Poems and lyrics

[yetagainsorrows]

Vociferous
Deafening sorrow, hindering tomorrow,
Against the wall, impartial to the fall,
Impending doom, no longer room,
Marauding the past, unsure if you'll last,
Purging the core, what is in store?
Trapped in the snare, soul skinned bare,
Struggling to alter, will this falter?
This burden of weights; everybody hates,
Pollutes the vein; overwhelming pain,
An end to this strife, a cure for this life,
Heinous to plan, but it'll hit the fan,
Contenders will pay; chips fall where they may,
Answers are there, hidden in the glare,
Unlocking the cage, giving in to the rage,
Starting chaos now, make this world bow,
Answers are there, hidden in the glare,
Giving in to sin, just say when.

[finewine]

Just a chorus to a song

Have I said, "I love you, today?"
Have I said, "I love you, today?"
Each and ev’ry day along the way
Have I said, "I love you, today?"

Thank you for the joy that you bring
In the summer, fall, winter, and spring.
I just have to tell, so I'll sing,
Have I said, "I love you, today?"

[yetagainsorrows]

Classroom Blues


I enter the room with a feeling of dread
This teacher is beyond dull, practically dead
Participation is low, not surprising at all
Its much more fun watching everyone's eyelids fall
His teaching pace will blow my mind
Patience, its patience I gotta find
My pen is idle, my paper is blank
My thinking engine could use a crank
Plop, another book smacks the floor
Probably because this class is such a bore
My eyelids flit from the clock to the door
and my ears detect a subtle snore
As a body of students we do yearn
That our teacher will discern
It's life lessons we want to learn
Upon graduation, we don't want to get burned

[lilly2279]

Originally Posted by [b

Quote[/b] (yetagainsorrows @ Feb. 21 2005,03:27)]Classroom Blues


I enter the room with a feeling of dread
This teacher is beyond dull, practically dead
Participation is low, not surprising at all
Its much more fun watching everyone's eyelids fall
His teaching pace will blow my mind
Patience, its patience I gotta find
My pen is idle, my paper is blank
My thinking engine could use a crank
Plop, another book smacks the floor
Probably because this class is such a bore
My eyelids flit from the clock to the door
and my ears detect a subtle snore
As a body of students we do yearn
That our teacher will discern
It's life lessons we want to learn
Upon graduation, we don't want to get burned

Oh, I love this poem!!!!

Do I have permission to print it out and put it inside my organic chemistry book?

[Alspals69]

Wow yeta, som e deep poems you have written. I hope something happens in your life that inspires happoer things too.

[yetagainsorrows]

Sure go ahead and print it, I don't mind...

Here is another deep one for Alspals....

The Knife

The hard blade gleams in the faint twilight
As the drawer opens and it meets the girl
Her tears are shed as she holds it tight
The sadness that became her world
Her hand twitches, wrist itches
Just one thin slice, would be nice
In a minute it would be over,
She thinks now, feeling bolder
But something stops her, over her shoulder
A family picture
A permanent fixture
Upon her mind
Her fingers around the handle bind
"Now!" She screams
The sound of sleek metal scraping
As the knife slips, back into the drawer.
She stands untouched, her loved ones a crutch
To hold her strong, for ever so long
For her whole life...
She omits the knife

[Alspals69]

Wow yeta, your gona have to stop listening to Leanard Cohen songs.

Seriously, you are very prolific. I suspect there are real events inspiring these songs.

[finewine]

For Yeta

Heart ache,
Must it break?

The fire die
to the lie
ever needing
always bleeding
lost in mind's eye.

A soul cries out,
Loud is the shout!
Love is fleeting
never meeting
found in tears cry.

One does wait,
Never hate.
Endures time
passion's crime
love does not die.

Heart sings
Peace it brings.

x finewine

[yetagainsorrows]

Ummmm, ok I guess I am honored to have a poem for me on here. Thanks, I would like to follow up with one of my favs....


There once was a man from Nantucket...

[finewine]

who threw his pants in a bucket...