Golddustgypsy09• Show poetry

im kate...im 16 almost 17.... in the past few years ive gone throu A LOT and i often write about it in poetry..... a lot of my poetry is about my personal experiences but it involves the experiences of ym friends as well.... i write A LOT but i dont think that im that great so most of it will never be seen....my favorite poet is stevie nicks- touched by an angel

AND WHEN SHE WALKED IN THE ROOM
AFTER SO MANY YEARS,
HE LOOKED UP AND SAW HER
HE WAS STANDING AT THE CROSSROADS
SHE WAS MOVING IN SLOW MOTION
EVERYTHING WAS THE SAME,
EXCEPT THAT EVERYTHING WAS DIFFERENT

IN THAT VERY MOMENT, EVERYONE WAS SILENT
AND EVERYONE WAS FRIENDLY,
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS,
EVERYONE WAS SMILING
THOUGH THEIR PAIN WAS APPARENT
AND THE FLOOR WAS WET AND SLIPPERY
WITH THE TRACKS OF THEIR TEARS

AND THEN I SEE SOMEONE STANDING
AT THE SIDE OF THE STAGE
NOT STANDING IN THE SHADOWS
I SEE HER FACE
GLOWING IN THE DARKNESS
IN HER OWN ANGEL WAY
"I HAVE COME TO MAKE YOU BETTER,
I HAVE COME TO TAKE YOU AWAY."

NO ONE SLIPPED AND FELL
THIS TIME, EVERYONE WAS STEADY
SOMEONE HELD MY ARM SO THAT
I WOULD NOT FALL
FOR THE FIRST TIME, IN A LONG TIME
EVERYONE WAS READY
NO ONE SAID A WORD
AND THAT SIMPLY SAID IT ALL

AND THEN I SEE SOMEONE STANDING
AT THE SIDE OF THE STAGE
NOT STANDING IN THE SHADOWS
I SEE HER FACE
GLOWING IN THE DARKNESS
IN HER OWN ANGEL WAY
"I HAVE COME TO MAKE YOU BETTER,
I HAVE COME...TO TAKE YOU AWAY."
I’LL MAKE YOU BETTER

WALKING THROUGH THE ROOM TOGETHER
IN SUSPENDED ANIMATION...
NO ONE SAW US GO... NO ONE SAID GOODBYE
BUT IN MY HEART, I LEAVE
GREAT EXPECTATIONS
THAT YOU WILL FIND THE ANSWERS
TO YOUR QUESTIONS
AND THAT LIFE WILL ONCE MORE...
BE A CELEBRATION...
AND THAT YOU WILL BE TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL
AND THAT YOU WILL BE TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL
AND THAT YOU WILL BE TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL

CELEBRATION
SOMEDAY
SOMEDAY, SOMEDAY
CELEBRATION

Lindsey buckingham is awesome too-

The Sardonic World
by Lindsey Buckingham

The world was calling you away
and your leaving was just your way
of staying with what you'd come to say
This pain is the poem slowly written
torn from the book
and cast into a corner of the attic
where no one could look
This rage for all to see
caught fire and burned all around me
till their was nothing left to burn
Now I stand alone in these attic walls
and reread that poem all yellowed with age
Tears heal such as healing is
so I cast that page into the flame
And there is no blame, only shades of regret
And those too will fade
as the world calls me away.


and i also adore the poetic styles of sarah mclachlan- i view music as a poetic outlet for many great artist and i judge songs on lyrics and not music... i think poetry can change the world and make it better and im intrested in learning something from you guys about poetry- recently i have started to listen to lindsey buckinghams stuff and its really good......