The lost graveyard of the souls forgotten long ago. poems by Pansy Wayero (changed name)

These are really cool. I think my favorite was "Run away from me before I hurt you." That one was really good and I could relate to it. I tend to like the poem more if I can relate to it. You are a really gifted writer and content well with the reader and your emotions. I know for a fact, that those are very important in writing affective poetry.I hope to see more poems from you in the future.

thank you so much. i do think those 2 1st lines are too long. but theyre part of a song

im soo confused
dont no wat to do.
no longer easily amused
geuss i just miss you.

short poem that i will add onto.

when the evil fall everyone rejoices

you use and abuse people for your own gain
you hurt and never care about other peoples pain
and when someone tries to help you you turn them away
just like you did to me today

everyone is sick of you its just the dumb that still love you
without those idiots you wouldn't know what to do
life for you is one big game
full of secrets, lies and shame.

how low can you get, how sad can it be
that a guy like you cant be happy
trapped in a vicious circle never to leave
and no one would care no one would grieve

ha ha I'm better than you
i dont hurt people like you do
I'm more loved than you can ever be
even your aunt prefers to see me!

you seem to think the world revolves around you
oh hail holy king, we will do whatever you want us to do
well ha ha i cant wait to see you fall
and on that day no one will answer your call.

inspiration:wrote about a friend i tried to help but they don't wanna know.

I loved the ending to this poem, I feel like I say that a lot-- but you're really good at it.
Ties the poem together nicely.

Well done. ^_^

Dreaming of a better world doesnt make it real

Imagine what the world would be like if we
could give our lifes to save our family.
If we did not have to see our loved ones so frail
and watch as their body shuts down and their mind starts to fail.

Imagine a world where no one would die,
so no funerals to attend and no reason to cry.
Imagine a world where love conquers death
and none of our loved ones take their last breath.

I wish that world was real, I wish it was true,
I wish I knew exactly what to do.
I wish I didn't have to walk through this hospital corridor
whilst my grandad cant remember who he is anymore.

inspiration:my grandad had a minor stroke and is in hospital at the moment. its sad to see him so frail when normally he is so strong. any ideas on how to improve this poem would be gratefully received. and if you can relate let me know

Ah, sad, sad, poem.

I wish I knew exactly what to do.
I wish I didn't have to walk through this hospital corridor

This stanza reminded me of my great-grandfather...

well done, I can definately relate in a way.

thank you. i havent wrote for a while but all this stuff with my grandad just made me that emotional that i had to write to relieve it.

The Trapped Bird

My wings are clipped I cannot fly,
I cannot soar above the clouds up high,
I cannot watch the world from above,
I can no longer explore the sky that I love.

But yet I feel no sorrow or rage,
I'm still free, I'm not locked in a cage,.
But I feel like I'm being trapped,
in overbearing cotton wool I'm being wrapped.

I walk in the wild on the forest floor,
Easy prey destined to fly no more.
My mate can still fly whilst I'm stuck on the ground,
he tells me of the things hes seen the things hes found.

Oh how I wish I could join him and see what he sees,
I wish I could soar above the trees.
But these are just foolish dreams,
life on the forest floor is not as bad as it seems.

How I wish I could fly with my friends to foreign places,
see beautiful landscapes and beautiful faces.
But I can't ever soar up to the heavens above,
can no longer explore the sky that I love.

I'm content and happy, dont mind that I cant fly anymore,
I just wish that for one last I could soar.

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INSPIRATION

this poem is about being with someone who is insecure about themselves and the sacrifices you make to show them you love them and would never hurt them. its about the feelings you get when you skip seeing your friends to spend time with the one you love because they cant help thinking you are going to cheat when in reality you never will cheat on them.

can anyone relate?

Wow.
They are lovely (:

Leopards never change their spots.

Oh the temptation, oh the sin.
Leave your morals at the door,
the fun's about to begin.

Forget your boyfriend,
abuse his trust.
All in the name of sweet poisonous lust.

You swore you would never cheat
or ever tell him a lie.
You swore you would be faithful
till the day you die.

But guess what nothings changed
leopards can't change their spots, you proved that today.
You might as well take a gun and shoot him dead
because if the truth comes out his heart you will shred.

But the problem is, you can't resist ,
always chasing the excitement that you miss.
Your lover makes your heart skip a beat
and makes you want to go dancing in the street.

So come on keep hurting your boyfriend.
Smile and don't forget to pretend
that you are an angel and you are in loved up bliss
because no matter what, you will always be a lying cheating b**ch


inspiration
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I have cheated on boyfriends in the past and always would say that i would never do it again but i always did no matter who i was with. Cheating is kinda hardwired into my brain i just can't be faithful to anyone. Can anyone relate?

The Trapped Bird:
Wow, loved this poem.
I can't directly relate, but the poem still evoked a certain emotion from me.
If that makes any sense. lol.

I'm still free, I'm not locked in a cage,.
But I feel like I'm being trapped

My favorite piece of the poem. It feels familiar.
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Leopards never change their spots:
The message came out clear, definately.
The flow of this poem was excellent, it felt like a story (or maybe that's just me).

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Final verdict: Wonderful. I always find something to connect with in your work.
Keep up the good work.

Death of a Harlot

Let the seven horned demon slap the whore,
that sinful temptress that leaves men dying on the floor.
Let the gates of hell be cast open wide,
and blood pour from every sinners side.

Come stand here at the divide between evil and good,
and be the human sacrifice that you know you should.
It's punishment for your poisonous lies,
the devils gonna enjoy scratching out your eyes.

The flaming sword will burn your soul;
your heart is as black as coal.
Burn in hell slut, be the devils slave.
I hope you end your life in a shallow grave

You have just signed your death warrant in blood,
if I was able to kill you then I would.
I'd plunge my hand in your chest, rip out your heart
and cut out your tongue, you stupid tart.

inspiration: i wrote this about a friend a dont like anymore. can any relate

Death of a Harlot:
Love the intro to the poem, very sharp.
Pulls the reader (me) in with the amount of emotion behind it.
I could definately feel an "anger" vibe, which took the poem up a notch.

"I'd plunge my hand in your chest, rip out your heart
and cut out your tongue, you stupid tart."

Favorite part of the poem, loved the rhyme.

Excellent work.

thanks i really dont like the person i wrote it about so im glad the emotion came through

Red,White and Blue

Red is the colour of the rose on your coffin door,
red is the colour of my blood on the floor.
Red is the colour of all things complete,
red is the colour of a heart that has no beat

White is the colour of purity,
and of the jackets that prove ur insanity.
White is the colour of angels wings
but also the colur of dead things.

Blue is the colur of the sky,
blue is the colour of my lips when I die.
Blue is the colour of the tears running down your face,
blue is the colour of my disgrace.

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I found this poem in my old emails and I thought i would post it up on here. At the time I challenged myself to write a poem using the colours of the union jack and I dont think i did too bad. I wrote this in 2008

Red, White and Blue:

Ah, something from the past.
It's always interesting to see previous works.

The poem itself had a good flow and rhyme scheme to it.
Usually "color-oriented" poems are a little forced, but I didn't see that here.
Excellent, as always.

Red is the colour of all things complete

Loved this line-- interesting wording.

i know i couldnt work out how to write that line but everyone associates love with the colour red and everyone associates love with completeness. glad u liked it

dear god

its been nearly a year since you stole the light out of my heart
nearly a year since you ripped all my dreams apart
its been nearly a year since you gave my grandad his angel halo
and nearly a year since my heart broke.

my grandad was funny sweet and kind
the wisest man you could ever find
is that why you took him away from me?
is that why you have made me unhappy?

could you, god, let me have his company today
so i can hug him and say happy birthday?
dont you see i need him back so he can chase away my fears
im screaming at the world silently drowning in tears.

i geuss my grandad is too good of a man to let go
please god just send him back home
his family miss him really bad
not having him around is so sad.

amen

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my grandad passed away in march 2010 and today 14th feb 2011 would have been his birthday. so i wrote a poem asking god to give him back. can anyone relate