Poetry about how we feel about LIFE - About Life...Includes Teenagers and School - Poetry

What's this life for?

What's this life for?
Is it you what it's all about?
I don't think so
because when you're gone
it still goes on

So what's the meaning of life
I don't believe it's getting childrens and a wife
many people are unmarried but still happy
I can't figure out what it could be

so I keep searching for this thing
and while I do I have to think:
why do I have to know the truth
what if it isn't good
if it's sad and seems untrue
I would be searching for some new

would I really believe it if I see it
or would I rather refuse to see it
questioning myself doesn't really help

maybe I've found what I'm looking for
maybe I just haven't realized
maybe life has no sense
maybe the search brings illumination
maybe it just brings consolation

nightmare_nr1@gmx.net

Tangled Abstract Fallacy

Wandering through a land
only soar eyes can see
so lost in the memories of what used to be
I cry when I think of the past
knowing it will never feel that way again
alone and helpless in my mind
I sit here not knowing where to run and hide
Reaching for that ecstasy;
which will only brighten maybe and hour of your life;
but still you pray for it not to end cause your old life will once again begin
Collapsing inside; I have fallen apart
no reason to live, yet i don't want to die
i'm just soo confused and want to cry.
A hurt so extreme
a pain so profound
these are the feelings I feel when anyone's around.
i feel this intense torment eating away at me inside
it grabs on to my heart; pulls at it and pulls at it
forcing me cry
Without knowing why; It has taken me
It has eaten my insides alive
The tears, athough a symbol of pain, are so innocent and pure,
Yet they are streaming down my eyes
I feel them glide along my cheek, and past my lips
With every step the tear takes it eats at my heart like you've been biten by
a leech
they're not just tears of sadness
Tears of crying out for help
Telling God "I am hurting, PLEASE take me from Hell"
Without realizing it I have involuntary been made to choose to think I should
die
I have done things that would cause me to die
but I knew it and I did them anyway
I do not want to die;
yet I'll go
My life is fading away, as the sun beats down on my face,
as the rain pours down from the sky
This is the contradiction of my life,
full of confusion
full of obscure discomfort
along with tangled visions
For I will soon be taken;
I see is coming
This is the end of all my sorrow;
my hidden pain, and
The endless torture that no-one can understand
Good-bye's are hard yet I've been through the worst
To say good-bye to your heart and watch it melt with fear
is about the hardest Good-bye one could ever feel

ErosAngel5@aol.com

I Thought
I thought you'd uderstand it all
but you only understand the problems so very small.

I thought it all would pass with time
but only this poem of my life continues to rhyme.

I thought I had a true true friend
but I feel so lonely and clod in the end.

I thought I could be strong enough without you
but it still continues to make me feel empty and blue.

I thought my problems would change somehow change
but instead of going down they go up in range.

I guess I've just thought a little too much cause nothing ever turns out the
way I think it will

Good goes to bad, bad goes to awful, and leaves me thinking still.

Susan Annis

My Life

I grew up as a sweet girl,
Sorrowless and sweet.
I was always cute,
Cuddly and neat.
But since the day,
My daddy went away...
My life has changed
In a really big way.
I started taking drugs,
And started smoking too.
I met new friends and all,
I even joined a crew.
My mommy got real worried,
And kept her eye on me.
Cause she always wanted me to be the same...
Young, innocent, and sweet.
I go to late night parties,
And run away from home.
I fell sorry for my mom,
Cause she's left all alone.
She's gotta accept me for who i am,
And what I wanna be.
I always ask myself......
What does she really want me to be?
So live each day to the fullest,
And be what you wanna be.
Remember you don't have much time....
So reveal your true identity.
Don't follow in my footsteps,
Or even look up to me.
Cause I am still not the person
My mother wanted me to be.

written by: Lucy NJ

THE GARDEN OF YOUR HEART

Oh, mystery of life! You ever deepen with the rolling years;
Your vast arrayed enigmas are as endless as man’s tears
Shed for his own kind, that not one soul of millions passed
Had found the key that would unlock the secret spell you cast.

Our scientists, philosophers, astronomers and kings
All strive to find the reasons for man’s endless sufferings;
Whilst writers, poets, lyricists combine to paint the scene
The hunger and the wars go on , abhorrent and obscene.

Will man discover answers that will right the human race
In faint, ethereal signals beaming down from outer space?
And will those answers terminate the warlord’s bloody lust;
Or feed the child dying in Sudan’s hot sun-baked dust?

Incessant drive to interfere with nature’s manufacture
To feed the earth with chemicals and change genetic tructure
Beware! The cold, grey fingers rise - of sickness and fatigue;
The haunting, spectral legacies of the Corporates and their greed.

Consider - interstellar quest is fraught with human error
Better, far, to look within to end this reign of terror;
To contemplate, and understand the Great Designer’s plan
And see that what is needed is to change the heart of man.

When the forces of the darkness, and the forces of the Light
Clash daily in your conscience, urging sanity to flight;
When the claws of doubt are tearing at the fabric of your soul
And deny you right of access in the pursuit of your goal;

Then turn your searchlight inwards to the core of your foundation
Rekindle there the fire of Life, and banish condemnation
Re-plant the seeds of right and truth in the garden of your heart;
For never seed has starved nor died where love has played its part.

© Rod Walford 1999

It Is As It Should Be

Written by: Kate Hester
venus2002@acninc.net

I am now with the one I want to be with,
and he is the best thing that can happen in my life.
He'll be there when I feel adrift,
Or he'll be there to help me through my strife.
I can only hope that this won't start a brawl,
Between my friends and he,
For you see my friends and he have mutual feelings that are not so
small.
You see, now the problem with him and my friends have now included me.
I am with him now, and I would never let us come apart,
For then, and only then, will it mean it is the last beating or my heart.
'TIL DEATH DO US PART.

Written by Marine
Lightwind4@aol.com

There was nothing I could do you came into my life,
You might be one day my ex's wife.
I didn't mind even one bit knowing you
Was there when my son bit his lip?
I too had another someone special and dear,
But to my dismay I don't know when
And I don't know how?
You found him and tried to make him
You’re own special pal.
So many lies and deceitful he's not to
Mention the fast curious good byes.
What did I ever do to you?
Please go away let me be.
I don't understand what you want from me?
I have went out of my way to be your friend too
Went shopping, chatting online what more can I do?
Could I be mistaken?
Could I be confused?
Or is it my blood that you want to?

"a cheater"
Written by Michelle West

hey, when will this fall
is it worth it all
as i sit & ponder one two many questions
i have to say my feelings are somewhere to mention
when i was accepted into your dismal dimension
feelings too strong to hide
waiting for you to say good~bye
when this time i have tried
hey, let's slow down and do this right
cause my feelings are nothing but a fright
where do we go from here
or is it just me on this lonely journey
you really care
i don't feel innocence in this air
what your doing isn't fair
if i stay you will go away, but if i go
i'll hit an all time low
confusion, chaos, & fuss
it will bust
hey & so it did
with a one time thing
i wanted to be happy
but you gave me sadness
accompanied by madness
what the hell was i even looking for
not you. . . more

In the Darkness
Written by Kristy
kristy@access.hky.com

In the dark, where no one can see,
Our images fade from white or red into a shadow of spirits that are free.
We can speak our opinion without having to worry.
It is easier to do this when our appearances are blurry.
We can say, "I secretly love you," or, "Sometimes I am scared."
And it is easier in the dark to murmur, "I am sorry for he time I did not
tell you I cared."
And young and old together can laugh and talk and cry.
Africans and Spanish can scream and shout without being questioned why.
We can talk about anything, anything at all.
Because our hearts are big and our openness is not small.
We can pour out our hearts to whomever we please.
So everyone is calm and at ease.
And we can listen to one another without being afraid
Of what kind of reaction the other person may have made.
When we are in the dark, it is like setting us free.
Turning out the light just might be the key.
So the next time you meet someone close your eyes and look deep within.
For only in the dark can you truly see the "real" person and not their face
or clothes or the color of their skin.

The Good Old Days
From: kathy Maka

Little ones yearn to be older.
Old ones desire to be young.
Are we ever satisfied?
Are we ever happy?
Is there ever the perfect time?
The perfect time of life.
Are there any "Good old Days?"
Some look back and think
"That was the life!"
But they don't remember,
That back then they wished
For time to fly by fast.
Then the days seem to inch by so slowly.
Never fast enough.

Hoping and praying that time would melt away.
Where did that bring you?
It brought you to now.
Where you're still wishing time to go by.
Years from you'll think,
"Why didn't I do more when I could?"
You were too busy wishing
For time to go by to realize these are,
"The Good Old Days!"

Teenager

I look in the mirror, and what do I see? A growing women, I use to call 'me.'
As me started changing, I didn't know why, one moment I'd laugh, then the next
I'd cry.
My emotions go wild, my feelings insane my family is one thing, to me just a
pain. I feal misplaced, like I don't belong, everything do, to my parents is
wrong.
No question about it, my friends are changing too. But somehow differently,
what should I do?
Some don't understand what it is to mature, they act like their babies,
that's for sure!
Time are changing things are tough, no one ever said life's this rough. One
day I'm a child, with a curfew of nine, the next I'm a grown up, where's the line?
Since when are boys different and I start to see, that's he's not just a
person, but the world to me?
Things are important, that wasn't before, life is precious, it means so much
more. I just want someone to tell me that they care, and no matter what
happens, there always there.
Jessica Anne Bethany Martin

" Each day is Borrowed"

Live your life as if there
is no tomorrow,
Don't go through life
with hate or sorrow.

Don't spend your days
with a frown,
Even if everything around you
seems to be falling down.

Keep your head
up high,
For all you can do
in life is try.

If things don't work
and make you blue,
Just keep smiling
noone said it was because of you.

Just remember each day
is borrowed,
So live your life as if
there is no tomorrow.

By: Marie

School
Sitting in the classroom, staring at the wall, sometimes I feel like teachers
don't teach me anything at all.
All the kids around me, seem to knew other part, mostly I just sit there,
wishing I were smart.
I get back a major test and wonder what I got, I glance down at my paper and
my stomach seems to rot.
I listen to the teacher, as hard as I possibly could. But I only understand
half the stuff, only half the stuff I should.
I don't understand algebra, it just doesn't make any sense, since when are
there letters in math, the subject makes me tense!
I spend hours on my homework, trying to get it right. Somehow the next day in
school, the hours are out of sight!

Jessica A.B. Martin

Here for you:

Do not be afraid chil
Do not worry about the past,
Come and take my hand child
No harm to you at last.

Come into the light child
Come and leave that route,
For night has sucked you in child
It's time to let you out.

For you have been found my child
You need not worry none,
Im here by your side child
I am here for you son.

By: Nicole Uhl
Nicole3737@aol.com

LEAVING THE HOLE

Tripped by the world
I find a hole
A hole deeply dark
Yet, I see

Others are here
Sunken by love or hate
Some of us leave
Others forever doomed

Talking without words
We share our sorrows
Till thoughts of serenity
Then, you leave the hole

Written by Dennis Tucker
August 1991

''Willing''
by Andrew Rogers (Cyrus658@aol.com)

Your life's reality,
Has shattered your dreams
And has broken your spirit.
But inspite of how you may feel
There is hope and joy,
That will come your way.

It's hard now to see
Or even look to a future,
Filled with joy
But that future, is closer than you think;
For you bring the best
Out of all who you touch
And that joy you give others
Will intern be given to you,
Because you deserve it.

If I could wish
And have it come true,
My wish would be
That all that plague your heart,
Will hurt no more.
And in it's place
All that you can dream of.

I may not know
All that troubles your heart
But I feel your pain,
And I'll gladly offer my shoulders
To carry your load.
If, I only could.

I may not be able
To wish away all your tears,
But I am able to hold you
When you need,
And to offer an ear to listen
And a heart that's willing
To give all that I am to you.

You mean the world to me,
So never forget
That I'll be there for you
Through all the hard times
And past all the pain
Never wavering,
Always supporting
And forever loving you.

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