More DP poetry.

[DP]

#1
If I were to die now, would I regret?
Would I feel pain, would I not cherish it?
Would I feel fear of the unknown
Making it my own, my fate?
But if I was to linger what then?
Would I watch the world go by
Second by second, than let it continue on
Through the minuets of are dwindling life?
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((this is my first love poem I wrote I never gave it to my girlfriend cause I'm to shy..)
#2
Lilly’s, Roses, Daisies are not enough for
Me to show my love.
I yearn to show you my heart to always
Be there when you need someone to lean
On, to talk to, to enjoy life with. I want
You to know that I am always there even if I can’t be there in person. If I could give you anything I want you to tell
me so that I can always see
your Ice breaking smile when all is in the dark.

((and before I got courage to give this to her she broke up with me, during the summer when I wasn't around))
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#3
Have I seen it all or only scraped the surface
Of a bigger picture?
Will I ever see it or will I always be looking at a
Blank canvas that I will never paint for fear
Rejection of the thing I have created. Will I pick
Up the brush and paint something on the canvas
Weather it be a dot, or many, or a stroke that is up
To me, or will I let my paint dry while I worry of what
Others will think when it is complete?
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#4
I sit and listen
I sit and watch
I listen with intent
I watch with intent
These I do but
I would like
It if one day
I could put you
In my shoes
So you can
Sit and listen
So you can
Sit and watch
So I can get my point
Across to you.[/i]

[Dante]

zomg I loves it!
I didn't know you were a great poet DP! keep it up! I love your work thus far :]

[DP]

Thank you I know there kind of dark, but it seems thats all I can write..
Here is my newer one, it uses parts and stuff from my first good poem with the marionette but oh well here it is.


What is life? Is it defined by the motions of marionette's moving with the strings of the puppeteer?

No it is undefined life is great yet so fragile one whack and it ends one mistake and they cut the strings.

showing you what you were made of is of nothing that is nothing, which can be turned back into nothing for the tillings of those willing to till the land for pennies a day not

wondering about the future, past, but only present with the bag of deciete over there eye's playing it like a sad tune of forever and eternity.

[Dante]

Wonderful *claps*

[DP]

;D Thank you