If no one objects, I designed this little thread as a place to put up poems that I will later be putting into buzzle.  Feel free to post your own, as I would appreciate to see everyone's works of poetry.  Mine tend to be more on the darker side of things, so that is why I was nicknamed the dark poet.  Please feel free to respond to them, here is the first to start things off.

Out in the dark

Here I sit again,

Since I don’t remember when.

In the forest clearing so clear,

Holding onto these thoughts so dear.

Their faces come back to me,

Haunting my very dreams.

Not allowing me the peace of sleep,

Pushing me towards the edge it seems.

The faces are made up of friends,

Whom I have shared passion with.

But they always seemed to leave me,

My lips still feel their sorrowful kiss.

Why does the world cause pain,

To ones who do not seek it?

I sought but a feeling,

Now all I see is rain.

The feeling that I once tasted,

Has now died and gone.

Leaving in my mouth a bitter taste,

That aches for another taste.

Why than do they continue to haunt me?

Why do the come in my sleep?

Why do they not allow my mind,

To sink into that peaceful deep?

Why is it when I am supposed to feel joy,

I instead feel this pain?

Why is it when I try and smile?

Someone always tries to make it rain?

Through it all I sit,

And she stands with an open hand.

Yet I fear I cannot take it,

For this heart is not a rubber band.

How can I continue past pain,

Pain that I have always felt?

Pain that I have tried to forget,

Yet it continues to be dealt.

Her smile is warming,

Banishing the clouds of pain.

Yet the clouds are still there,

The clouds that bring my rain.

How can I find hope?

How can I fully trust another?

Another love, another friend,

If I would just end up here at the end.

Why does this heart burden so much pain?

When it would be so easy to end?

So easy to forget about this life,

To end all this strife.

Yet if I would,

Than she would be by herself.

No longer someone out here with her,

Not a soul to share her self.

No one to share her words,

No one to share her heart.

No one to share his dream with,

Eternally alone in the dark.

He is the one who made me smile all along
How can he leave me with tears for lifelong?

He has moved to never return back
Leaving a lasting remembrance on my heart's track

Wonder how do I let this pain go away?
Scaling the pain with every passing day!
Memories grow old but will never melt away

Loneliness before I met him was easy whatsoever
Though not very cruel as now when he has departed forever

Hope through Memory

Roses are blue,

violets are red.

What were you thinking?

When we shared that bed?

For now I walk alone,

broken and hurt.

Though I have all the world,

I feel less than dirt.

Was it something I did?

Or something I said?

That made us part ways,

saying you'd rather have me dead.

Perhaps I was fooled,

by the pain we both felt.

Thinking that we were true,

through the pain that was dealt.

Or perhaps life just dictated,

the path that you now run.

Leaving me by the wayside,

feeling forever done.

Yet even as the darkness closes in,

another is beside me.

Though she is an old friend,

in her I feel a part of me.

A part that I thought once lost,

yet now again, I've found.

But to step over that line once more,

is something I continue to think, profound.

I lost one already,

dare I lose another?

I am different with my feelings,

having not had a brother.

Yet even as I hold these feelings,

I cannot utter a word.

Not a whisper,

not a breath.

Yet still I hold onto the thought,

that I will love her till death.

Yet here I sit in the midst of combat,

fighting a mental war of words.

The right ones to say,

that might cause myself to sway.

To sway out of this memory,

to tell her how I feel.

But can I feel a feeling,

that I thought I would never again feel?

And if I say those words,

to finally utter them for her to hear.

Will she hear them?

Or will they fall on deaf ears?

And as I wrestle with the thought,

and she leaves with another.

Will I be able to live with myself,

and be cursed to be only a brother?

The pain of the memory,

can I push through?

To leave the once-smiling face,

to finally feel, no more blue.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

My hand lies here outstretched,

for I see the path now,

can you?

nice guys brav0....