More Poems...

[John_Doe]

Tale Never Told!

This pain I feel inside, hurts so bad...
The thought of losing you, drives me mad...
That longing of your words, your beauty to behold...
A tale of our love, that will never be told.

Torn...

I hear whispers, in the dead of night...
A voice calling me, saying I will be alright...
A woman's soft touch, her hand upon my heart...
As she rips it out, and tore my soul apart.

[April]

Thank you John, for sharing more of the real person behind the username.

[John_Doe]

Thanks April, hope they aren't too dark to post here. :) Just feelings and emotions sometimes come out in poems and can often be dark or disturbing, but these are just my way to express things sometimes.

[April]

Not at all John, we all need a place to get some things off our chest and I think for myself personally, your feelings and emotions are more understandable now that I have read a little about where they came from.

I think they are more insightful than disturbing, and you have given us all the chance to know you as a person :)

[John_Doe]

Thanks :) A lot of it comes from within, and I guess better writing stuff like this, than going down that other route :(

I appreciate your words that find them insightful, means a lot :) I'm sure be lots more soon, lol, always go up and down a bit and when down write.

[Brigit Astar]

Thank you for having the courage to write out your feelings and emotions for all of us to read.

[John_Doe]

Thank you Brigit for your comment. I think my best writing comes out when I'm feeling down and blah, and it shows in my poems. Like said, it's better this than bottling them up and doing something else stupid.

Wrote another one, so thought post it here. Hope people enjoy.

Man!

Looking at that man, staring back at me...
His face of ugliness, hides his pain that I see...
Tears swelling, down across his cheek...
A face of loneliness, no friends to speak...
His heart inside, never shown any love...
His appearance outside, a freak made from above...
Crying and suffering, for everyone to laugh...
His pain to show, on his own behalf...
But this man that looks, back at me...
Is my own reflection, of what I have become to be...