Haiku's,Poems and anything that rhymes!

I listened to both
I heard both the pleas
I've made my judgement
so shut up now please
I've chosen my army
I've chosen my men
if you don't like that
please go home then​
 
I'm sitting here by yellow lamplight
I'm judging strummin's late at night
I'm making a decision
with utmost precision
and I'm liking what I hear
Its not what I'm used to
but its lovely just the same
I see no similarity
there's no one to be blamed
​
 
you wonder why I wear them
You wonder why I wear them
YOU wonder WHY I WEAR them...

***

I've always been a wild one
but I've always had a conscience
I've worn so many masks
but this ones to stay

You wonder why I wear them
you wonder why I wear them
YOU wonder WHY I WEAR them...

***

There's no reason behind my actions
I'm sure its buried somewhere
but I'm not gonna dig it up now
Leave it be
Leave it be

***
You wonder why I wear them
you wonder why I wear them
YOU wonder WHY I WEAR them

You'll never know...
 
hey dudes,sorry I haven't posted in awhile but I have a bit of an audience on Tumblr too. I'm trying to balance the two of them.
You guys get poems,Tumblr gets my short stories.
I'll be back with a poem when My computer has more charge and sorry but its gonna be sort of sad. I hit a milestone...
 
The metaphor of people wearing masks is as old as the invention of actual physical masks; but your "You don't know why I wear them" poem gave the metaphor some fresh life.
 
Copperfox said:
The metaphor of people wearing masks is as old as the invention of actual physical masks; but your "You don't know why I wear them" poem gave the metaphor some fresh life.
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okay on a scale of one to ten HOW good of a writer am I? because you always give me these deeper meanings to my poems when that's not what they're about at all :) I find it funny.

Its just a poem about my Green Glasses. My parents have this weird thing about me wearing them...even though THEY'RE the ones who bought me fake glasses in the first place...such confusion
 
boiled down and pinned up
I'm finally busting out
stamping off and crying
I'm not sorry if I shout
you pushed me way too far this time
I don't believe your words
I've wanted this forever
do you see how hard I've hurt?
I sobbed and spat
not getting anywhere
I wish I'd been more eloquent
instead of raging like a bear
But I am like a Mr. Young
and paper is my home
so here,my dear, is last night's spat
written as a poem​
 
Narniamoondust said:
boiled down and pinned up
I'm finally busting out
stamping off and crying
I'm not sorry if I shout
you pushed me way too far this time
I don't believe your words
I've wanted this forever
do you see how hard I've hurt?
I sobbed and spat
not getting anywhere
I wish I'd been more eloquent
instead of raging like a bear
But I am like a Mr. Young
and paper is my home
so here,my dear, is last night's spat
written as a poem​
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I like it, very meaningful
 
I never asked to be popular
but here I am on center stage
I never asked for violence
but here I am writing out my rage
I am the writer
and I am the songstress
I am the one who takes the pen
I type and tap and play and think
I do it 'till I'm off the brink
I understand you quiet types
who hide under the basement stairs
I know how it feels not to say what you mean
all those awkward social stares
I am the writer
and I am the songstress
I am the one who takes out the pen
to write away pain and love and death
to lock away anger and tears
to express all my joy and caring
that my mouth is tired of bearing​
 
The Guilt of a question unasked
but the love of a popular crowd
what does it matter which one I attend?
I've learned the ropes anyhow
I'm tossing and turning and torn
but then I find cease to mourn
I come to back to the thought
but dismiss it
what a long night this is going to be​
 
first rule of secrets
don't share them
you never know who you can trust
because one day its fine
but the next day its not
into the open
all your secrets are thrust
first rule of secrets
don't share them
because even the ones that you love
will find someway to feel guilty
about the secret
thats hanging above
​
 
The feedback I'VE never seen it
is it one of those things sure to last?
People are literally kissing my feet
will this all come to pass?
I've written them snippets and stories
they scream their fangirlish cries
So In the dead of the night
I write and I write
for the longing,happy brown eyes
So is this my fame fleeting?
or is there some future for me?
will it come out of girls who faint at my words
or from Mum who just doesn't see....​
 
Narniamoondust said:
The feedback I'VE never seen it
is it one of those things sure to last?
People are literally kissing my feet
will this all come to pass?
I've written them snippets and stories
they scream their fangirlish cries
So In the dead of the night
I write and I write
for the longing,happy brown eyes
So is this my fame fleeting?
or is there some future for me?
will it come out of girls who faint at my words
or from Mum who just doesn't see....​
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I like this one. very cool
 
amdd97 said:
Yes I do, I have the same feeling with my work(mostly with my graphics)
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awwww you understand. I write these stories on Tumblr called Every Hoot Owl Wants...they get amazing reception. People seriously FREAK out over them and I get like a new follower every time I post one. They've been calling me talented and brilliant and beg for more. PLUS Adam tweeted me back which means he's writing me a Tiger song so that gained me even MORE popularity...

I just wanna know if I should revel in it for awhile or if its gonna go bad like in movies. You know,where the weird chick gets really popular and then everyone turns on her.
 
I took a long break of my unfinished work
and I thought I'd return with a wink and a smirk
but I found out instead
that my story brain's dead
and now nothing can come of my
silly mixed head
the owls are hooting and hollering
the Syth lord is planning a plot
I wrote a piece that shouldn't have been
this day has sucked a lot​
 
I ran away from you all
and though I didn't fall
I feel as if I'm being missed
for as I check off the things I am checking
I've forgotten you were on the list
so I beg you forgive me
but I have outgrown you
and I pray that you'll welcome me back
for a visit or two,when I'm feeling blue
and my mind has been over-racked​
 
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