Leminnes' Poems

The Item of My Anger

I fell the anger in my soul
as useless words come pouring
out of her sick nasty mouth.

The anger I feel fuels my actions
I want to, but can't do
The actions of my Hatred.

If only I could yell,
"You make me Sick!"
But I learn when to talk!

The woman of my anger,
of my hatred,
has Never learned when to talk.

"One day," I would like to say,
"It will all be coming back to you!"
For her mind and heart will melt...

In my lifetime,
she will fall
by other's hands.

~Leminnes

How do you guys like it?

It's interesting. But I would like to know something. What inspired you to write this?

Um... I have a teacher... she is.... EVIL!!! I hate her with a passion of a THOUSAND SUNS!!! -cough- Why do you ask?

Evil teacher...that explains it...mind if i borrow this?my english teacher is assigning us poetry homework

Umm... really, I'd rather you not... if you hate someone enough I'm sure you can write one like it. You just need you muse, even if she/he is evil...

It preety good man you got anymore stuff? Take a look at mine if you wish though are mine are slirghtly less ... ahem... passionate? at least you channeled your hate which is good instead of beating her with spoons , not to give you ideas or anything

You're good at expressing your anger there, Lemi! I feel sorry for your teacher.. Or perhaps I shouldn't?

You have quite a talent to write that, It's very good.

I have one more at my Deviant Account but you have to have read Catcher in the Rye to have it make any sense... I'll post more anyway...

Back from popular demand is another poem:

The Mighty Heat

I opened my door to a mighty heat.
Maybe not physical heat,
This heat is in my mind.
The powe, the wealth you get from it.
But as that heat gets warmer,
it melts your heart.
No reminence
of what
you had
before-
Before that heat consumed you,
Like a lightning strike-
through your mind.
May you never discover this heat.
The mighty heat-
in your Mighty Mind.

Any comments? I really like critisism... it helps me to get better.

This is another poem... I'm not sure if it is spam to post 2 poems in one day but if any mod wishes to combine them, that's fine with me...

The Worlds in my Heart

My creativity took over.
I wrote as my mind stopped,
and my heart poured open.
Previous lives I never knew of
came into my being.
My life as an adventurer came first,
With his nobility and loyalty.
Then the shrew,
With his timidness and indignity.
Oh how they came,
setting, times, places
that exists only in my heart.
The field of yellow and red roses
in a melancholy gray sky.
A battle field of a war
that will never exist in this world.
Men with skewed logic and
Woman with jittery thoughts.
Pouring out were these places
of glory and wonder.
Placed and people only me
and my heart-
shall see.

~Leminnes

Very nice! Probably my favorite of yours so far. Can't wait to read more of your poems!

By the way, you probably want to make one thread for all the poems you post, so as not to spam up the forum. It'll make the mods happier.

Ya, that's what I thought... any mod who wants to merge all of them would be good.

Originally Posted by Leminnes

Um... I have a teacher... she is.... EVIL!!! I hate her with a passion of a THOUSAND SUNS!!! -cough- Why do you ask?

I'm just curious and I like to know what makes people write poems like this

...Anger... In case you have never felt that, it puts something in you and you just have to find a way to get it out. Some people well it up inside and then blow it out in a bad violent way but if you do it in poetry you do it in a much more calmer fassion. I wrote it in her class anyway. I still hate her though but at least I can find a way to get it out... I wrote another one about her. It is much shorter:

Gray Window

She walked up to me,
Looked me in the eye.
She thought she could control me,
But she has no power over me.
"Look into that window," I say.
She looks out and disappears
into the dark, rainy sky.
Where she belongs.


Healing
By: Leminnes

Modesty in her bright eyes.
The whole world looks at her
as she looks at it.
The road in front of her
looks dreary and dark,
but as the light shines through
the leafless trees. they bloom
flowers of a wonderful golden-blue.
She looks down the road, which has
transformed as much as her.
The blessed day has opened it up for her.

The clouds in the sky
darken her life.
Darken they might,
but as they move
the day peers down at her
with an open soul.

For when the sky is dark
the dullness is not of the heart.
But the bright sky feels
and wishes to do nothing more
but to heal her.

Here is a pic to go with this poem: http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles...ng_Preview.jpg

~Leminnes

Good Poem! I like it! ^_^ you should write more!

Here is a very short one:

Window
By: Leminnes

I look through
the same window
as you.
But you see something
different from what I see.

and one more for the road, a bit longer:

No One's Power
By: Leminnes

Calling out my name,
Opening everyone's eyes.
Remembering all we see.
Remebering all I see.
Under my mind, in the dirt,
Pick up that rock.
Think of all it has done.
In memory, the sky is
Open, calling to me.
Never to see it again.