uuh..hi...this is the poets alike wiki page, where you can come and add you poems and ask other poets for advice and stuff...well i'm sick of giving loadsa people advice on my own so i thought maybe a group would be a good idea...like group therapy...simply put your poem in bold (if you don't know how...ask!) then your question below (not in bold) and then everyone'll have a look and either message you ar put a comment...yeah comment would be best cos then all of us can see it...then after that put a line (again...if you don't know how, ask!)

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6 ft under

I look over the grave of my friend,
Relizing now that 6 ft. under is the end.

Maybe 6 ft. under is that far down.
I wouldn't mind it bein in my death gown.

Hold me, save me, love me, help me relize that there
Is something for me bein here.

Maybe 6 ft isn't so far down...through all tha pain for death,
I wouldn't mind for me to breathe my last breath.

If i were to die...would you care? would there be people at my grave
Like there is for my friend? Or would u ignore me like u did all ur life?

When i slit my wrist tonight, i wonder where that 6 ft. hole will be for me.

Will it be away from the others?....or where i wanted it to be?

Either way...i'd get away from life...and all tha goes with it.

Finally will be my last word...cuz finally i will be gone.

Friendship poem
Friends are there until the end, no matter how large or small the problem may be.
Remember the memories of your friendships, even if they are good or bad.
Imagine a time without friends, and be glad for the ones you do have.
Even when times are dark, a friend will be there to cheer you up.
Now when you grow old, a friend will always be a friend.
Dark times may lie ahead, but a friend will be there to light the way.
So when you are down and blue, call on a friend to make you smile.

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HELL

Numbness grows entil im cold.
Pigment loss and then the mold.
and then out of darkness a light seeps through.
clouded images i see of you.
lost forever in the deeps of hell.
what its like i can only tell.
suffication is issued and then you choke.
a mist comes with a cloud of smoke.
a hand grabs you and pulls you away.
tumbuling down into a mist of gray.
blood is spillt and soaks your skin.
you know youll never be the same agian.
a voice echos in a wispered faint.
your mind is washed from its delusive state.
high pitched screams scare your ears.
its something that you never want to hear.
a brightend flame burns through your soal.
now your left with a gaping hole.
into the firey deeps of hell you wait.
waiting to come back to your delusive state.
only that time never comes.
now your left in hell alone.

ZekeCloud

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Emotion


Why must I endure
This never-ending pain
The hurt that I feel
Has became the only thing
No love, guilt, shame, nothing
Just the hurt and pain
Becoming hard as stone
All other feeling is gone
There is no tenderness in me
My emotions have been ripped away
It is empty and dark inside
The doors into my heart are guarded
With chains and locks of steal
Blocking everything from entrance
Letting no one and nothing inside
Vulnerability is not an option
Emotion cannot be felt


By: Felicia Opal Teeter [sweet winged]


i don't have any specific questions just tell me what you think
and if u do like it u can c some of my others in my diary
thanks all

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[This member is dead. Sorry.]
A girl

There was once a girl
so happy and young.
She had a nice family,
her life was fun.

Then one day,
it was meant to be.
Her parents split up,
the girl only three.

Her life went from bad,
to terribly worse.
At five years of age
she must've been cursed.

Her Grandma died,
she lost her home.
Most of the time
she was left all alone.

The girl hardly had friends
until she was nine.
Her only company,
her only lifeline.

At the age of eleven
she began middle school.
Where she was a loser,
the others were cool.

She started seeing life
in a strange but new way.
At the age of twelve
she smoked every day.

Her hair was cut,
she dyed it black.
She didn't care
what they thought of that.

Now an eigth grader,
she's beginning to see.
She's not a weirdo,
for she is me.