A collection of poetry by me! read and review?

[Un'Anima Persa]

I can see his face,

I can hear his laugh,

I can fell his love,

But he's never coming back.

I can hear his voice,

I can smell his scent,

I can visit his grave,

But he's never coming back.

I will see him again,

I will touch him again,

I will laugh with him again,

But not an this earth.

My great-grandfather really was great.

He could make me laugh,

The hardest I've laughed.

He could always cheer me up.


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He'd read to me, till his eyesight was going.

He could tell me jokes, till his memory went too.

He could hear my voice, till he lost his hearing.

I can still see him, when I go too,

But right about now,

I try to get through every day, knowing,

He isn't there to call when I get home,

Or to visit on spring break,

Like I always used to.


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I wish I could talk to him,

Hear one of his stories,

And maybe a joke or two.

He died of old age.

At the time of his death,

I was scared.

I still am,

But not so much anymore.

For when I die,

I know he will be there to greet me,

If I make it to the other side,

Because I know for sure that he did.

[Un'Anima Persa]

I am one who has endured the ridicule of peers.
It is not fun.

It may be to you,

Like it used to be to me,

But when you are in their shoes,

When the tables are turned,

You will learn to stop.

You will think more,

Or at least you should.


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So if you are one,

Who didn't mean to hurt,

But you did,

Who didn't mean to taunt,

But you did,

Who stood by, and watched some kid get hurt,

Who maybe didn't realize it,

But now you do,

Think of what it would be like,

If the kid you all a "loser" was you,

If that "poor kid" was you.

If that was your mother being called "stick thin".

If that was your dad being called stupid.

Would you want that to happen to you?


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Don't joke about my family,

You have NO idea what we've been through.

Don't joke about my friends,

For not even I know what they have been through.

[Un'Anima Persa]

Condemned

I stand alone,

Condemned by the world.

But there are few,

That stick beside me.

Some of them physically,

Others not,

But all emotionally.

The ones there,

Represent them all,

Lending their hands,

So that I no longer stand alone.

[Un'Anima Persa]

Flow?

Just let it go,

Let the words flow.

Bring it out,

Stand up and shout.

Don't be afraid,

If you are, you'll fade.

Unleash your soul,

Let it out of that hole,

'Cause if you let that fade,

You'll just be another face in the shade.

[Un'Anima Persa]

I may seem tough,

Like a rock,

But don't judge on what you see.

I hide so much.

Most of you will never know.

Inside I crumble.

The jokes you make,

They truly hurt.

They seep in and stick,

But I stand like a rock.

You won't see that side of me.


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I may seem solid,

like an egg sometimes appears,

But when you apply too much preesure,

Like an egg I will break.

And if you make me crack,

[Un'Anima Persa]

STOP IT!

You yell at me,

You scream at each other,

You fight so much,

JUST STOP IT!



You yell at me,

You scream at peers,

You make me weep,

JUST STOP IT!



I yell at siblings,

I yell at peers,

But I get it from you,

SO STOP IT!



I wish that the yelling would go away.

I wish that the fighting would stop.

I wish that I could go through a day,

Without hearing the devil's chorus.



I wish I could do something about it,

But I am not so big.

I have no power, not right now,

And I am forced to see this every day.

I wish that it would go away.



I wish you all could see this,

But you never take the time,

To look deep inside of me,

And see that I want it to stop.



You tell me that yelling dosen't solve anyhting,

But then why do you yell so much?

I don't understand,

Why yelling commands,

Brings such joy into your heart.



Am I an easy target,

Do I really do that much wrong?

Am I a dumbass like you say?

And am I apiece of shittoo?



If none of this is true,

If I'm now a liar too,

Then yell at me some more,

And bring more fighting to this war.

[Un'Anima Persa]

not exactly a poem, but hey... (btw, after WWII but, you need knowledge of the holocaust to read...)


Debby Debblefunklestein

5719 Wysteria Walk Apartment 4a

Norfolk, VA

June 6, 1945

Dear Rob,

First, I would like to say that I have made it home to America safely. My volunteer work in Poland is over with the war. The children and I miss you very much, and are anxiously awaiting your return.

When I was in southern Poland, there was a lot of discrimination. Stores owned by Jewish people were marked with stars painted in the windows, and no one bought anything from them. The other volunteers and I were warned to stay away from the stores, or we would be treated as the Jews were. Jewish people were taken away on trains. At first, everyone wanted to go, but after a few letters slipped through security, and arrived in Poland, the truth quickly spread, and their opinions were completely changed. It turns out that the Jews were taken to “Concentration Camps” and were starved. You were forced to work in harsh conditions, and if you were unable to work, you were killed. These camps were controlled by Germany, and were patrolled by German soldiers.

About a month after these letters arrived, my neighbors, the Smiths, were taken away on a train. Their house was Burned, and their belongings were tossed into the river. The family of four was not heard from again until a few years later. When they did finally arrived back home, they were a family of two. Mr. and Mrs. Smith were in poor condition, and their children, too small to work, had been shot to death.

As the two remaining Smiths approached the site of their house, they saw a new, larger house standing where theirs once did. They stood, staring at the house, in tears. I had been close to them before they left and offered them a home in America. They gladly accepted my offer, and moved in next door to us, apartment 5a. They are still learning English, so I will translate for them when you arrive home.

When we left America to help out with the war, it was in a horrid state. Children Lived on the streets, and were forced to give up school, and work in factories as cheap laborers. Very few people could afford adequate housing or proper clothing. We stood in free soup lines so we could feed ourselves and our children. But as I look around me now, I see that this war did some good. Now, children go to school, with new clothes, and good supplies. we live in new apartments and houses, and eat the food that we buy. In the army training facilities, African Americans are trained alongside Caucasians. Women hold factory jobs that they could never dream of having before the war. There is a lot of discrimination now though. The Japanese and some Jewish people are discriminated against. I do not see how people can do that sort of thing without being upset afterwards. It is not fair to refuse service to someone because of what their country did, but they themselves had no control over.

The children are asking why the other kids are not allowed to play with them. Ever since the Germans found our papers, we have been undergoing some of the worst treatment out of all of the rest of us. I am glad that they found them too late to take us to a camp. I have ignored them the best I can, but they are growing aggravated, and I fear that we will have to reveal the truth to them soon.

Hoping to hear from you,

Your Wife,

Debby

[Un'Anima Persa]

I wonder why the stars always shine so brightly
even when the lights on earth are nearly all extinguished
and the people lay down to sleep.
Who is their miraculous show for?
These majestic light sources
sit upon the highest throne,
all managing their own colonies.
Colonies of one.
Independence among the stars.
But still all working,
working together,
to light up the dark night sky
And I wonder why.
I wonder why the world below can not stop.
Stop their frivolous fighting,
and come to see that their lifetime here on earth,
is a limited process,
and that this world will only get worse
without unornamented decisions.
Unornamented!
The simplicity of it all.
And yet,
the stars among us
can work toward a cause,
but we can not accept our differences,
and even begin
to think of even making the smallest step toward
any kind of harmonious relationship
on the ground we walk on.
My voice is solemn heard,
but you hear me now
you must hear me now!
I wonder why the people persecute one another,
I wonder why we can not take the time
I wonder why we cannot all be more like,
the stars up in the sky.

[Un'Anima Persa]

I sat by you,
There that day
Beneath the sun,
As we captured its rays.
We talked into the night
The light of the moon,
Burning bright
And I was free,
Free to be me

Now, If it was true love,
Truly sent from above
I'll never know
But you must've felt the glow!
It burned so bright inside of me
And with its end,
Came misery
All you said was,
"I'm sorry. It's over."
But still after that,
I couldnt think of you lower.
And for the longest time,
I couldnt let go.
Those words you said,
Were a fatal blow.
But I think I've moved on.
Those feelings for you are gone.
But it doesnt stop me wondering,
If there coulve been more to us
Than just a past relationship in the dust.

[Scarlet Lioness]

Awesome Poems Dorkwad!!!
You're a really talented writer...

[Un'Anima Persa]

Thanks, Weasley_Gurl, for the support! I think i am going to put some of my older poems up later also. I am writing for a comtest now, so when I finish that, I'll put it up here also Thanks again!

[Un'Anima Persa]

umm, id like to say first that any long blank space marks a new poem



(this ones for the teachers)

The years you spent in training,

The endless hours with us,

The difficult lessons

And long days grading papers

The discipline

And caring

The strengths you represent

And the countless things

I haven’t mentioned

Aren’t exactly credited.

But I can say,

That they are appreciated

By

At least

One…

Me.











It’s a burning feeling,

in my chest

Filling my mind

Making my fists clench,

My muscles tighten,

And my eyes narrow.

My Smile fades,

As yours grows wide

Uttering the words

That cause a different kind of heartburn















As these tears run down my cheeks,

You stand by,

Just watching.

When I don’t respond,

To what you ask,

You walk away

No comfort

And all of this pain,

Is spilling out.

You smirk

Let out a laugh

So I try

To hold it in

But it just gets worse

And worse.

It keeps building up

And then,

I explode

And the cycle

Starts over again













If only you listened,

If only you paid attention!

Maybe then you understand

You wonder why I do stuff

But just listen,

For once, SERIOUSLY!

Take a Freaking five minutes out

Of you “busy” day

And pay attention to someone

Other than yourself

And then, Maybe,

You’d get it.

But if you cant do that…

Than stop making up reasons,

And stop pretending you know

Why I am, Who I am…











I let you down,

Day after day

Week after week,

Month after month

And im trying.

I’m not the best I can be,

But I’m trying.

And it’s not good enough

It wasn’t yesterday,

And it probably wont be tomorrow.

So I think I might go now….

Then,

There might be

One less disappointment

For you to deal with












I can feel it
Coming over me again
Waiting till im weak,
Then creeping in.
It comes along,
It cripples me.
And I am sorry
It makes me sorry.
Guilt,
To me,
You've made your purpose
Crystal
Clear






now, after editing tha one, and reading my signature on neopets "Labels are for... [text here] Pepsi Bottles" it got me thinking



No matter how hard
You try to conform
You'll always fall
Back into line
With everyone else
Mad,
Coz you can't "fit in"

But if you look,
You've already got a label
Everyone's got it
But it's the best of all.
The universal label:
Original



and then i was thinking about stuff that happened a while back.................niov.dec last year i think...




I really thought I loved you,
nd I can't tell you
What happened to me.
I couldn't bear to hurt you,
But letting you on
Was hurting you more.
You deserve better
Better than me.
So I let you go
Cut you loose.
But you came back
And I refused you.

Every now and then, I have regrets
But it was
for the best
I promise
I did it for you
Please,
Just...
Believe me
You're better off
Without someone
Like me





and another.... you can stop at any time you know??



I've had a lot of people ask me
If I'm happy all the time
I simply smile and reply
"Just about"
But most of me
Is a masquerade
Not even I
Can see me anymore
I've lost track of who I am,
And who I was
I know my name...
Sure.
But that's nothing;
What I've let myself become
Is killing me
I'm wihering away inside
Just leave me,
Please
I can't let you catch
The disease I've created
Within

[Un'Anima Persa]

I watch you, sobbing
And I try to rake your tears.
I touch your soft cheeks
Saturated with pain,
Filled to the brim with sorrow.
I look into your eyes
And I can see you're hurt.
But I can't help you,
You won't tell me whats wrong.
I've known you forever...
I wouldn't judge you
You should know that!
I love you
Nothing you say,
Could possibly change that.
So, I'm here
If you need me.

[Un'Anima Persa]

If only you could truly see
The pain you've caused inside of me.
If I were to fade away...
You wouldn't hear the words I'd say
You'd turn around and close your ears
Because you'd hear the things you fear.
I'm not as solid as I seem
The life I'm living is only your dream..
You can't run though, you cant hide.
I'm right here; you can't shove me aside.
You've caused me pain, now its finally your turn.
Your turn to hurt and your turn to learn.
Your turn to feel and your turn to burn.
Your turn to crash and your turn to die.
Your turn to decay, in a sewer of lies.



















Stow away my weapon
Shed my armor
And give away my steed,
To make my way through these war zones.
I go without
A sidekick
I enter alone
And I exit
A wreck.
But somehow,
I stay together.
Baby steps,
Not leaps and bounds.
I make my way slowly,
Careful of the falls,
Picking myself up
Every so often.
And even when its riding
On my last string of strength,
I pull it tight
And keep moving on,
'Till I reach the end.
Where I can collapse,
Away from the others,
All by myself,
Where no once can see
That I'm weak.











I dont know why

and I dont know how...

but you're drawing out my sanity.

I feel you coming,

and I hear your voice,

but I never thought you'd try.

You stripped my of my pride,

and took away my joy.

And then you took it all.

You left me with nothing more,

Than the clothes upon my back,

But still you wanted more.

I wouldn't let you have it.

So you assumed there was no more.

-

Well, I've got news.

You still left me with something.

You left me with my hopes and dreams,

You couldnt breech my heart.

Really,

You left me with everything I need,

To reduce you to a shadow,

On the floor of the house with no name.

You left me at a disadvantage,

But I'm slowly gaining strength.

So don't be surprised,

When I come back

More alive than you've ever been.


























It's gotten to the point,

Where my imagination has its limits.

I'm getting to the age,

Where everything falls apart,

Not just once,

But everyday.

Where fights that mean things,

are resolved overnight,

And the ones that are dumb,

Leave us angry for weeks.

I'm lving in a world,

Where nothing feels right anymore.

I'm leaning on a ledge,

That lets me fall at its whim.

I've developed this type of mindset,

Where my parents are the cause of my pain,

And the 'cool' kids are the only judges.

I am looking in the mirror,

And I'm staring at the face,

Of a teenager...

Go figure.














Stow away my weapon,

Shed my armor,

and give away my steed.

Make my way through raging battles

And all I can do is hope.

I enter alone,

And exit a wreck,

But somehow I keep faith.

I make my way slowly.

Careful not to falter,

For it could be my life.

I am followed by enemies,

Everywhere I turn.

But even when they're plucking

On my last string of strength,

I pull it tight,

And move on.

When I reach the end, though,

I collapse.

Away from the others,

Alone, as I began

But at least this way,

No one can see,

That I'm weak.












When I tell you I love you,
I mean it.
Every word,
Every syllable.
Forever.

Forever,
Thats how long.
How long I'll love you,
How long I'll need you,
How long I'll be there for you.

And It's how long I'll hold you
When you cry out.
Its how long I'm here,
When all else fails.
I'm here, Forever.

Forever,
How long it'll take,
for me to let go,
or for me to stop caring,
It's forever.
And that isn't going to change,
Not ever.

[Asphodel]

Deep, very deep. I see the teen angst in there, something we all had to go through, and many of us are still going through. You have good poetry though, I like the way it flows, it just seems different than a regular story.