I wrote this one a few months ago, like this one because I just typed it up. Like I felt like typing so I ended up typing it. And I want to add, I'm not dark or freaky or anything, I just happened to write about death but not in a gruesome manner. Anyway here's the other
When I'm gone,
And I can't/if I could,
I know will/would,
miss you still.
When I'm gone,
celebrate,
The days I had,
they were great.
When I'm gone,
you will look,
not one to find,
no one to see.
When I'm gone,
please don't grieve,
I knew you, few,
that's ecstasy.
When I'm gone,
I'll be dead,
You'll look down,
and see "the head".
Upon the marble it will read,
here lies She,
Date of birth,
and D.O.D..
I posted this question last night but I got very little feedback. Like I stated, I'm not a poet by any means I'm 14 but I typed this up last night and I liked how it sounded. What do you think?
You are gone,
this day I've feared,
Where did you go,
you're not here.
If you read the pillow,
you will see,
my eyes have soaked,
where you used to sleep.
I beg you babe,
please wipe my tears,
like you would do,
through our shared years.
I still live,
though I'm not alive,
I think of you,
and I just die.
Why did you go,
Why here and now,
You couldn't just wait,
for my heart's last POUND?
You went too early,
just 25,
I told you,
"Don't get off 'til 99.".
I'll see you soon,
some day we'll meet,
If I must,
I'll kick the chair,
from my feet.
When I'm gone,
And I can't/if I could,
I know will/would,
miss you still.
When I'm gone,
celebrate,
The days I had,
they were great.
When I'm gone,
you will look,
not one to find,
no one to see.
When I'm gone,
please don't grieve,
I knew you, few,
that's ecstasy.
When I'm gone,
I'll be dead,
You'll look down,
and see "the head".
Upon the marble it will read,
here lies She,
Date of birth,
and D.O.D..
I posted this question last night but I got very little feedback. Like I stated, I'm not a poet by any means I'm 14 but I typed this up last night and I liked how it sounded. What do you think?
You are gone,
this day I've feared,
Where did you go,
you're not here.
If you read the pillow,
you will see,
my eyes have soaked,
where you used to sleep.
I beg you babe,
please wipe my tears,
like you would do,
through our shared years.
I still live,
though I'm not alive,
I think of you,
and I just die.
Why did you go,
Why here and now,
You couldn't just wait,
for my heart's last POUND?
You went too early,
just 25,
I told you,
"Don't get off 'til 99.".
I'll see you soon,
some day we'll meet,
If I must,
I'll kick the chair,
from my feet.