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Black
The blood of my pen
splattering this unblemished page.
The color of him;
The badge of his rebellious age.
The absence of light
Clothes his body, but not his soul.
The essence of night-
His friends dictate his defiant role.
He worships the dark,
But his pure heart it can not stain.
He wears this trademark,
But why he does, he can't explain.


(In the next poem, I replaced a bunch of vowels with apostrophes. I think it reads better this way, and I'm fairly confidant that the words are discernable. If anyone has any suggestions about how to do this better, please tell me.)


Bittersweet Memories
This poem is a sad one; it isn't that pretty.
For bad things have happened; it's hard to be witty.
But don't mourn for me please; I don't want your pity.

See, when I was a child, I was exactly like you.
I was happy and carefree, and without a clue
That bad things can happen, and frequently do.

For now I must bear this hole in my heart,
My mem'ries keep trying to tear me apart,
And nothing I do will make them depart.

Sometimes, late at night, I can still hear him moan;
His pain isn't my fault; why won't he leave me alone?
He's the one who caused sorrow; from my side he has flown.

He was far too young-how could he be dead?
He claimed he always would love me-yes, that's what he said.
Does love really die-for that's what I dread.

Now I'm sure you are wond'ring of whom I lament.
You think, "It must be her boyfriend," but that's not who I meant.
I guess I must tell you; yes, I'll fin'lly relent.

This man was my world, 'til the year I was five.
In the evenings, I'd eagerly wait for him to arrive.
And when he lifted me up in his arms, I never felt more alive.

We were always together, as close as can be.
Walking beside him would fill me with glee.
Together, forever, my daddy and me.

As I said before, please do not cry,
For each day I'm stronger, my eyes remain dry
But a weight still remains-of this fact I can't lie.

Please listen to me-I have one request,
That you cherish your father and do your best
To appreciate him-for your life has been blessed.

The Forgotten One
She gazes out the window
at the life she's lost.
The earth is all aglow
with a canopy of frost.

What a lovely prison-
for that is what it is.
Another bruise has risen,
but that's no concern of His.

Her eye is black; her lip is blue
trembling with fear.
Hopefully the worst is through
for his presence lingers near.

No one knows about her sorrow-
she finds herself alone
And all alone she'll face tomorrow
struggling on her own.

To her, hope is just a word,
she understands it not.
A better life-it seems absurd
to the one that God forgot.

Excellent job, sophisticate. I really am touched by the second poem. I love all of them. Keep up the good work.

Thanks Ohiosweetgirl...I'm glad you enjoyed them. Oh, and iamastar thanks for the tip. Maybe I'll try to write a good unrhyming one soon (if I have time despite the holidays and all). I used to write a lot of unrhyming poems as a kid, and I don't know why I stopped.

Here is one more that I forgot to post:

The Sun's Torture

Willowy arm
Thrown 'round the Sun
Careless Love
Our torture's begun

Detestable pleasure
Of this we lament
Blank sunlight like this
Is not Heaven sent

Same and the same
Such unwavering power
Lovers despair
At this ungodly hour

Jealous is She
of what She has not
But nor is It ours
With our Souls It is bought

They were all good. But in the second one, the last word of each line in each stanza didn't necessarily have to rhyme with the last one. Maybe on your next poem, try not to make everything rhyme. Not every poem has to rhyme. But good job.

Wow, I liked them all alot but my favorite would have to be the 'Bittersweet Memories' It was sad but very well written. I will have to post some of my poetry when I get home, but those were really good! Keep up the good work!