POLL: Best and most creative self-written emo poem wins?
March 8th 2009 by nuk in emo poems
Jkb11 asked:
Okay, I’m really bored, so I am having an emo contest. You have to write the poem yourself, it does NOT have to rhyme, it has to be at least 4 LINES, and most of all, IT HAS TO SOUND EMO. Good luck! Here’s mine!
Okay, I’m really bored, so I am having an emo contest. You have to write the poem yourself, it does NOT have to rhyme, it has to be at least 4 LINES, and most of all, IT HAS TO SOUND EMO. Good luck! Here’s mine!
All I can see
Is a blanket of darkness surrounding me
My best in life, I never gave
Now my soul is Satan’s slave.
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ik zie het. roestig metaal
ik raap het op,
een besnoeiing, bloed
het voelde goed, maar slechts voor een ogenblik i' ll doe het opnieuw, laten ellende me overgaan
van u was groot!
a black rose i give to you
a reminder of the thing we shared
something that never was
it was a breeze
silent and cold
and it left so soon
but the dark clouds it brought
stay on with me
ein bisschen emo / goth Mischung …… nicht schlecht an alle ….. Ich lag hier zu weinen, wie ich getan haben, bevor … langsam sterben, Blutungen auf dem Boden …. never felt this way, so allein, so tot …..
I' m emo ain' t zo kleurloos dat!
Ik denk aan slechts mijn zelf, me eerst jongstleden me.
Make-up zo wit zoals document,
spijkers zo zwart zoals nachten donkerste uur.
I' m emo, ain' t het een griezelig soort droevig?
I' m 100% me en dat dat alles zijn is van belang,
mijn haar zo ingevet zoals kippen terug,
mijn kleren zo strakke ademhaling wordt een karwei,
I' m emo die ik. hoe dan ook heb gedacht. huh. Ik ken me niet zelfs.
I' m pathetische, ware dat!
Ik wil verschillend van elke zijn
anders maar ik word gek wanneer zij don' t begrijpt.
I' m bizar zelfs aan mijn zelf en I don' t
begrijp zelfs.
I' m emo zijn gek ik ken,
Ik haat mijn zelf en manier ik ben
maar I ain' t dat niets gaat doen veranderen.
lol dacht I dit (schreef ik het ja mijn zelf) ik houdt emo van geen po?zie bij allen omdat zijn zieken en enkel zo. vrij grappig was. .so. de rilling *a reduceert mijn spine*. .its enkel werkelijk gek, maar ik hoop u een lach of twee uit mijn dwaze poem= krijgt)
Mmm … Ik zou zeggen dat het meer als straf dan emo, maar het geeft uiting aan wat u wilt presenteren. Hier is het mijne, hope you like it: Hij stond helemaal alleen, alleen in de leegte van zijn land van herkomst; wachten dat iemand, dat iemand om mee te gaan. Wating in de duisternis luisteren naar elk geluid, ellende om hem heen, probeerde te verzwelgen zijn ziel. Proberen te stoppen met de pijn, tegenslagen en hopeloze woorden, Gevoel volledig waardeloos, Voor de afwezigheid van zijn liefde. Niet in staat haar te vinden, niet in staat zich te verplaatsen, tranen wolk zijn ogen, totdat hij ziet niet meer. Hij staat bij het raam wacht op haar terugkeer; tien jaar is verstreken, aangezien ze liep de deur uit.
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE, WONT U DIE!
ok so that wasn’t an original i got that off of a funny tv show called home improvement that really isn’t a home improvement show it is a comedy.
yours is good, but i’ve heard the first 2 lines before.
A dark blanket falls over our heads?
Burying us in night?
Nobody sees under the cover
?For they fear any but the light?
Although you and I go out and explore?
This secret world of black?
And then the sun will rise again?
But soon our haven will come back`
my head is clouded
in something thicker than rain
my hair does not cover
enough of my face
i wish they’d stop
whispering about me
as they skitter past
running from me
as if i’m the monster thats
rotting the world from all it’s
Purity
She walks on the moonlit marble
She stares at the blood drenched pool
Every exhaled breath for her is like a silent scream
Her heart beats faster as she thinks his name
A silent tear escapes as she knows she cannot be his
She has tried and tried again
And he has stabbed her time and time again with his invisible knife
Although he does not know the damage done
It does not change the fact that there was damage
And that now she stares at the pool of blood
Where people before her have stood and contemplated about their life
For this was a sacred place
Where there were no judgements
No fears and no happiness
Just pain as people silently mourned for their hearts
She knows she cannot be saved
She is already too far gone
And she pulls out the knife she had been hiding from herself
And with one last thought of him
She plunged the knife into her already bleeding heart
And she fell into the pool of blood
And even now she thinks of him
Even now when she is not breathing
She realises
You cannot heal if you are not alive
But it’s too late she already committed suicide
A lonely tear falls from my eye,
from memories its been shed.
And as it slowly trickles by,
It finds a spot to make its bed.
There it stays. A meaningless drop,
No-one who loves it, and its full of fears
Until its greeted from the top,
By another stream of tears.
And as it continues on its fall,
To where its journey ends,
It finds its not meaningless at all,
As long as it has friends…
now that it has made its bed
next to my bloody pool of red
it awaits for another tear to fall
we do all need friends afterall… facebook xD add me http://www.facebook.com/friends/?ref=tn#/profile.php?id=509185778&ref=profile … wtf it says my email is fake…
when will the contest be over?
there he lay,
my love,
my life.
with a dagger in hand,
covered in a pool of red.
tears fall,
from my cheek to the ground.
my love.
dead,
forever and forever,
i will cry over him.
his saphire blue eyes,
and even his black hair which “covered” his left eye,
his pale perfect skin, i will miss every crease in his “perfect” body.
my love,
dead for all eternity.
alone in the silence.
i’m lost and frayed,
spinning in useless circles.
no sense of direction.
my map ripped to pieces,
my compass shattered.
stuck
in this dark hole.
no light to lead me out.
no one to come save me from my heartache.
only me and the silence.
brynne~6.23.09
On edge
On edge
looking down
deciding
wondering choosing
where will i go?
how will it feel?
falling
floating
on edge
decisions mean everything now
decide
fall
float
Ur powms awsome i luv it i luv every ones poems
and mine is 100% original i wrote it myself among many others
i luv 2 write
As the pain sinks in, the blood runs out.
Is it enough for me to die? No but its enough to make you cry. Can you tell me why I feel this way?
Can you tell me why I do these things?
I cut to bleed, I bleed to forget, forget the pain thats deep inside, the pain that makes me cry. How could this happen to me? Everything was so perfect, or it seemed to be.
I’m tired of this life I live and I just want it to end.
Can you tell me why I feel this way?
Can you tell me why i do these things?
I cut to bleed, I bleed to forget, forget the pain thats deep inside, the pain that makes me cry.
Does anyone see the real me or do they choose to ignore;
ignore this brokenhearted girl.
I’m here screamin out for help but no one cares.
No one listens, they just go on with their own lives and I’m left here alone, alone to die.
“im fine” she says “nothing is wrong” a lie told to all who try to help, a lie believed only to well, but inside she is slowly dying. long sleeved shirts and pants hide the truth, just another teenager dressed all in black but its only to match the darkness within herself. sitting alone on her bed, the lights have long since gone out, a shaking hand grasps the blade, she rolls up her sleeve and for a moment she stares, so much pain carved into her pale wrist. as the tears begin to fall she brings the blade down slicing through the shame, cutting through the lies and broken promises that brought her to this point, she rips out the pieces of her shattered heart with each cut she makes. the pain runs down her arm soaking into her flesh, covering her soft skin with the grief she cannot escape. 1 more night alone, no one truly cares enough to see through her happy face to the broken girl hidden within. 1 more night thinking about how to live through the coming morning. 1 more night fighting the urge to end it all. 1 more night of hating herself for not having the strength to let go. 1 more night of knowing she will never be free, the memories will always haunt her, the feelings will always invade her heart but as the hopelessness sets in and the pain begins once more to eat away at her she picks up the blade 1 more time, needing 1 more cut, 1 more memory etched into her flesh reminding her of a past she cannot escape. pressing deep she draws it across her skin, blood pours out of her wrist to pool in her hands. she finally reached too far to come back from. falling back on the bed she gasps at the relief flowing through her body, a release from the pain, a release from all the pressure building up inside, a release from it all..at long last she is free..
every night i lie crying awake in bed
think about past troubles and ones ahead
and every lie you have every spoken
and how they left me heart cut and broken
bleeding nothing but the void of my soul
which is the deepest darkest hole
where the thoughts i conceive
would make anyone greive
all night they run through my head
making me wish i was dead
and every night i do not cope
i stay alive out of a stupid useless hope
telling myself the troubles almost done
although i know there’ll be another one
and again at night ill cry
just wishing i could die
every time i was sruck
left me more and more fucked up
where should i start
everytime she broke my heart
or everytime they called me names
or when they excluded me from their games
everytime they called me geek
or everytime they called me emo freak
when they joked about the clothes i wear
or how i dyed my hair
or when they laughed at me in the halls
well fuck you sheboygan falls
or everytime they called me queer
none of them saw the tear
but they wouldnt care
thats another thing to insult right there
at least she loved me
at least there was her
she was what made me go on day after day
everthough i was stilled called gay
there was her
i loved you
i loved you
but now i hate me
you made me
because what you said
i want to be dead
you say you feel bad
fuck i feel sad
i fucking hurt
i fucking loved you
i loved you slut
these are for these cuts
the blood in my laps for you
what would i lose what would i gain
to live with people who doent understand my pain
or to finally just blow my brain
i wanna die
good bye
every time i was struck
left me more and more fucked up
where should i start
everytime she broke my heart
or everytime they called me names
or when they excluded me from their games
everytime they called me geek
or everytime they called me emo freak
when they joked about the clothes i wear
or how i dyed my hair
or when they laughed at me in the halls
well fuck you sheboygan falls
or everytime they called me queer
none of them saw the tear
but they wouldnt care
thats another thing to insult right there
at least she loved me
at least there was her
she was what made me go on day after day
even though i was stilled called gay
there was her
i loved you
i loved you
but now i hate me
you made me
because what you said
i want to be dead
you say you feel bad
fuck that i feel sad
i fucking hurt too
i fucking loved you
i fucking loved you slut
these are for you these cuts
the blood in my laps for you
you see what you made me do
what would i lose what would i gain
to live with people who doent understand my pain
or to finally just blow my brain
i wanna die
good bye
first one was typed wrong
5 blades
which one to choose?
which one reminds me the most of you?
making your invisible cuts come to life
and still you say its just another lie
how is my life in the palm of my hands
something you ridicule - just another brand
of who you say im ‘pretending’ to be
but you dont know anything about me
so i break off i become so numb
even i dont know what ive become
so leave me alone before its too late
before my suicide can prove my hate
I’m drowning softly in crimson tides
Forever running between two sides
Fleeing swiftly from their kind
Always hiding in this mind
Love and Hate quarel fast
Battles, bloody, always last
Stab me swift
While I drift
Make me pay
Upon this day
So make me bleed
And feed the seed
Quickly it grows
Yet still no one knows
The evil inside me
So soon will be free
The end is coming
I can hear the drummimg
Of my heart screamimg out
And I know without a doubt
You left me broken
Your love a token
You’ve played your game
Now isn’t it a shame
You killed me that day
But still I stay…