Im 12 years old. Love to right, if you hate it dont bother commenting because its the type of poem either ya luvvv er u hate.ps i wrote this today
Sitting in the rain knowing thats it over
Sitting in the rain trying to accept the truth.
Sitting in the rain all memory trying to be forgotten.
Trying to accept that you dont love me anymore.
Rain drops falling on my skin
the touch as cold,
as ice, feeling the shock sting me.
Knowing that i loved you
only wondering if you felt the same
Trying to think tomoorow you will love me
but it never came.
My body frozen now,
I think that my thoughts are driving me insane.
I knew that i should get up,
live the freeezing place
Know that eventually,
death would be my fate/
I sat in cold
I sat in missery
Tears i cried,
rolling down my cheeks.
My hands numb.
I still think only of you.
The words you said
and what they meant,
I look down and see the bracelet you had once
given me.
Forever it said.
.............................
What are your thoughts on this poem?
Amazingly deep!! For a 12 year old, you put a lot of raw emotion and feeling into your writing, and you write like a more mature person would. This is incredible poetry. If the poem speaks you an experience you had, I am sorry and hope you get better, because heartbreak is never an easy thing to get over. I should know!! Anyway, you are a born writer, and you're talent shows. Keep your head up kiddo, because you're good and you have a bright head on your shoulders. Everyone doesn't get this kind of talent, so take advantage. You have a great future ahead of you. Great poem!!
Reply:you have fire something is required to kindle it
Reply:A few spelling errors, but over all it is fantastic. This is exactly how I felt yesterday when I found out what I already in my heart knew was true. Keep up the heart felt work, maybe one day you could write for Hallmark.
Reply:heart aches a bummer very good for 12read this
puddles
the days were happy
but oh when the rains came
salty drops of water
if only they were rain
heavy eyes drowning out sorrows
clouding up my memories
so i can think about tomorrow
puddles at my feet
reflections of my memory
the past is hard to beat
the reflections keep looking back
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