In mah free time I like to write poems so I decided to post some of them, remember these are my COPYRIGHTED poems so if you steal one without asking my permission then I'll kick yer buttie to mars!! x.x Mwahaha, enjoy!
 

Is Love Really Gold?

Is it really gold?
You spend you life looking,
Looking and wanting,
Pleading and hoping,
That one day it’ll be true.
True love is more then two words.
It’s a heart full of thoughts,
Wondering what the next day brings,
Maybe something will happen,
And that love will be lost.
Maybe it was never meant to be.
Maybe it is true after all.
Is it really gold?
To sped forever looking,
For someone to hold,
Just to know that one day,
Someday-it’ll be over
Or if you’re lucky… never-ending.
 

Through My Eyes

Through my eyes,
I look at life.
The sun rises,
The day goes by,
The sun retires below the horizon.

Through my eyes,
Species go extinct,
War breaks out,
People live no longer,
Grief is spread. 

Through my eyes,
Kindness is true.
Love is forever,
Hate is forgotten,
All is forgiven. 

 Through my eyes,
I see life,
Continue on,
Many things,
Not all good, but not all bad.

Through my eyes,
The sun rises,
To a new day.
A new hope.
A new life to watch, 

As the tigress prowls,
The wolf howls her song.
People live,
People die.
Through my eyes,

 I watch as life carries on.
 

A Sun Sweet Poem

A sun sweet poem,
Close your eyes and your there,
In a place that only a sun sweet poem can take you.
Close your eyes and imagine,
In a place that only a sun sweet poem can take you.
Your heart is free to fly. 

A dream it may be,
Real it may be,
Perfect it may be,
A nightmare it may be,
A sun sweet poem it is,
Your heart is free to fly.

 Listen to the song of the wolves,
Listen to the drumming beat of the heart.
Listen to the ocean forever and free.
Listen to the gentle hum of a bee.
Listen to the words of the sun sweet poem.
Your heart is free to fly.

 Watch the flowers bloom.
Watch the sun die as the stars are born.
Watch the snow fall.
Watch the sky so blue.
Watch the words of a sun sweet poem.
Your heart is free to fly.  

Feel the breeze calm and gentle.
Feel the cold of the dark.
Feel the warmth of the light.
Feel the love around you.
Feel the spirit of a sun sweet poem.
Your heart is free to fly.

A sun sweet poem,
Close your eyes and your there,
In a place that only a sun sweet poem can take you.
Close your eyes and imagine,
In a place that only a sun sweet poem can take you.
Your heart is free to fly.
 

This Cathedral
(ugh... I had to write this one for world studies, I liked it thought)

Giant windows to let in His light,
Colored with stories and tales,
Reds, blues, yellows, and gold,
The focus of city life and spirit,
Built tall, close to the heavens,
Built magnificent for all to see,
Doors align the shape of hands in prayer.
The elegant building’s shape a cross,
Respected by all who see it,
The bishop, in charge,
Serves Him and teaches others about Him.
A religion, so famous,
So old yet faith still so true.
The religion of Christianity,
Flourishes in this,
This holy place, this Cathedral.
 

Love Broken

 I can’t say it enough.
The three word phrase.
That means so much.
I love you.
It meant for happiness,
But that never lasts.
That phrase I can’t stand,
To say to love,
To hear them be spoken.
Then broken as the heart is,
Torn into the pieces;
I, you,
Never to be connected,
By such a word as love,
Never to be together,
Unless the heart is mended,
And all is forgiven.
Then, maybe then,
Not now, not soon.

More to come later...