Poetry Ami's Book of Poems

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Since I'm getting into the rhythm of poetry randomly, I thought I'd include all my poems in one thread. Whenever I have some new ones, I'll post them.

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Monsters

It’s the time of the year again
Where the children go trick or treating,
Unaware of the real monsters lurking
That they very well could be meeting,
Halloween reveals the celebrations
Of the creatures we give a beating.

But it does make you thoroughly wonder
Who are the monsters, the true evil within,
Behind closed doors can be entirely different
Opposed to masks they wear in the morning,
The day protects us from their horrifying faces
The night reveals a sight so chillingly terrifying.

Vampires, werewolves, demons, skeletons
Witches, sorcerers, ghosts, all of them,
Believing that they are fantasies is wrong
For they themselves are the curse of the damned,
Which we may ultimately become someday
The thriller will come and they will become the nemesis.

And when the transformation is finally complete
The monster will emerge, its strength immense,
Ready to devour its victims in its relentless rage
Even through this, all will be seen as such nonsense,
It is mindless and shall attack all who threaten it
Thus the legend of Halloween finally comes to be sense.

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Sweet Rapture

Your resonating presence is beautiful in this light
and your fingers flawlessly play away on the piano. Before
you showed me your world and gave me your insight
into this love, this sweet rapture, knowing you are more.

The lullaby plays on. We sit together as one
and I am bedazzled by your amazing grace
in this old-fashioned room. The deal is done
now, but this won’t become an arms race.

I remember the amazing views that we saw
from up above in the trees. I never thought
such a world existed, one that was not under law
and one that cannot be easily sought.

You’re so beautiful outside. Inside, you were alone —
You’ve waited so long, now you’re no longer the lone.

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Unconditional

I shiver from your cold, perfect touch
One look into your violet eyes and it’s all too much to bear,
How do you go on when the other one could be
Lingering in the background just to stop and stare?
You give me that wicked, crooked smile
My favourite one, the one you charm me with,
You give me a heartfelt kiss that I’ll cherish
I cry, knowing you are more than a myth.

I would have died in your place before
Allowed myself to succumb to an untimely death,
But how can I love you when it might not really be you?
I allow you to touch once more, to sense what is left.

I open my eyes, knowing I love you
When loving the other is also a sin.

I was once a flightless bird, a worthless cockroach
The one that was trouble and strife,
Then you came along, the mysterious and violet-eyed one
The one that would bring me to life.

Even so, we used each other like a drug
Yet I could not deny my unconditional, unrequited love,
Since you were the only one that could understand
And be my shining beacon of light from above.

We’ve been through many difficult times together
We’ve confronted the other side, right?
It’s my turn to do my part of the done deal
I’ll be your beacon this time, an even stronger light!
However, you once said we’d never be apart
You’d keep on fighting your inner demon for me,
And still even I couldn’t resist that part of you
Which is why it’s something you may not yet see.
 
It's a good collection so far, although I'm sure you have more tuck away somewhere. I like Sweet Rapture a lot - it has an interesting break here and there, but still flows together very well. Unconditional is also excellently well written and I'm sure many can relate to that. Monsters has a great sound to it as well and shows a little bit of history from your own point-of-view.

I hope you enter the next POTM - it'd be interesting what you can come up with using such a complex theme. Keep it up!
 
It's a good collection so far, although I'm sure you have more tuck away somewhere. I like Sweet Rapture a lot - it has an interesting break here and there, but still flows together very well. Unconditional is also excellently well written and I'm sure many can relate to that. Monsters has a great sound to it as well and shows a little bit of history from your own point-of-view.

I hope you enter the next POTM - it'd be interesting what you can come up with using such a complex theme. Keep it up!
Thanks for the wonderful comments there, Mits. I'm not really much into the poetry mood right now, but I should be once I get used to all this spare time I've got.

I have a few more poems to share. As well as the ones that I posted above, these ones were also submitted for my poetry module at university.

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Imperfect Memoirs

I am the unborn baby boy, who was aborted
I am the little baby girl, who was given up for adoption,
I am the young boy, who was abused to death
I am the young girl, who was used for extortion,
I am the teenage boy, who was driven to depression
I am the teenage girl, who was beaten up on the playground,
I am the young man, who was stabbed in the stomach
I am the young woman, who was taunted for not liking their sound,
I am the middle-aged man, who was killed for what he believed in
I am the middle-aged woman, who was trapped in a mental ward,
I am the old man, who was the last to survive the family
I am the old woman, who was wrongfully seen as a fraud.

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Tipsy

Desperate to lose all sense of rhythm
A stress free world is all down to the drink,
Bottle of Smirnoff Ice sat patiently on the desk
No time to stop now, no time to even think.

Allow the burning sensation to slip down the throat
Want nothing more than to escape this insanity,
Run away from this dreadful world tonight
And take the choice of avoiding the catastrophe.

Ignore the oncoming banging migraine
Giggling hysterically like a school child,
A sweet surrender to the overwhelming alcohol
Ready for the easy night to become wild.

Stomach growling, time for something to eat
Walk to the kitchen whilst trying to appear sober,
Flatmate is already cooking a meal for two
Spill half the rice out of the pan, it’s gone all over.

Trying to maintain some control over everything
But the alcohol sweeps through your veins,
Determined not to be like the kids you see on the TV
Those cheeky little twats can be right pains.

Half the contents are already gone from the bottle
The migraine becomes unbearable and even worse,
It’s past midnight, but you don’t want to stop
And then you think of the drunken kids, a curse.

It’s the morning after and there’s no sign of a hangover
People tell you that you’re a lightweight, but hilarious,
But there’s no insult there, didn’t make a fool of yourself
At least you’re not one of them, now that would be outrageous.

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Walking Through A Dream

Submitting myself to a blissful serenity
The fields are colourful and full of flowers,
I walk through a dream to find a reason for being here
Only to witness a beautiful eclipse above the towers,
Everything becomes suddenly clear
I find my reason and walk along the valley,
There is no one in sight, just the beautiful imagination
It is timeless here, so there is the need to dilly dally.

The path to the forest appears and the valley is no more
Trusting my natural instincts, I prepare to venture through,
Night falls and the violet lilies sparkle in the moonlight
I am rendered speechless by the fairies from the burrow,
As they glow in the nightfall and come out to play
There is no need to imagine this world is not real,
For this is a dream, my dream, no one else’s dream
The prince strides into the forest, ready to heal.

Dazzled by such a sight that I walk towards him
He is handsome, extraordinary, beautiful, stunning,
I feel his hand run through my wavy brown hair
His smile is angelic, but shows he is also cunning,
Says that everything will be all right
There will be no more pain and he will protect me,
I close my eyes, wishing that he was correct
And I will be whatever he wants me to be.

But he disappears, leaving me all alone
Knowing that only I must confront my fears,
Having my prince next to me will not resolve anything
I cannot even turn to those useful seers,
The darkness tries to swallow me whole yet again
Yet I will fight no matter what it takes,
Refusing to hide behind someone else or this dream
I know now that not everything is at stake.

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I hope everyone enjoyed reading them. "Imperfect Memoirs" came to me from all the nasty stories I heard in the newspapers over the years, "Tipsy" was about the first time I got tipsy (some of you probably remember xD) and "Walking Through A Dream" is a recollection of a repetitive dream I kept having over last summer waiting for my exam results.
 
who is this Ami, she has an excellent poetry skill :ahmed:
These are all beautiful writings, walking through a dream being my favorite, and yet i know want to write these beautiful things, you have inspired me to do more, and for this, i thank you
 
Very nice works here, Ami. I especially like Imperfect Memoirs. There's a lot of powerful imagery in that one. Reading and watching the news can be so depressing. >_>

Walking through a Dream reminds me of that song "These Dreams" by Heart. Very nice work there as well.

I can't wait to read more. xD
 
Thanks for your continued comments. It's lovely to get feedback. Here's another poem that was spur of the moment, which was what created "Imperfect Memoirs".

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Cassus Crusta

My hands refuse to touch the keyboard
I close my eyes, heart beating faster now,
Life itself has become more different than before
So why is it you’ve gone ahead and taken a bow?

All I think about is why our friendship is over
I am laid down on the grass, the heat sizzling me,
We were going to have big plans in years to come
The grand ventriloquist told you of who I could be.

Yet it isn’t me and I can’t go any further than this
Were all those happy times for nothing then?
No one understands the pain, the inner pain I hide
Something I couldn’t tell you way back when.

The only wish I have is for you to see the real me
Even as those understand what I have endured,
It still hurts me to see that we don’t talk anymore
Whatever was said, the friendship might never be cured.
 
Another poem here, people. This was inspired by something serious that happened in my life and it's coming up to the sixth anniversary of it. Enjoy!

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A From The Manc

Hey now, haters don’t whine now
I don’t take your crap anymore,
Used to let you walk all over me
While I was blind on the floor,
You should’ve never dealt me that
What was your childhood trauma?
I never did anything to you before
Not until I hit you and became the drama.

For everything I’d done right so far
One little trip to the station could ruin it all,
Officially arrested, the madness is what I hear
And despite what they did, I could take the fall,
Told the truth, told them what they needed
Break down in tears, let the parents do the talking,
Appeal to the law’s better nature and praying
Only to then be released and start walking.

Heard about all the youths ruining our image
Didn’t want to be associated with them cunts,
Never saw the scowl on their faces ever again
Last thing I hear is their awful grunt,
Six years pass and I’m still standing proudly
Got everything I needed, my life isn’t a rank,
And even though it forced me to grow up
It just goes to prove I’m still A from the Manc.
 
This poem is about an upcoming project I'm working on. It's basically based on a character of mine named Roxanne Hunter. Hope you enjoy it.

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Hunter

The long black hair whips in the cold fresh air
A pair of blue piercing eyes look down at the city,
Feminine hands grasp the dagger tighter than ever
She draws the first breath, not even sparing it pity.

The Mercurians came to the planet and took over
But not even they could foresee a traitor,
A hybrid, half human and half their kind
And so the legend of the Hunter began years later.

They say she moves swifter than any other
Her strength unparalleled, unmatched, invincible,
Such a soul bonded to the doomed earth
Humans name her the chosen one, a feat incredible.

Her Mercurian father died to protect his secret daughter
Her human mother died to spare herself the despair,
Her uncle raised her as the last hope to mankind
Her enemies fear that she will one day get there.

She ignores her own desires to pursue the planet’s freedom
To stand as the catalyst between both her races,
Blinded by what she truly wants and unbelievably selfless
Even with the dark personality, she is our amazing grace.

Freeing human minds from the Mercurian body snatchers
Refusing to give into her true enemies and never surrender,
The alien invasion may cease someday to withdraw
Because of the one who may save it will be Roxanne Hunter.
 
Cool poems, Lady Faith. :)

Whatever criticism you get now and in the future, don't let it stop you from writing poetry.
 
Stand Up

Stand up for what you believe in
Stand up for the pain you've endured,
Stand up for that all important party
Stand up for the relief you've ensured,
Stand up for escaping the fake friends
Stand up for making it this far,
Stand up for everything you've achieved
Stand up for being who you are,
Stand up for finally seeing through the lies
Stand up for seeing the inner truth,
Stand up for the oncoming music
Stand up for doing the right thing by being you.
 
This is a poem dedicated to my beloved great grandmother, Wren, who recently passed away of blood cancer. R.I.P.

Wren

The news was like an arrow to the heart
Countless nights and I could not sleep,
Your pain wracked me with unbearable guilt
And the scars continue to run ever so deep.

They told us you were at the care home
But I only wanted to see you one last time,
The tears couldn't break through the shell
Your house was beautiful, smelled of lime.

June the sixteenth was the day of your death
I looked to the skies for the light,
Fly away and be free, beautiful wren
Keep on wearing that smile that's ever so bright.
 
It's been a while since I wrote any poetry, but recent events have caused me to go back to it again.

Blind

I didn't feel the knife in my back
I couldn't see through the lies,
I wanted to believe it wasn't true
I stand at the back and sigh.

Used to think that it was genuine
You know, these friendships are fake,
Everyone is two faced either way
Don't be blind to the truth for God's sake.
 
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