Poems by.............me.

[Reaper2051]

Ok here are some poems that i wrote when boredom takes over if ya dont like dont read it.


1) Last moments of Life.

Trouble is brewing inside
He is ready and willing to die
He finds the knife
Thinking bout taking his life.

He picks it up
Never to be stopped
Putting it to his wrist
Shivers from the blade's cold kiss.

Slicing slowly and being careful
Tears fall from not being fearful
Blood seeps out from the wound
Death will be here soon.

He puts down the blade covered in blood
It's over and he knew it would
He goes upstairs and sits on his bed
Few minutes left till he will be dead.

 2)Time of Silence.

Deceit comes in many forms
Even from those whom we trust
Lies and betrayal is the weapon of choice
The opposition with an empty voice.

Love broken and throw away
Why do you even bother to stay?
Pain is hard to bare and forget
Day of sorrow has been set.

Moving on...is it wise?
Trying to get away from the lies?
Is there no end?
No one helped me.....now and then.

Music is suppose to soothe the soul
Alone in a depressed world
Going outside to think is his last hope
Only knowing that you were used as a scapegoat.

 3) Loving life, Killing life.

It's easy to love life
It's easy to kill life
Can u stop life?
Are we master's of life?

Life can be good
Life can be f**ked
We are life
We need life.

Killing is part of us
Loving is part of us
We cant betray ourselves
If we do we dont love ourselves.

Trust our life
Believe in life
Trust in life
And life will be good to us.

 
4) Apocalypse is my Sanctuary

My Soul has been ripped from me
Taken so far for the eye cant see
Fear has gripped the hell out of me
I have been imprisoned never to be set free.

Wandering around looking for salvation
Barren world and a destroyed nation
I walk to the closest town
Only to see no one around.

Quiet and empty covers this place
When you first enter here with a smiling face
Now its nothing but a memory
Where is everyone? Where can they be?

Entering the store to get supplies
The stench of death and the sound of flies
The owner lies behind the desk
With a gunshot wounds to his head and chest.

I took what i needed and left the money with him
Why did he die? He had no sins
Walking away from the horrible scene
Leaving the town that was in my dream.

I journey to the nearest city looking for aid.
I only see bounty hunters being paid
They send their captives to the prison
Only to hear them being killed one by one.                    

[Reaper2051]

No comments? are my poems that bad?                    

[TrinireturnofGamez]

the names are a bit unfitting for your poems .... STRONG use of metaphor  in the poem and then you give it a straightforward name     , and it DOESN'T have to rhyme! i find rhyimg [ or however its spelt ] ruins the potency of the words in a poem about a serious topic like death or the crime wave.   but then again thats just me......

oh yeah.. good poems .                    

[carlsberg]

poems don't necessarily need to rhyme.

                                             A mind, once streched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions -Oliver Holmes                    

[Shinigami]

Good poems i liked 1 & 4 they were really good and u could b a songwriter or make songs instead of poems if u can play an instrument.                    

[CrashKid]

dat was some real deep sh!t man i was touch f**king touch it was good n b e a u tiful                    

[New Era Outlaw]

Dude....good poems and all, but shouldn't this be in the Showcase?
I mean, the 'Poetry Thread' used to be there and all.                    

[Reaper2051]

thanks all i will send more to that forum                    

[strongton]

horse you need help, st anns is the place for you                    

[New Era Outlaw]

horse you need help, st anns is the place for you

Not the poetic type, are you?
His poems are demonstrating a little something called 'angst', strongton.
It's been used by many literary geniouses, in particular, Edgar Allen Poe.
Go and read a book once in a while before you start bashing. Please.
Just because somebody uses angst in a poem, does NOT mean that he's crazy.


Besides which, I've been to St. Anns.
Contrary to what people may GENERALLY have you believe, those are the most level-headed people you'll ever meet. Why, just yesterday, I engaged in this riveting conversation with an inmate, about the possibility of using an army of gorillas to take over the moon.
Why the moon, you may ask?
Simple.
Everybody knows that the moon is made out of green cheese.
And NOTHING says 'Global Domination' like capitalising the market on green cheese.

Hey, it could work.
I double-dog DARE you to prove me wrong.
[/insane]                    

[Reaper2051]

Strongton leave meh peoms alone if u dont like them go somewhere else.                    

[TaC_uP]

horse you need help, st anns is the place for you

Not the poetic type, are you?
His poems are demonstrating a little something called 'angst', strongton.
It's been used by many literary geniouses, in particular, Edgar Allen Poe.
Go and read a book once in a while before you start bashing. Please.
Just because somebody uses angst in a poem, does NOT mean that he's crazy.


Besides which, I've been to St. Anns.
Contrary to what people may GENERALLY have you believe, those are the most level-headed people you'll ever meet. Why, just yesterday, I engaged in this riveting conversation with an inmate, about the possibility of using an army of gorillas to take over the moon.
Why the moon, you may ask?
Simple.
Everybody knows that the moon is made out of green cheese.
And NOTHING says 'Global Domination' like capitalising the market on green cheese.

Hey, it could work.
I double-dog DARE you to prove me wrong.
[/insane]

Next time u visit st anns.....stay dere                    

[Reaper2051]

Thanks Tac Up                    

[Reaper2051]

1) Fallen Hopes and Shattered Dreams

Fallen Hopes and Shattered Dreams
Wut once was life is not wut it seems
Death prays amongst the living
It takes those who arent giving
Feed their souls to the depths of hell.
Throw them in the chasm of the bottomless well.

Walking through the shadows and mist
Look at a book with a lot of names to list
To look into their eyes full of fear
For I bring only one thing here.
Death is my ally,Death is my friend
We are together till the end.

Hearts are broken by a single word
Going through each ear not to be heard
Time is not always on your side
But dont worry cause I am your guide.

A lonely soul comes to the gate
He knocks and knocks but he still has to wait
He tries the door but it will not open
Unknown to him of wut he has awoken
With no answer he decides to leave
Sadness in his heart as he begins to grieve.

2) Darkness and Pain..
Darkness and pain
Is it my life or am I insane
To everyone its jus a fucking game
Life is precious and so is love
Im goin down not above.

Hell is waiting and I have the ticket
My soul is there already and nothing with it
Im goin first class not second class
For I leave behind the pain of my past

Will i make friends in hell i doubt
Cause i dont know my sin and what it is about
I left my life with soo much grief
Maybe my new life will give some relief

Souls are lost and souls are found
My soul will always be around
I see people wandering near and far
One looks like he was hit by a car
Another looks like she came out a pit
When I saw ur hands her wrists were slit.

The last person I saw I truly felt sorry
He died horribly when he got hit by a Lorry
My death was not easy no one knew how i felt
How I died? I hung myself without no help.

3) Lost Love, Lost Hope

Love is an endless thing
Love and happiness is something i bring
Happiness is a lucky charm
Happiness can not do you any harm

Peace is what I like
Peace is one big bright light
Respect is something we need
Respect is one thing I truly believe

A person needs love and kindness
You are the person who really deserves this
Love and Respect is what i can show
For you are the one I love
And you already know

Wake up sweetie its time to go
Let's get inside before it begins to snow
We will wrap up by the fireplace
The lips from your kiss is what i love to taste

We could cuddle and snuggle side by side
We can hold each other till the day we die
For if we are parted the pain will be severe
Cause we apart instead of being here.                    

[Paine_]

that's to heart man, are u in a band or somethin or do u just like poetry? you got some talent going on there                    

[Reaper2051]

thanks man                    

[Reaper2051]

Innocence Lost and Found

Pure at heart
Your soul untainted
Free of insecurity
You are ready for the coming world

No one can touch you
No one can harm you
Follow your heart
It will lead you to salvation

Beware of those who are full of lies
Beware of the corrupted
Beware of those who say they are pure
Becareful of those who will try to seduce you

Guidance and hope are your allies
Trust those whom you know very well
Trust your soul until the end
For its your only light in this dark world                    

[W1nTry]

You've got some skill i'll give you that, I knew someone who was into poems, they're a lifetime away now, got her stuff published in the states, I think you should look into getting ur stuff put up on a larger scale, maybe send to a publisher away for free once they acknowledge ur work as ur own. You may get it in a book or two. Thats just a suggetion though... i'm not too big on poetry anymore but, do you have any with a lighter theme to them? though great worth is wroth in pain and darkness, there is light as well. I'd like to see work as good as u have here but on the other spectrum                    

[Reaper2051]

sorry man but thats how i write i wish it was under better circumstances but wut can i say im a dark writer                    

[Reaper2051]

1) Tragic Story

Eventful beginning
Suspenseful middle
Tragic ending
All parts of our lives

True love is bliss
Pain hastefully begins to listen
Heartache prevails in the end
How can one person overcome this?

Wondering soul searching for peace
Looking and looking but he is lost
A bright light flickers in the distance
Only to his dismay that it is an illusion

His lengthy journey takes it toll
Old age has caught up with him
His final resting place is under a palm tree
With his final breath he notices that....

He is finally home.


2) Power Corrupts All.

Greed is wanted
Pain is spotted
Screams of torture
He finally has power

Corruption stands at his side
His mistress on the other
He summons his minions
Orders are about to be given

Reign of terror sweeps through the night
Gunshots are being heard in the distance
Bodies are scattered all over
A bloody massacre has taken place here

Villagers rise up against him
He is outnumbered and unprepared
His troops join the rebels
They force him out of power

A nation now freed from his reign
He has been exiled
The new leader is the savior
Unbeknownst to the others
The savior has her own sick agenda

3) Reunited

Months of bloody fighting
His tour is now over
He packs his gear for the last time
He is going home

He departs from his team
His second family is saddened by his departure
They treat him like a brother
That time is now over

Arriving at the airport
Boarding his flight
Soon he will see them
His wife and son

He arrives home after an exhausting flight
A taxi awaits him
He leaves the airport to be home with his family
But he didnt get a well deserved welcome

He arrives noticing a huge crowd
He also sees the police
He learns that his family has been murdered
Depression takes over his soul and claims his life

He is finally reunited with his loving family..


4) Friend or Foe?

Friends are there
Foes are not
Your friends support you
Foes are there to backstab you

Can you tell a friend from foe?
It is very hard to tell
You might end up in heaven
Or in the depths of hell

Friendship can overpower your foe's hatred
Beware, a friend can betray you
Then join up with your most hated foe
The fight of your life is about to begin

Days upon days you battle him
Sadness and grief are left in your wake
Many lives have been destroyed
New allies and foes arise

A new war is being waged
But not on land or sea or in the air
There is only one place that it is being waged
In the depths of our souls.