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If I suddenly keel over with a heart attack
If there's a distinctive sense of movement that I lack
If I become sandwiched between a car and a bus
When its time for me to go... I don't want any fuss

Don't put me in a fancy box lined in velvet and gold
With nice shiny handles for pallbearers to hold
There's no need to have something superior...
It's not like i'll ever see the interior

There's also no need for a headstone so grand
With words neatly carved saying "I'm under this land"
A cold stone to remain there for eternity
To be covered in ivy - that's just not me

Cremating me is a definite no
To be "flame-grilled" and packaged up

The happy tearA single tear fell down my cheek.
Escaped sneakily, whilst i tried to sleep.

It was not sadness,
releasing the tear,

It was joy, after all these years.

A perfect symbol,
For my mending heart.

A tear which held a brand new start.

A tear which held much love and hope/
For a little girl,
who learnt to cope.

No longer broken,
lost,
or blue.

But now complete,
refreshed,
brand new.

This tear evaporated,
disappeared from view.

It cried,
It weeped,
It prayed for you.

Last Kiss GoodbyeI turn my head as the tears splash down,
And I blush to show the pain I feel.
You crease your forehead into that frown,
A hand reaching up to wipe my cheeks.

In the bitterness of the moment I sense
The awkwardness of being so close.
Yet at the touch of your hand I tense
And flutter like someone still in love.

You move to leave while saying goodbye;
I can feel your heart tearing from mine.
Through the wrenching I struggle in vain to try
To restrain my urge to hold you back.

A step back from me, your hands raised to stop,
But I'm crossing the distance to you.
From your hands bags swing and suddenly drop,
And for a moment I'm back

True Love

its true love
that i feel for you
everytime im near you
i swear my heart skips a beat
i want to spend
forever in your arms
i wouldnt rather be with anyone else
you help me when im down
your there no matter what
ive never felt this way before
i never want to loose what we have
i never knew what it was like to be in love and loved in return
until the day you walked in to my life
i love every moment i spend with you
i wish they'd last forever
your my speacial someone
and i'll always love you
you changed me for the best
i couldnt imagine being without you
your the best thing thats ever happened to me
never let me go
each and

GloomyAll I am is dark, cold,
uncalled for bursts of rage,
for my soul has been sold,
my heart, captured and caged.

Each breath marks, dents the air,
as if pollution from a waste,
because I do not care,
if I own no face.

Ropes on chairs, vines and tares,
just to hold you close,
my tears plonder into your cares,
you are different to most.

Saying goodbyeSaying goodbye
It's no fun, it's like there is no light
Saying goodbye
It makes me cry in the middle of the night

Saying goodbye
I don't like it
I rather say hello
Then wrap my arms around you
To never let you go

Stupid lil love poem-The glowing moon upon the snow dances in my window's light,
-For mounting doubt within my heart will ensure no rest tonight.

-Upon my shoulders such burdens are carried, of which I do not wish to pass,
-But through the years, such troubled thoughts have broken me at last.

-A single tear glides down my cheeck, such sensation feels so strange,
-It seems so wrong that a single heart could envoke in me such change.

-Burning tears stain my pillow for the first time in so long,
-And in the choking darkness, I cry out my silent song.

"You'll always make me want to ask the questions I never will.
You'll always make me smile even when my fai

Forbidden love

Noble lady passed by a peasant
their eyes met it was a sign
they could just go but they didn't
they stood like statues, like there was no time

It was love at first sight
they couldn't be one without another
love which can't be broken by any might
like they were meant to be together

Despite she was married with a lord
they started their secret relation
they could be together and never get bored
but keeping the secret was demnation

Lord started to be suspicius
his wifes behavour was so strange
the reason was too conspicuous
he was curious about this change

He sent a spy to follow her tracks
so he followed her deep into the nigh

This TearOne tear drop rolls slowly down her cheek,
but what was the cause of this emotional peak?
Was this the mark of fears untold?
Or of the joy, not even the strong could hold?
Did the tear betray a simply sad story?
Or a memory of days full of pride and glory?
Was this the tear for the loss of a love?
Or in thanks for a gift bestowed from above?
One tear drop rolled down her cheek,
but of the cause she does not yet speak.
This simple feeling that she let fall away,
was one she did not mean to display.
It is a moment meant only for her heart,
not shown for the world to destroy or part.

ForeverForever, have I lost you?
You're fading from my sight.
Can you not see we're falling?
We're dying in the night.
My heart is yours, Forever,
I'll never turn away.
I'll wait for you to find me.
I'll try to make you stay.

You promised me, Forever,
To make our hearts as one.
Did you forget, Forever,
To tell me we were done?
Forever, will you hold me,
And sooth my heart to sleep?
Tell me again, Forever,
That I'm the one you'll keep.

My heart will beat, Forever,
Until you bid it rest.
I'll live for you, Forever.
I'll try to pass this test.
Forever, I feel empty,
My heart has told a lie.
Forever, can you promise
That you won't

LoveLove

Love is one thing we cannot control
One day sweet, hard the other
It plays with you like you're a doll;
Makes you feel young forever
Old and lost, a blink after
You cry and cry in vain
Nothing can ever stop the pain

Love is gone with your joy;
You say you wont let it back
But other ways it will employ
And hit you in the back;
youll remember how sweet it was
And be defenseless over again
Itll consume you with its jaws
Until all there is left is sadness and pain

True love, maybe one day you will find
Love that will not ever ever end
Love that will take over your mind
That love is forever your friend;
But how much tears

Love PoemsFound

To not be alone.
To have someone to wish goodnight to.
To have someone who always cares.
To have someone always understand.
To hear someone say,
I love you.

Unbinding

An aurora of peace and happiness,
The tender touch of love struck me down, unprepared,
When I looked into your eyes.
My heart was like stone,
Hiding away all pain.
Not allowing me to feel.
All it took was for you to say, "I love you,"
To free my heart.
Now I love and it's thanks to you.
I can say with all my heart,
I love you Juliana.

Desires of the Heart

A desire of the heart,
A passionate flame.
The warmth of a star,
Burning bright

FriendshipWhat is friendship?
Is it a rose or a thorn?
Is it love or is it hate?
Is it it something that we could just walk by?

Friendship to me is something that should be known..
Like a bird helping it's mate with the nest building,
Or a human swinging on the swing with another pushing,
Friendship to me is something that I am treasuring.

I know, I know I have not many friends in real life
And people backstab me,
My real life 'friends' don't care enough
To atleast ask me to the movies
Or to atleast visit..

But I do have real, true friends on the internet.
Sure, I can't see them or hug them,
But I can talk with them about my problems
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Green,
Bitter,
Gross,
It's put in his mouth.
He starts to chew,
Hesitantly,
Slowly,
Painfully.
He knows he needs it.
It's good for him,
But it tastes terrible.
Luckily he has a glass
Of sweet juice
To help him swallow,
To wash it down.

The BridgeSlowly,
Cautiously,
I begin to walk over the bridge,
Made of stone,
With sturdy walls.
I am pathetically afraid,
Crouching down
To avoid falling into the water,
Icy,
Deep,
Mesmerizing.
My gaze is caught
In its swirling depths.
It calls my name.
I try to ignore it,
And try to keep walking
Over the stable stone bridge.

The Secret DoorI can't believe it.
I've unlocked my secret door.
What's in there
I don't know.
I'll give you the key.
I can't believe it.
I've given away the key
To my secret door.
What's in there?
Let's dig it up,
Pull it out,
And analyze it.
I can't believe it.
I've been exposed.

Conjured EmotionsI run,
Frantically searching.
I am confused.
I don't know what's real
And what's not
Anymore.
Did I ever know?
I guess I'll never know.
I run,
Desperately chasing,
Gasping for air,
Hyperventilating.
I'm lost.
I don't know what's real
And what's not.
I'll never know if I ever knew.
I run,
Fearfully trying
To find some place to hide,
To find a deadly sanctuary.
Sanctuaries...
Are safe.
Sanctuaries...
Are home.
Sanctuaries...
Are poisonous.
I run.
Somebody stop me
Before I fall down
And hurt myself.

The PuppetI am the puppet
Controlled by my mind.
I dance a dance
Of sorrow
Of pain
For my own entertainment,
As eyes are drawn toward me.
I am a victim,
Prey to my carnivorous subconcious,
And I put on a tragic play
For my own entertainment,
As eyes are drawn toward me.

Fooled PorcelainPorcelain doll
With a beautiful smile
Believed she had a frown,
And that is why she wore a mask
A mask she thought had a smile.
And she walked around,
Talked around,
Sat all day and sulked,
And wished she had
A beautiful smile
Just like the fake mask.
But the porcelain doll
Was fooling herself.
Something had tricked her,
For the mask she wore
Was not
The facade of happiness
But the facade of pain,
Suffering,
Depression.
The porcelain doll
Was fine,
And she walked around,
Talked around
Pretending.
But what she didn't realize
Is that she didn't have to.
She was fine.

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What Is Love?

by ~AbandonedAngel, Sep 4, 2005, 6:58:59 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

Love can be good and love can be bad.
Love can make you happy or sad.
Love is a blessing and love is a curse.
Love can be for better or worse.

Love can break and tear out your heart.
Love can tear you completely apart.
Love can bring happiness to one’s eyes,
As he sings joyfully up in the skies.

Love can bring torment, agony, and pain.
Love can make one go insane.
Love can bring happiness, joy, and bliss,
Making one want that one simple kiss.

Love is unique in its own special way,
But love can make someone go astray.
Love is a feeling with strength and power,
So even the strongest man will offer a flower.

Love can get you through all rough times,
Love can be a motive for worst of all crimes.
Love’s that feeling that makes one be at ease.
Love’s that illness that’s the worst of disease.

So grab your loved one, and hold them tight.
Make them feel the love you feel you might.
For some, love lasts not long at all, never,
But for others, it lasts for all of forever.

What Is Love?by ~AbandonedAngel

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

Yeah, my lighter side, I guess, has been out and wandering. heh. I guess that's a good thing, considering most of my poems are not very light or happy. This poem expresses my feelings on the topic "love". I was originally going to name this "The Good And Bad Of Love" but I like this title better. Enjoy! ^_^

~MadisonJuliana Apr 21, 2009

thank for so much!

~AbandonedAngel Apr 21, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

You're very welcome, sweetie.

~MadisonJuliana Apr 19, 2009

this is very well written, i hope to someday be as great of a writer as yourself.

~AbandonedAngel Apr 20, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much!

Your compliment is very flattering.

Good luck on your journey to becoming a writer.

~zaopvie Feb 15, 2009

A few pointers... in post-modern poetry, we don't write abstract poems anymore, unlike the modern era. This to the mean may seem well fit, or picturesque, but one might ask oneself, "What differentiates a good poem to a fantastic one?" This answer can simply be answered in one simple sentence. Keep it solid. Poems that are abstract appear to be too general, and such poems may attract ridicule from professional writers and poets.

Happiness, sadness, love, hatred and such emotions are abstract. You cannot see them, nor feel them. Instead of describing what love is in the most basic of words, try to describe the process of loving. This will allude to the fact that you're talking about love, however indirectly. Good handling on rhythmic structure otherwise.

~AbandonedAngel Feb 15, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks for the tips. As you can see by the date on the piece, this was submitted three and a half years ago when I wasn't really trying to write a good poem, just merely having fun. I was fifteen. I'm turning nineteen in April.

Even though I have recently learned the tips you have given me in my creative writing classes in college, I thank you for them, nonetheless. I appreciate good input, rather than "it was good". lol A writer cannot grow from a comment like that.

Much obliged.

~Th3Chos3nOn3 Aug 6, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

This is a very beautiful poem!

I likey ^_^

~AbandonedAngel Aug 6, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

thank you.

!evillittledevil Mar 8, 2008

thumbs up!

~AbandonedAngel Mar 11, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

thanks.

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