Darksadness• Show poetry

one of the hardest things for me to do is write about myself, so this will be kind of hard for me to do, but heck i can get through it. I really enjoy writing though i for what ever reason think that i cannot really write, maybe since i have read so many great poems on this website.


I like to write free verse, i dont usually write rhymes, think that they usually come out forced so i tend to avoid them at all cost.


I was born in New York, but was raised in New Jersey, two years agos moved to florida after a divorce.

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Eastman, George (1854-1932)
"My work is done, why wait?"
(Suicide note.)


Villa, Francisco `Pancho' (1878-1923)
"Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something."  


Akiba ben Joseph (c.40-c.135)
"The paper burns, but the words fly free."
(at the stake)

Rodgers, James W. ( -1960) [American criminal]
"Why yes, a bullet-proof vest!"
(Last request before the firing squad.)  


Beck, Martha ( -1951) (Murderess)
"My story is a love story, but only those who are tortured by love can understand what I mean. I was pictured as a fat, unfeeling woman. True, I am fat, but if that is a crime, how many of my sex are guilty. I am not unfeeling, stupid or moronic. My last words and my last thoughts are: Let him who is without sin cast the first stone."
(Before execution.)  

Beecher, Henry Ward (1813-1887)
"Now comes the mystery."  

Danton, Georges-Jacques (1759-1794)
"Thou wilt show my head to the people; it is worth showing."
(To his executioner)

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THIS GRAVE CONTAINS ALL THAT WAS MORTAL OF A YOUNG ENGLISH
POET WHO ON HIS DEATH BED IN THE BITTERNESS OF HIS HEART
AT THE MALICIOUS POWER OF HIS ENEMIES DESIRED THESE
WORDS TO BE ENGRAVEN ON HIS TOMB STONE
"Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water"
 John Keats(author poem and poetry)
 R.I.P


GOOD FREND FOR JESUS SAKE FORBEARE TO
DIGG THE DUST ENCLOASED HEARE.
BLEST BE YE MAN YT SPARES THES STONES AND
CURST BE HE YT MOVES MY BONES
William Shakespeare(author of poem and poetry)
 R.I.P


If I should die, think only this of me:

That there's some corner of a foreign
field that is for ever England
Rupert Brooke(author of poem and poetry)
 R.I.P


AGAINST YOU I WILL FLING MYSELF,
UNVANQUISHED AND UNYIELDING, O DEATH!
Virginia Woolf(author)
 R.I.P




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Poem lyrics of A Prayer For My Daughter by William Butler Yeats.

Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And-under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.
Helen being chosen found life flat and dull
And later had much trouble from a fool,
While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,
Being fatherless could have her way
Yet chose a bandy-legged smith for man.
It's certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat
Whereby the Horn of plenty is undone.
In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty's very self, has charm made wise.
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.


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African Proverb
However long the night, the dawn will break

Cynthia Nelms
Nobody really cares if you're miserable, so you might as well be happy.

Dale Carnegie
Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.


You all laugh because I am different
          I laugh because you are all the same
          Unknown