Hey I'm an amatuer poet

My names Kenny, I'm a junior in highschool and write poetry whenever I can find a muse. My love poems originate from my feelings towards my girlfriend and the rest are kind of just spur of the moment from songs or local events.
Here's a sample of some of my darker poetry that is well liked by some people that got to read it:


“Betrayal and Vengeance”

You betrayed my trust
giving in to my lust.
But I broke into a grin
as I found my own way to give into sin.

I love the way you run,
like your frolicking in the sun,
as you see me loading my gun,
we’re going to have so much fun.

I know you heard the news,
I have nothing else to lose.
I spilled his blood first,
but it couldn’t quench my thirst.

I could feel my mind reel
as I held the cold steel,
watching you run up a hill,
eagerly anticipating the kill.

Still, I can’t help but feel
that my vengeful zeal
may be misplaced,
but hey, at least you’ll be defaced.

“Addicted”

As I gaze up to the heavens
my head fogs and my mind wanders.
my soul awaits the moment
in which you will once again
grace me with your presence.

Every time we must part,
I feel loneliness ripping at my heart.
As you leave my sight,
nothing in my life feels quite right.

It’s like an addiction,
one heard of only in fiction,
my love for you never falters,
even as the world around us alters.

Even when to the skies I proclaim,
my love, that is a roaring flame,
it always seems the very next day,
I can never find the words to say.

“Submission”

It would seem as a teen
our opinions are overseen
against the majority they decide
that we should again coincide.

What are we to do when we lack control?
When we cannot persuade a single soul?
Do we simply submit to authority?
Remaining unheard for lack of seniority?

Why not reject their power?
They’ve had their hour
now we should end their reign,
and rid ourselves of this bane.

Hey, my name is Alex Fountain. I am 16 and live in metro Atlanta. Let me know what you think of my best poem "Is Life All A Dream?"


Is life all a dream as it sometimes may seem?
Do our thoughts rise like steam as we play by the stream?
Is our existence as a whole supported by a beam?
Do we mean what we say; do we say what we mean?
Are we all quite essentially playing on the same team?
Do our lives all essentially follow the same theme?
Then what’s the point mean? The point of living lives obscene, the point of doing deeds unseen, of being labeled clean or unclean. These are just some things to think about when you have the time. I write these poems all for free, but I will you all a copy for a nickel and a dime.

Here You Are, walk a mile in my shoes(caution: profanity)

Here you are, walk a mile in my shoes. Under-appreciated, Overderused, live one day of my life and maybe then you’ll see that its, just not that easy, Bein’ me-e. (refrain)
So try to live my life, if you dare. Maybe then you’ll see why I just don’t care. Look in the mirror and what do I see (occapella singing/yelling) an ugly little monster/ starin’ back at me.(refrain2)

Refrain: Because, I just don’t know any more(X2) I used to know everything, now I just don’t know any more, I used to know so much more, with my world collapsing around I just don’t know any more, I wish I knew so much more, I wanna know so much more, and I’m gonna learn and I’m gonna question and I just don’t know any more, I wanna know so much more, you can call me a b****, you can call me a f**, cuz I don’t give a f*** any more.

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Originally Posted by Kenny2313

“Submission”

It would seem as a teen
our opinions are overseen
against the majority they decide
that we should again coincide.

What are we to do when we lack control?
When we cannot persuade a single soul?
Do we simply submit to authority?
Remaining unheard for lack of seniority?

Why not reject their power?
They’ve had their hour
now we should end their reign,
and rid ourselves of this bane.

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I liked this one. :thumbs_up

You know poems don't have to rhyme right? :lol:

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Kenny2313

“Betrayal and Vengeance”

You betrayed my trust
giving in to my lust.
But I broke into a grin
as I found my own way to give into sin.

I love the way you run,
like your frolicking in the sun,
as you see me loading my gun,
we’re going to have so much fun.

I know you heard the news,
I have nothing else to lose.
I spilled his blood first,
but it couldn’t quench my thirst.

I could feel my mind reel
as I held the cold steel,
watching you run up a hill,
eagerly anticipating the kill.

Still, I can’t help but feel
that my vengeful zeal
may be misplaced,
but hey, at least you’ll be defaced.

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These rhymes seem very forced. I agree with opti, poems don't need to rhyme.
Great feeling though.