting gracefully.
The only thing that can stop it is,
the death of one or the other.
When stars explode planets are melted.

Love holds us together.
Souls staying close to one another,
always coming back to each other.
And when one dies, the other's sorrow
can destroy itself, and cause you to melt.

What happens when a stray mass comes in?
The gravity fields become divergent as,
the other mass acts on the other two.
The two masses either collide, or are pushed,
pushed further apart, losing each other.

Love and gravity are both like our glue.
They hold us together, and allow life to flourish.
Happiness in turn becomes great.
Only when ripped apart, or when the glue fades,
do our souls and masses separate.

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Hey man that was beautiful all of em you could make this a profession and i'm not trying to lie or suck up hey i'm not even being sarcastic but yeah you should definetely do more work you could probably inspire me to write.

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Thats good 2 thumbs up^^ great work

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I liked the first one much better. The second one seemed to repeatative. If you just shortened it I think that it would be muh better.

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I would never shorten [color=blue]The Cold Morning[/blue]... Its true, that IS what happened...
Every word to me has meaning, and shoulden't be removed...

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i hope u dont mined me sayin tihs much but i dont like them tey r kinda dumb no offense u r probobly a reelly kool guy but tihs is garbage.

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hi guyes

I already read the first one, and toldcha how great it was.

The second, hmm...very intresting metaphor, but there isn't much feeling in that one as there is in the first one. As for what Drunkenmomma said...don't listen to that person, they probably don't know anything about writing, or they like a diffrent style of writing. Overall...I think your second poem is OK.

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No matter how many times I disappear....

I WILL NEVER DIE...

Yeah, I have to believe that it was a misuse of the word 'dumb', this means a lack of thought or meaning under the context, and that is far from the truth...oh well..More...

Quietly Alone

Quietly...
I sit here, watching,
looking and admiring,
Thinking about your,
intense beauty.

Quietly...
I dream about, being
with you, even for,
a single moment.
Daydreaming

Quietly...
I try to speak to you,
but my intension,
does not leave,
my lips.

Quietly...
I wish to kiss,
your sweet lips,
and feel your heart,
beat with mine.

Quietly...
I wait for you to,
make an completely,
obvious advance,
onto me.

Quietly...
I continue to be,
...
...
alone.


Infinate pain sorrounding

Pain sorrounds me
even where I think love stands
the pain of life is ever there

the pain of death
the pain of remorse
the pain of love not shared

the pain that makes me cry
the pain that makes angels die
the pain that is ever sorrounding

I weep, life moves in spirts
sometimes infinately slow
sometimes infinately fast

pain sorrounds me
everyone I touch
everyone I see

everyone connected in me
they all are in pain
a pain that is infinate

Is this hell?
are we tortured souls?
is this our infinate torment?

to live infinate lifes?
to have infinate loves?
to have infinate deaths?

pain sorrounds me
it makes me weep
it makes me die

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as im sure i have told you, i love your poetry, im one of the biggest poetry fans but yours never ceases to impress me, good work

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i think there really good and i wish i could write with the style that you write with, it sound really cool, the first one really touched me and i think it was the perfect leangth

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-Linkin Park \"Forgotten\"