I was bored so I made a poem.

[Azure]

It's the only way I can see
How to let my feelings be set free
Everytime I walk by you
I think do you like me too?
I see the difference between you and I
It's just like pumpkin and apple pie
It's crystal clear but I have to say
You just always happen to make my day

I wish you could hear the things I say
But only in a different way
I see you and look at you
But I can't have the courage to say hey

 

[polysisterchick]

wow!!!
That is pretty awesome!! WAAAAYYYYY better than mine!

 

[Sparx]

all my stuff on this pc is old, my newer stuff is on my other computer. these are a few of mine.
This is one of my better ones. They aren't separated into stanzas, because I dnot' think/write like that. I just write lines taht sounds good together.

Lesson learned.
God, I can’t believe you’d do this to me. It drug by so slow, I just want you to know. Thinking back, I knew it true. “Why?” because I know you. My heart crumbles more each second. But you should know. I’ve learned my lesson. I look at you sitting next to me. Heaven and Hell are fighting again I see. You’re a fallen angel. I’ve taken that apple that you dangle from the tree. Why do you tease me? I purge what’s left from my system, thinking, “god help me I still miss him.” I saw the real you a second too late. By them I’d taken all I could take. In your eyes I see a hollow surprise. But its not a shock. I already knew. So this is the lesson I take from you.

I wrote this as a song for a guy in a band. I don't know if he used it or not.

The Puppet Master
Lead like a puppet…By hand and heart…Into this land, Kept like art…Always to follow, never to lead.Forever blind, never to see…The world is lain out. The path is picked.The puppet master will now finish her trick.Look deep in the plastic puppet eyes. You now see her dark surprise.Through the darkness. Through the light. The puppet walks blank, in a blight.She sees nothing, she won’t feel…See is as dim and dank as the watery eel. Falling deeper into the web, nothing sacred will be said.But then the bow broke, and the puppet did fall,Path, mind, strings and all…The puppet stood up. The master looked down.This wasn’t in the script! She was dumbfound.Looking around she tore off the strings. For the first time in forever, she heard the birds start to sing.She was free, she broke the hold.This is the end, her story is told. The puppet walked away that day, not to be lead a different way.

That is one of my favorites, and one of my longest.