Poetry Anthology
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Poems
Here are some of my poems and poems not be me. If you have a poem you would like me to post, e-mail it to me along with your name(real or fake or even anonymous, just as long as it's one of those), the title(required, or else I'll just write 'untitled' for it),your age (optional, but if you put it please tell the truth!, and a pic that would go along with the poem (that isn't copyrighted by someone else so I can use it) would be nice, but is optional. I don't have many right now, but hopefully soon I will! Enjoy!
  The Fatal Kiss

Long ago,
I was torn to tatters,
Whenst I look,
The mirror shatters,
For my soul is gone,
and I shall see it nevermore

How I lost it was like this:
Would you believe from a kiss?
A kiss that night when the air hung still,
Frightened children stared out from windowsills,
And the stars above gasped in suspense.

He smoothed my hair and kissed my neck,
And you never would suspect
him for what he really was.
A creature of the night,
One that causes such a fright,
A fright that stirs a Maiden's heart.

He seduced me as you see,
I knew I should have flee,
But I was enveloped by his eyes,
Eyes as dark as night.

Keep on reading if you dare,
But poor reader please beware,
For now I am such as he,
A creature of the night!

~Silverpaw, at age 13(well, almost...)

  Why?

Why is it that I'm always there?
Why is it that life isn't fair?
Why is it that a peach isn't a pear?
If I knew I wouldn't ask.

Why do people sing?
Why do bells ring?
Why do cars zip and zing?
If I knew these answers, do you think I'd ask?

Why do people remind themselves of the past?
Why does time fly, why does it fly so fast?
Why do people call a group of actors -- a cast?
If I knew I'd be smarter, AND I wouldn't ask.

Why do people run? [Why not walk?]
Why do people have hamburger buns?
Why do they classify laughter as fun?
I don't know, thats why I ask!

Why am I me?
Why are we free?
Is it because we choose to be?
Whatever it may be, the answer that is..
I know I want the answer.. but not in THIS lifetime.

~Ashley, at age 12

  Your Poem Here: This is what I mean people! If you guys could just send me a poem of yours, this space wouldn't be blank like this! Help me out here! Thanks.