Song Title Poem Challenge

======UPDATE======
My friend passed away this last Saturday, and I just really need some time. I'm extending the deadline to July 3rd. Please understand my action. Thank you. Continue entering poems...They've been great so far. :)
Deadline: July 3

Rules:
No or little profanity, please.
Not too long of a poem. :)
Not too short either.
Rhyming is optional.
Use any form you feel fit for the poem.
Have fun!

Prizes:
1st- Nomination and 3 comments and a favorite.
2nd- 2 comments.
3rd & Honorable Mention- 1 comment.

Titles:
(All these songs are from Linkin Park. :) )

Valentine's Day
-xXxemzxXx(Reserved)
-xToBeWithYou(Reserved)
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My December(FULL)
-Steady Now (Done)
-Cayce (Done)
-Lilium(Reserved)

Wake(FULL)
-Steady Now (Done)
-Call Me Broken (Done)
-Colm Ace of Trumps (Reserved)

Breaking the Habit(FULL)
-xXxemzxXx (Done)
-Call Me Broken (Done)
-Colm Ace of Trumps (Reserved

Have fun! 2 Poems per person, 3 people per poem.

I will take "Wake" and "My December" please and thank you!

My December~Monchielle

My pleasant December,
Oh, how I greatly miss,
The dreams you brought alive,
Creating harmony,
That shall forever thrive.

My pleasant December,
If only you realized,
The merriment expressed,
To all playful children,
You would live without rest.

My pleasant December,
How I cherish your month,
Though I must wait so long,
It is worth all my time,
In your love I belong.

My pleasant December,
Never shall one day pass,
Where I won't crave your touch,
For my hope has nourished,
Thank you so very much.

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The Monchielle is a poem that consists of four five-line stanzas where the first line repeats in
each verse. Each line within the stanzas consist of six syllables, and lines three and five rhyme.
The rhyme pattern is Abcdc Aefgf Ahiji Aklml.

Wake~Tanka

Arise from this curse,
oh princess of the valley
Slumber no longer
suffocates your weary life.
You are free, now seek revenge.

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The Tanka is a form of Japanese poetry that consists of the
following syllables: 5, 7, 5, 7, 7.

Thanks to Ingrid for a correction!

Hey can i have breaking the habbit & valentines day please?

Breaking The Habbit

I say ill stop
Tell myself its true
But we both know
I wont make it through

Give it a week or so
Then it will begin again
Tell me how
You could posibly think of me as sane

One cut maybe two
Thats not enough
Maybe three or four
Its not my fault times get tough

Im trying hard
I need to
But it isnt easy
Other people probably struggle too

Breaking the habbit
I know i can
Breaking the habbit
I'll never do it again...

Breaking The Habit please. Thanks.

Breaking The Habit

You're my drug and I'm addicted to you,
You pull me in with the things you do,
I should know better, you're no good for me,
But saying goodbye isn't a possibility.

And you're like a bad habit, impossible to break,
With your iron hold that I cannot shake,
And everyday I say I'll be strong,
But that mindset doesn't last long.

And I today,
I'm breaking the habit,
Yes I say,
I'm breaking the habit,
Today.

~KM~

I think I will take 'Wake' as well. thanks.

Can I have Valentine's Day please? Thanks :)

My December [Take Me Back]

Taste the heat,
fire on my tongue.
Blazing.
Burning.
Dying in my lungs.
End the hell
of smiles
and sand.
I can't relive this.
[Oh, yes you can.]
December's dead.
It floated away
on snow-filled clouds
and Santa's sleigh.
Oh, please,
oh, please,
just take me back.
Numb my heart,
forever black.

I want to..

fall into winter,
let summer drown.
I'm the Ice Queen.
Where's my crown?
December, December,
forever mine.
Take me back
and let me shine.

Can I have My December?
Please And Thank You.

(I posted this as a proper poem so I changed the title, as I couldn't just call it Valentine's Day, now could I? :D)

The Song Of Valentine's Day

In the silence, they can hear
the cherubs calling their names,
their melodies ringing
in the walls of a lover's paradise.

Silk sheets envelop
the festivity of the day,
radiating warmth from
tranquil partners.

Panoramic views
of the capital of romance
beckon weary eyes
from the bed to the balcony.

A frail, scarlet petal
loses its precious grip,
after the rose shivered
in the icy February breeze.

Gifts and delicate ribbons
litter the edge of the artists' canvas.
Their contents chased down
with France's finest champagne.

The stars throw light
onto the joyous world,
as it celebrates, parties,
weeps, reminisces.

The cherubs' harmony
echoes throughout the sleeping city.
Entwined hearts have exclusive company
of the song of Valentine's Day.

Sorry for the late entry.

Title: The Tears Of My Angel's December.
Poet: Lilium

The solitude confines me in a wintry cage,
I'm left with snowflakes to wash away my fears.
A silent flourish of my melted haven.
Basking in the ambiance of the angel's white tears.

I'll protect you this December as the wind cries,
Do not fret for tonight I'll wipe your eyes.
Softly you whimper, but I wrap you in a tight embrace,
Dear angel of mine I'll kiss the pain away.

My December is a worship for I found you with a sad face.
Smile little darling for my warmth will be your saving grace.

Title: Valentine Cards

Just another sad character
Crying till her plot twist
She's writing in the corner
Valentine cards on her wrist

Writing out her tears
A twisted valentine
Mocking valentines etched on her wrists
Crimson ink, "be mine?"

Twisted mocking valentines
Screaming in red ink
Eyes release the coldest tears
Every time she blinks

Eyes release the coldest tears
The tears come falling down
No, the tears aren't falling
They're crashing to the ground

Write another thought out
Another valentine
On her wrist in violent red
Crimson valentine design

It's not even Valentine's Day
Mid-May April Fools
Valentine's is for finding love
Love doesn't follow any rules

April fools
He won't love her back
Those lines on her wrists
Match the hearts little cracks

He doesn't know that,
Let's call "him" Bill,
She wishes he'd like her
But he never will

Here's that plot twist
Bill likes her a lot
He was gonna tell her yesterday
But I guess Bill forgot

Bill made up his mind
3 o'clock last night
Hes gonna tell her tomorrow
At morning's first light
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~DAWN~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bill is at her house
Mom says she's in her room
Bill wonders if he should tell her
Or would that be too soon

Bill does it on an impulse
Creaks open that door
Valentine cards spilled across the room
Broken hearts can't bleed anymore