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 Aug 2014 Rose Claire
Poetic T
Was it needed,
The words that you clawed,
Trying to rip what I wrote,
You think you can do better
I've read your stuff its amateur hour
And your the joke.
Knock, Knock,
Who's there,
Spelling mistakes
A wrong button pressed,
Its my work,
Words that have been written
But you dont care,
You lust after anything you think even
Though me poem is better,
You treat it like a joke,
   Joke is what you call writing
Its more like a doodle,
From a two year old,
I'm not offened but i think
Your comment is more of a joke.
   Constructive criticism is needed
Not a slating,
If mistakes made,
Gently point to the error,
And how to improve,
Its not a joke words wound
As much as your jealous hate.
If you give me a nasty review
I dont see the joke.
   So when reading
Please read it though,
If a mistake is found be polite,
If its a first timer, a vigin of the pen,
Be gentle,
Be nice,
For if your a d*ck,
Expect me to be pleasant,
Don't expect a polite review,if your poems are crap
After what happened on here the was week or so
 Aug 2014 Rose Claire
Poetic T
They are always together
Through
Thick,
And
Thin,
If one is in **** the other joins in
Friendship,
Best bugs,
But they travelled around
Here and there,
Stopping to eat what ever was around,
But then night came,
A light shone above
Hypnotising,
Captivated,
Ensnared,
One could not look upon it
Without wanting to be there,
"Don't look cover your eyes"
But to late, one was entranced
"No"
Move away, don't follow the light
But as one neared, the other far away,
All that could be seen and heard was
Smoke,
Noise,
Burnt flesh,
And then there was only one left.
As he flew away,
He was my best friend, I knew him but a day,
But they all go out with a flash
"At least it a quick way"
"The fly flew off",
My next best bud is but a dustbin away.
 Aug 2014 Rose Claire
Jonny Angel
She poured them out,
wasted them in torrents
to show me how much she cared.
But I will never forget
the sound of her sobs
as I walked away,
to get out of the pain
of leaving her,
her acid rain
forever.
I wished on 11:11 for you,
I prayed for you every night,
I lied awake,
Hoping (for my sake),
That you'd never want to part,
From me,
But now you have,
And I continue to wish,
On 11:11,
And pray to God,
For you.
But the prayer has changed,
It's that you'd return,
To me.
Wishing you'd come back,
Walk through my door,
Instead of not loving me anymore,
And I prayed it for months,
Till I realized,
That I don't really need you,
In my life.
So now I wish on 11:11,
And pray to God,
That you are happy,
And healthy,
And doing his will,
And instead of you,
My God shall fill,
My heart.
 Aug 2014 Rose Claire
Poetic T
Never hearing my screams
I drown them in water,
Consuming the pain
Seeing the noise turn to pictures
I want to drown them, release all this pain
Expel the air of trauma,
In to the water,
Hold it down,
Till its died
No matter how many times
I will drown this pain in the water
Never heard, for the water dilutes my screams,
My pain is never listened upon as its drowned out of my life
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