I feel like posting a poem I discorvered while on Mavis Beacon 9. I have 2 more, but those are for another day.

Here goes:

The Tiger

By William Blake

1757-1827

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Uh, I've been looking in my folder of poems. Here is one I found:

Punch a hole through my heart

A place for you to stay

There you’ll always be a part

Please don’t leave unless I say

The blood is bleeding through

Through my skin

Through my shirt

Onto you like dirt

Forever there it shall remain

When you look, you’ll always see my pain

The pain of me living

The pain of you lying

The pain of me crying

The pain of me dying

Watch me fall to my feet and drown

Cease the breathing and let me free

Sever us forever

Let me be

I do not need you

I will never need you

This is my poem for English class.

Strings of pearls,

Bracelets of gold,

Around my neck, they furl.

They clasp my wrists and tightly hold.

It'll never cease to amaze me

That with these riches,

I can't be who I want to be.

I hide behind this pretty mask

And drink my wine from this delicate flask.

Grievously, I'll hold to this life,

And pray to God it won't end with a knife.

I don't like who I have become,

And who I live among

I can't see through the miasma of rich funk.

I'll dunk, dunk away into this verve

That has begun to decay.

I'll obey his every command,

For he took my hand

And brought me in

Not thinking it could be a sin

"It'll get better, trust me."

But only I knew it wanted to let be.

Reluctantly, I followed in melancholy.

'Cause I was hungry for love and beauty.

Now you see...

This life isn.t meant for me.

I wish I could wisp away

Like a breath of cold air

And maybe become something fair

I'll take off this mask

I'll throw this flask

And start a masquerade

I won't pretend to Be.

Tell me what you think.

&hardtz;