Kathy

Ok this poem means a lot to me and I can totally relate to it. It was written by a friend.


Just The Beginning by Marcos

You might imagine that a person would resort to self mutilation only under extremes of duress, but once I’d crossed that line the first time, taken that fateful step off the precipice then almost any reason was a good enough reason, almost any provocation enough. Cutting was my all purpose solution. My scars ought to be a charm bracelet of mnemonics, each one is a permanent reminder of it’s precipitating event, but maybe the most disturbing thing; can say about the history of my cutting is that for the most part I can’t even remember the when’s and why’s behind those wounds. It didn’t take much to make me cut. Frustration, humiliation, insecurity, guilt, remorse, loneliness. I cut them all out. They were like poison, caustic and destructive, as though lye had been siphoned into my veins. The only way I could survive them, I thought, was to keep draining them from my blood.

Cazz1

ok I got a couple.. they're from the chicken soup book my parents got me on depression and all that stuff.. they made me read it... and I'm glad I did... it helped me realize a few things.........

I am

I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter hiding my depression
I am your sister making an impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a wisher wishing this life weren't mine
I am a girl who thinks of suicide
I am a teenager pushing her tears aside
I am a student who doesn't have a clue
I am the girl sitting next to you
I am the one asking you to care
I am your best friend hoping you'll be there

Krysteen Hernandez

Numb

The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily.
I'm numb to the pain,
Numb to the blood,
Too numb to realize what's happening,
To realize what I'm doing.
One cut follos another,
and another,
Till I can't stop.
The razor falls from my hand,
Blood drips down my arm,
Tears roll down my cheeks,
What have I done?

Jessica Dubose

teenangel

idk if u guys like them but i dont really relate to them i just like these

2 poems by: a wonderful poet MAYA ANGELOU


"Phenomenal Woman"

"Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me."



SECOND POEM-

"Still I Rise"

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise"

Pamela

i got a story poem thingy...i know it long but yeah plz read

There once was a girl,
hu lived in a world,
With hurt and pain,
it drived her insane,
she was gonna take her life,
She already tried twice,
so while getting ready to die,
a voice came from the sky,
it sed why must u do this,
she sed this world and the wickedness,
but is it worth it is this the resort,
too give up a fight not fought,
u r a beta than that i know becoz i can see,
go out there and talk about me,
a man hu gave his life just like u were going too,
but i didnt do it for me i did it for u,
do u not know that i endured the same despair,
but this world is worth it just look and hear,
at that moment she began to cry,
and down came a man and wiped her eye,
she looked and asked why are u here,
he raised his hands and sed "up there"
and up she looked to hear a song,
it inspired her to help the wrong,
not kill the pain by killing herself,
but helping others with her mouth,
by telling the story about a man,
a man that helped her and took her hand,
made her relise lifes worth living,
not to hate but give thanksgiving,
coz altho there is bad there also is good,
and help others like she now would,
and people will be kind no more tears
walk down the street without any fears,
so thanks to this one man hu helped this girl,
u can now help this place be a beta world.....