~Backwards Poems~

I've entered a couple of contests and I decided to make one for all of you. (edited out for self promotion, explain the format) I'm giving everyone of you a chance to make one.

Rules:
1-You can choose the title.
2-It can be any type of poem.
3-Has to have more than 8 lines.
4-Has to have 2 meanings on it.

~If you need help on it, ask me, (edited out)

Deadline for this poem is on December 5.

PRIZES:
1st- 25 comments & votes
2nd- 20 comments & votes
3rd- 15 comments & votes
4th- 10 comments & votes
5th- 5 comments & votes

Thats excellent, do we have to use the same title?

No, you could choose the title.

Count me in!

*This is old, I don't know if were allowed to do this but......*

Forget

by Beyond Repair

Never forget my name, I want to burn it into you soul
I want to read it in your veins, I want you to ache at the sight
Of everything and anything cause it reminds you of me
I want to burn me into your eyes so I'm all that you see

I want every part of your brain to be soak in my memory
I want your every thought to first begin with me
I want every other word out of your god damn mouth
Have something to do with me and not what your talking about

Forget everything you ever knew
Forget everything you once held true
Forget everything that meant something to you
And fill your every tissue every fiber with my being
I want you to know what I am feeling

This may be a shock to your senses
But this is what I have to put up with
This is a taste of what you put me through
All the things you have no idea that you do

I wish you knew half, of the spells that you cast
Every shadow has your shape
Every food has your taste
You are my everything and there's no escape
I just wish you could share the same fate

Little angels talk alot

In the heaves
little angels talk alot
drawing their weapons
but have never even fought.

They stay among the clouds
in peace and wonder
while hell is on earth
with infinite blunders.

Always speeching of bringing peace to earth
being true angels
they leave us wingless one the dirt.

The devils strangle
poor innocent souls
as angels talk
the earth is left in a hole.

Slowly pulled away from salvation
these little angles speak
never truly lifting a finger
leaving us very weak.

Even though angels wont come
its up to us to fight
if they wont bring the light
it is us who must make it right.

The Little Boy by Wallace

A poor lost soul, stranded on the streets
Tired and exhausted with nothing to eat

How did he get there no-one knows
But of course this couldn't be the life he chose

As the days went by not a word was spoken to him
And the hungrier he got the more he grew thin

Many weeks had passed and the streets turned cold
The poor little boy had no where to go

No family or friends or anyone to look after him
So the weaker he got and the more he grew slim

When he reached to the point he lost all hope
So he ended his misery by hanging on a rope

There his small fragile bones hung in the air
And still to this day no one knew he was there

All the pain and torture he kept within
Now you tell me, what kind of world do we live in?

So many already here.

Keep them coming.

So far so great.

Meanings:
1. The context of hope in children and imagination.
2. That noone is alone and somehow things get better in the long run.

I Also know its a little late, but i do like this poem. and I figured at least I'd get it out there and see what others think of it.

Thanks

Angels In the sky.

See into the night as the Angels fly,
watch them float over you
deep into the sky.
With the children praying
on the side of their beds,
the angels are there
to hold up there sleepy heads.
And with every wish a child speaks,
he hears the window as it creaks.
As the child opens his eyes,
hands still tight.
He looks out the window
and sees a most beautiful sight,
he sees his angel,
the one in his dreams.
Oh how the cerulean sky
Brings out her unblemished wings.
He then speaks to her
in a serene voice;
"I guess dreams really do come true,
to see someone as beautiful as you.
And now I do believe in angels.
I know at least theirs one."
She then leans closer
and kisses his cheek.
He wants to say something
but he can not speak.
He just smiles
as she goes back into the night,
he watches her
till she moves far, far, out of sight.
He then looks up deep into the sky,
and sees them all flying by.
And in wonderment
the little boy says;
"I guess there really is
such a thing as angels,
Some just fail to open there eyes."

These Angels in The Sky
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