here is a place to post your poems, be they dumb, insightful, absurd, crummy, or yummy. you can post poems you didn't write, but please make it perfectly clear who did write them.

P.S.
here is a rather dumb one I wrote for english class a few years ago-

In cuba Fidel's on a hill,
Drinking vodka until he gets ill,
Attacking florida is too risky,
So for now he'll buy 90 proof whiskey,
While his troops conduct a missile drill

My first poem is called The Pink Platform Shoe. ^_^
THE PINK PLATFORM SHOE
I am a pink platform shoe
Lying here forgotten
I am all alone,boo-hoo
Oh,I wish I was still being walked in

Hmm?Here comes a running shoe
He says,"Hello,who are you?"
I say,"Well,I WAS a lonely platform shoe,
But no longer,thanks to you."


THE POWER OF LOVE
Love is like a flower
It holds so much power
And it grows,
And it flows,
Inside two souls,
And thus,it grows.


So how was that?

I have 2 for you. This first one won first prize in a poetry contest held by the local library. The second one I just had to put up because it reminds me of the innocent children out there...

“Miles Away”

A million miles away
A baby cried
For a father dying of anthrax
I felt the rip
As the tiny heart broke

A thousand miles away
A boy was stabbed
For being the nephew of a terrorist
I heard the scream
As he was called Home

A hundred miles away
A village prayed
For the children lost by a grenade
I saw the death and debris
As the schoolhouse burned

Ten miles away
A new memorial was constructed
For the soldiers dead overseas
I sensed the anger and grief
As the nation mourned

© 2002

“More Time”

Lord, give me more time,
More time to do the things I haven’t done.
I’ve never fallen while climbing a tree
Or run a marathon just for fun.

I wish that I’d already done it all,
But there was no room in my few years.
I still have to look down at a valley from a peak
And conquer all my childhood fears.

I thought I’d live to be a hundred,
But deep down I guess I knew I wouldn’t.
It would be nice to go to Homecoming
And to do just one stupid thing knowing that I shouldn’t.

I wasn’t given enough time to truly fall in love
And that’s the saddest thing to me.
Never looking into his devoted eyes
Or grasping his hand in perfect harmony.

Lord, you should’ve given me more time
Because I didn’t do the things I’d hoped to do.
I never tasted that salty sea air
Or discovered if there really was a Timbuktu.

You see, I left the day I got my first kiss,
Without ever having held his hand.
Well, now I actually know how soft a cloud is,
But truthfully, it isn’t really that grand…

I don't know...I've always wanted to be a poet but I'm prob. not good enough. too much teen angst and crap. so, here goes.....

I've heard the story so many times
seen it on the silver screen
heard it in a song on the fm radio
girl meets guy
they fall in love
3.2 children later
they've lived the american dream
but it's not that simple
there are no
white picket fences in my backyard
no border collie to meet me
as i walk in the front door
no aroma of cookies baking as the school day ends
as i watch movie after movie
see happy ending after happy ending
couples walk off into rainbows after
precisely 90 minutes of laugh-track action
without even breaking a sweat
i wonder why it's never that easy
never that simple when the cameras aren't rolling
when the cd stops spinning
when the sunlight hits your eyes so bright
outside of the movie theater
and you realize that you've entered
the real world

i wrote this i'm really proud of it!

My Prayer

I want to glow for Jesus.
I want my light to shine.
I want everyone to feel
the love I feel inside.

I want to make his mercy known
to everyone I meet.
I want to praise and honor Him,
to bow down at His feet.

I want to spread the Word around;
I want the world to know.
Just how much they're missing,
By letting His love go.

I desire to abandon
my cares and worries, so
that when I feel the joy inside,
the whole wide world will know.



btw bob, love the poem

hey-
whenever i put this on another froum, someone told me i'm stupid.

What's cool?
Is school cool?
is dating cool?
Is killing coool?
what's cool?
hurting?
what's cool?

you think you're so cool just because you're in school,
you think you're so cool just because your "popular"
what's cool?

I just won a Scholastic Poetry Regional award. I don't know if anyone else here has any experience with the Scholastic Art/Writing Awards, but I've been trying to get some of my poetry or sculpture accepted by them for a couple of years now. I'm the first person from my school (we have a very poor arts program) to ever get anything accepted by them, so I'm really happy about it. This poem is part of my winning entry, it may be on display in some galleries in Charlotte, NC, for the next month or so.

The Patron Saint of Heart Wounds

Kneel before me
and I'll cleanse you,

I'll peel his promises
from your lips;

I'll send them up
to heaven,

and later tonight
they will rain down

upon you again.
I'll erase the images

of his beauty
from your crying eyes,

and steal his soothing
words away.

We'll kill his memory,
you and I,

we'll martyr it,
and put it up

for the whole world to see,
so others will be

reminded of
how his gift

is the infinite ability
to be completely cold