Poetry form everywhere!
My poems are all under Lily and I have some real published poetry that I am adding here too.There will be a page of peoms for submitted by loggers if anybody submits! LilyPad2014@gmail.com is where you have to go.
The Beast
THE BEAST
~Lily
Its glowing ember eyes burned with fire
Vicious was its heart desire
Stalking prey amongst the grass
Watching, waiting until the blast
It jabs the flesh of the food
Making a deep wound.
This is the beast
The Real Truth
The Real Truth
~ Lily
I hate the way I don’t hate you
I can’t stand to see you with the other girl
I despise every part of her
But I guess that’s up to you.
I can’t stop thinking of you
I can’t stand to see you leave.
I miss your bright smile to me,
But even more I wish I wasn’t losing you.
I know that I am in way over my head
But I just want to you to believe in me
I have so much I didn’t say
But now I know the real truth
I let you go before your time
I never deserved your care
You showed me how to be free
And now I know that I love you
I missed you
~ Lily
When we were little I used to love you
You left me.
Even though it wasn’t your fault
You left me.
I fell so hard for those two years.
You broke me.
I found another but it was no use.
You broke me.
When I saw your face again I realized
I missed you.
I cried my self to sleep that night.
I missed you.
Now you are back in my heart.
I love you.
You came back after being apart.
I love you.
When you left me I was broken.
I missed and I loved you.
It is that way once again.
My love for you is forever.
Nothing Girl
by Christelle Duvenage
Maybe I wear baggies
and white socks with flip-flops,
maybe I don't like listening to rave
and I'm not on the social mountaintops,
maybe I don't care about the things
that make your worlds twirl,
maybe you look at me and think:
Gee, what a nothing girl.
Maybe I like giving smiles
which seems to be a sin today,
and maybe I allow my imagination
to sometimes run away,
maybe you don't understand this
and that's why you cannot see,
if this make me a nothing girl,
hey, that's ok with me!
The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be detected,
your face must be picture perfect
and wear cloths just the best, to be accepted.
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you're blind,
robots you have became,
yourself you'll never find.
God made you, as well as me,
this means I am something,
the world is a liar
and if I must be a nothing
for you to see it,
then so be it!