this was my first ever poem...
I've changed alot since then, but i think you should see from the start...
here you go:

Broken

My heart is broken,
my eyes are closed,
I pull the trigger,
My head explodes.

As my heart,
ceases to beat,
I think to myself,
such a cruel defeat.

My body falls,
the blood spreads fast,
I take a breath,
it’ll be my last.

My wings grow large,
I float toward the sky,
I now know,
there was no need to die.

Though life could get hard,
That bullet should remain,
in the chamber,
from where it came.




And the positive feedback from my mates inspired me to write more:


Fall

My body falls,
The wind rushes past,
I fall vertically,
So incredibly fast.

I look downward,
My life is flashing by,
The ground’s approaching fast,
Very soon I shall die.

People scream,
and look at me,
The leaves stop rustling,
On every tree.

For one little second,
My life is bliss,
My state of mind changes,
I begin to reminisce.

Thinking of the old days,
When I was a small boy,
Watching the time fly by,
While I play with a toy

Now it’s time to go,
The ground is near,
“Oh my God!”,
is the last thing I hear.





When I look back on these, i see a different person... If i get some positive feedback, I'll post some more and slowly you'll eventually see all my work.

nice work mate,
as you know. A lot of your work inspired me to release and realise how great poetry is and its release.
And in what better way than to show your first 2 poems to others, being great one's of that.
=)

let the dream of love
make you win twice
one at present times
and the other for the past tunes

supani123@yahoo.com

well geez, those are pretty good poems for first tries. excellent, thank you for sharing them. (and they even gave me a little hope, not many do)

hah, my first poem was called broken also, and i too have changed a lot since i first wrote it. strange how connections like that work out like that through coincidence...here's my broken poem...

BROKEN

you see my mistakes
as if they were boulders that fall down and crush you
i see them as avalanches
that cover the picture of all we have been through
does the rubble distort the image
or is it our difference in opinion?
it lies between us
i wade through the debris
you don't like to see me suffer
so you turn your back
i reach out to touch you
but i touch nothing but blood
as i rip my hands open on the shards of our shattered dreams