Dalk's poems of whatever he feels like writing about at the moment

It's a beautiful and touching poem but I shall look at it from a technical perspective o:

Hmm, the use of the semi-colon seems inappropriate here because of the word "and". You would have been better just using a comma, though I know how much fancier a semi-colon looks. xD

Second line seems far too crude for such a fluent poem.

There's a funny little exception to the posessive use of apostrophes with the word "it". You don't use one. It is just "its". Okay now I'm being too picky B|

My favourite stanza was the final one- your repetition was clever and it almost became free verse. Very touching.

All is loooove <3

 

Left Alone Tonight

There's another one
Another helpless soul
Another person lost to what we thought we won
A teeming temptation gives way to our sun
Gives way to a love
From the barrel of a gun

This may not be right
I tried, but not hard enough
There was no way to get to what would make it all all right
A teeming temptation gives birth to my light
Gives way to a love
But I left you alone tonight

There's so many of us
So many walk among these streets
Another one is just like me now, another heart combusts
Among the world that I see, another city rusts
Among those who want
Another person lusts

There may not be a right
I feel no pain from what you say
I don't think I should try again to find a shining light
My mind and heart begin to fight
It's justifiable
There's no one to leave me alone tonight

 

Since this is the first time I've actually stumbled across this wonderful poem thread of yours, I'll be damned... I'm liking what I'm seeing so far. Your Cherry Tree poem caught my eye, and although the pattern is a tad odd, I really liked the fluidity and feel of this poem. The general feeling I get with this poem is naturey, and that you're in a calm but happy cloud where there's hope, bravery and love.
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c: Wonderful poem Dalk. You gave us the audience a clear and realistic impression that you're seeing people/cities around you fall deeply into a false sense of hope and trapped by lust. The portrayal of you trying to gain a sense of justice, but feeling doubtful about yourself...
Nice one Dalk! Do continue with your wonderful poetry.
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Into Memory

With me
You were once such a good thing;
You had made me so happy,
I hope I did that much for you.

Leave me,
Please don't try to soothe me,
Say it's easy to lose me,
I'll find some way to breathe without you.

Tell me
That it's easy to leave me,
And with only the memory
Of what I used to be with you.

Memory
Please look back on what we had,
Is it all that you wanted?
I sure hope that it was.

Night leaves,
And the sun brings the mornings,
Because with it a new day can sing;
And the nighttime fades to memory.

I breathe,
And I'm watching as you leave,
Because with it our time leaves,
And it fades to memory too.

 

Dalk you really have talent for this kind of thing

The Poems you write are really touching

I especially liked this one

The transition is has it's great

 

Maybe in Hell

Okay, upon further reviewing of the rules I find that I am allowed to post this, as long as I warn everyone that it contains violent and disturbing stuff and it is most definitely not for kids.

So everyone, I warn you that this poem contains violent and disturbing stuff and it is most definitely not for kids.

Spoiler

I saw them walking down the street, their words accented by their feet;
Embracing, basking in the love that they had thought that they had earned.
But here I turned around to see him rip her heart out right before her eyes,
And then he gave it to me; such a warm and bittersweet suprise.
He turns to me, he tells me "Don't you worry for her life,
"She'll be fine, I said I loved her, she'll get over this in time."

And even though she was still breathing, I could feel her sorrow seething;
Yes, she was alive, but she felt so dead inside.
Then the boy who broke her heart just turned away and left her there,
To start again, with no one in the world to care.

And there she cried.

Her life had laid there in my hands, and there I beckoned her to rise,
Because although she lost her heart, her head was hers, and so was mine.
She lay there, loveless, soulless, she had lost her heart with what he'd done;
She gave him love and kindness and he gave her want to eat a gun.
What good was this, with red now splattered all across the floor?
What would be left of a girl who cried inside forevermore?

A towel for the blood she left and then another for her tears
Had graced the words I tried to give against the things that were her fears;
"You'll never love another" are the words that reach her troubled ears.
And now this love loaded a gun as a bullet kiss for her;
All she needed to do now was pull the mother****ing trigger.
Cue myself, I plead to her, I tell her this is not the answer.

I took her heart, I held it gently, then I handed it back to her;
I took her up, I took her part, and tried my very best to help her.
Here she claimed she was insane, that something was wrong in her brain,
That there was something wrong with her because she dared believe in love.
For this, she said that she deserved the pain that he had given her.

She told me it was all her fault, I told her that it wasn't true,
She told me she deserved the noose, that she deserved a noose.
I argued, begged, and pleaded with her, I knew that somewhere she was needed.
Someone, somewhere had to love her, at least, one person; that I knew.

She said that this world was never meant for her;
She pulled that trigger;
A bullet kiss shot from that barrel, and then she was gone forever.
I never heard the shot reverberate off every wall and floor,
I never heard her scream for me, scream at me, like she would no more.

I never could have known that she had done what I wished she wouldn't,
There was no warning for me, I would have stopped her but I couldn't.
She said that no one loved her, but I knew at least one person did;
I loved her, she took my heart with her;
I never told her, I wish I did.

She had blamed herself for what her man had done instead,
A sweet and sorrow sonnet sang its way in circles, 'round her head.
And although she thought she was insane, and on the inside, dead;
She is not the one who caused this;
HE WAS ****ED UP IN THE HEAD.

He had taken out her heart and left her there with something cold,
A change of plans, a change of girls; to him she was growing old.
And now I sit here, on this street where he had started all this hell,
And here he held another girl, another one who did him well.
My anger here seethed like the sorrow that had from that girl that was no more,
She did this to her of his choice, and she was gone forevermore.

I followed him and his new girlfriend silently to their front door,
They opened it and they went in, and there he knocked her to the floor.
I saw it all from my front window, I heard it from my peeking perch;
The sound of her hitting the ground as that boy stood and struck her down.

I opened up the door as he was screaming at his girl,
He was shouting bloody murder, I screamed back at him even louder,
"Is it better for you now that she lies injured on the ground
While the girl I loved lies six feet under; that's where she is now!
So look at where you put them now, look at where they fell;
Because I hope that she can give you just what you deserve in hell."

And here I turn the gun to him; I say I'm doing it for her.
I load the barrel, cock it, line it up and pull that ****ing trigger.

And now I'm turning to the girl who's beaten black and blue.
This never was her fault, she never knew just what that boy would do.
She's petrified in fear now, I can see it in her eyes;
That look of sorrow, fear, and anguish, and above it all, surprise.

But I just walk right by her as she begs me for her life;
She did nothing to deserve this, she was just the devil's wife.
And now I walk back out that door that I had trespassed with before,
And I left that bruised and beaten girl with the devil, on the floor.

And there she cried.

And now the flashing lights and sirens greet me at this door,
The cops there point their guns at me, and tell me to get on the floor.
But I don't need their bullets, I can use my own instead;
So I take the gun that's in my hand and raise it to my head.

And here they tell me not to do it, like they don't want me to die.
But I don't even feel so nervous, even though I start to cry.
"So maybe we can meet in hell, and finally be together"
Is the last thought inside my head as I cock the gun and pull the trigger~

 

Life In Four Parts

I

Life springs forth from the fountain of the earth
Freshly sewn and freshly sprouted
And with eyes and arms outstretched toward the sky it says;

"Hello world
I look forward to meeting you"

II

Innocence sans eyes
Able to feel, yet unable to truly see the world
And it feeds on lies just as much as it does truth
Through the things that people put in its head

It feels numb
But it feels no different than it ever has
And thus it assumes normality

It eagerly anticipates responsibility
Not for the obligation, but for the power which it brings
Joyfully it accepts this responsibility in the form of choice

The sun shines warmly on the flourishing life the world has nurtured
With arms wide and eager for acceptance it excersizes power
It can almost feel itself growing

With arms and wings spread wide it proclaims;

"I love you, world"

III

It sits solemnly, still reeling

It never could have known
It never could have known the consequence that followed choice
It never could have prepared for it

It stares at its hands
They are the hands of something fundamentally flawed
They are the organs of its mistakes
The instruments with which it adds imperfection to the world

Like leaves, they wither
They break from its arms and flake to the ground
Never again will it use them like this

It has learned
It has fed its own mind
To it, this food is irrevocable truth

The chill its actions bring it mount
Until it finds a way to move on
Only to return to the allure for power that choice brings

And in this, it asks;

"World,
I wished so much to know you,
Why will you not know me?"

IV

Eyes sans innocence

It stares at its hands
They are the hands of something fundamentally flawed
They are the organs of its mistakes
The instruments with which it added imperfection to the world

But it was life
A life that it had lived only through that cycle of imperfection
And in this, it is content

It feels cold
But it knows that it is supposed to
Maybe the chill of those mistakes that haunt it have finally become too much

And thus, with content in its heart it turns its eyes upward
Toward the sky that it had seen so long ago
And it says:

"Goodbye world
I am content to leave here
But I wish I could have talked to you more often"

"I wish you hadn't been so busy
I wish I hadn't been so busy either"






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