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Cathy Feb 18, 2007

What To Do?!?!?!?!?!?!

She thinks back on times of the past days that she still lives thru even today..  Still trying to figure out what she did that was so bad to casue it all.. Why was she made to feel a fear that had last all her life long.. She wishes to be able to trust again when she is told it is safe.. That just maybe it really is.. She wishes to be able to believe that she can be loved with no wrong to be wanted in return..
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alan Feb 16, 2007

Love is not, give and take

Love drew a circle in my mind and begged me take a closer look I saw a centered ivory throne, an invitation that I took I kneeled beneath a studded crown, took the oath upon myself The kingdom mine, kneel and bring, heart and all it's wealth Your heart retreated, left a whisper, echoed through my halls A king self centered cannot rule, a heart because he calls Remove the circle, better still, my heart upon your throne Serve my heart if you be king, my heart above your own Love drew a circle in my mind and begged me take a closer look I saw the ivory centered throne, the studded crown love to
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Cathy Feb 16, 2007

Giants

No choice but to depend on them.. At the same time though fearing them.. Is this the way it is supposed to be.. Not knowing how to not live in fear.. Growing up in a world so much bigger then her.. So much trouble understanding and learning.. Everything seeming like a big giant to her.. When others say it is mearly the size of a pea.. She wonders if she will ever make it there.. Or will she forever live in this world where only the giant Rom.. She does  not want to be so dumb.. She just wants it just a little more clear.. Why cant it be.. She hides from everything new..

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alan Feb 13, 2007

Virgin Flight

I sailed upon a distant cloud in a dream which captured me I woke so far from where I slept and all that I could see A woman still and proud stood perched upon great height Though it were a dream I saw from there her flight She stepped with great abandon and I could hear her call A wind to gather 'neath her wings with promise not to fall As I gazed upon her silent flight all that I could hear The sound of crashing far below on rocks that caught her fear She sailed on silent skies as though she had a chart she navigated not with eyes, but something from the heart Too soon I could not see her,
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alan Feb 13, 2007

we should catch the rain

All too soon old age, comes pounding at the door We can't go back and what is left, won't give us any more It is a single journey, can't return and go again We cannot right the wrongs, which echo in the end It seems a bit unfair, to learn along the way The knowledge needed then, comes some later day There are so many roads, we traveveled getting here The map was flawed, the compass wasn't clear Too many times we lost our way, not knowimg till the end But knowing that today, can't fix the wrong back then The many spears and arrows, we hurled along the way Though drenched in all our sorrow
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Cathy Feb 12, 2007

The Hidden One

She was the little girl that everyday had that little smile on her face..  She could not let anyone what was really inside.. She had to keep all the secrets.. She had to hide inside.. Everyone thought she was just the quiet type.. The one that never spoke out of turn.. So to be the good one in school.. Her mom and dad would go to open house and get told how she always raised her hand, never spoke out of turn, always said yes ma am and no ma am.. yes sir and no sir..

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joethecrow Feb 11, 2007

Life's Question

Life’s Question My life, I question, did I waste? Where it is rooted is its place? Sometimes I feel I do not belong, from a decision I choose that was wrong. Perhaps I shall never know, where it was I was supposed grow? My daily struggle to do my best, not knowing what it is I quest. No answer seems to be right, and yet another day has now become night. One thing I am happy to say, “I am glad to see another day.” To attempt to right things I have gotten wrong, and set them the way they belong. No one said life was a breeze, truth and honesty make it more at ease. There is always a brighter sid
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NatalieMBallestero Jan 28, 2007

My Confession

I am a foolish person. I have to confess that I do have affections for you. What exactly are they? I cannot say. They will never be fully discovered, as we will never be able to pursue them. This creates a sadness inside of me that echoes with unmistakable definiteness. Why must I be haunted? Why must they continually whisper in my mind? I wish I could push them from my being, but I am powerless to them. I know you don’t feel the same and never could. Is it possible, is there a chance that you ever think of me? Is it conceivable, is fate on my side?
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quadell Jan 27, 2007

DEPRESSION

Honesty is a fading utopia ,  gone are the sirene characteristics of conscious

tranquility. Ignorance is the precarious evil overlooked by the lack of

intelligence and understanding.  in search of this mystic dream ,an alien entity

which  charades as misery's most triumphant rebutting.

Suppressed   by  inadequate  memiors  or  feelings  of  hopelessness.

Lack  of  motivation  to  strive.  Redundant  strides  to  perfection,  assenting