No Regrets

lilmissprincess

Hatred.
Thats all you mean to me.
Thats why I'm doing this.
But I don't regret you
Pain.
All you've given me.
Let me cry
You won't.
I still have no sign of regret for you.
I step away from you, from this life
Air catches my feet.
I hate you, I hate this, I hate life.
Gushing wind blows my fall awkward,
Time to think.
Lastly of your face
Of the screams and the lies.
Of the hatred.
Theres no love left.
Splash.
Too late for regrets.

Lothaar

Y'know, it's possible to have deeply felt emotions that aren't miserable. And when they are miserable, they're not necessarily pure hate/depression. Some people on this forum seem to forget that.

lilmissprincess

But misery loves company.

Night_Rocker

Hate and depression are the only emotions that seem to make you feel enough to be bothered to write poetry! When you're happy it's just oh. You're not in the mood for poetry. you wanna be out with people.

Lothaar

Really? I think that's a real pity. Poetry is for every emotion. I think that it has become a cliché to write a poem upon the premise that you're really depressed/suicidal, which is also a pity because it devalues these genuine emotions. And clichés are el diablo in poetry.

Night_Rocker

Well, I guess that's true. But i just guess depression is just such a domineering emotion, that people sometimes only find they can write about that

lilmissprincess

Exactly, when I'm happy, I'm out with my friends, the sun is shining. When I'm pissed off, it always rains, I have exams and my firends disappear into the shadows waiting for the sun.

Lothaar

There's plenty of poems about non-depressing things/emotions. Do you think you *could* write poetry that isn't fuelled by hate or depression?

Go on. Write something and post it in here. But it can't be miserable.

And it can't be about love either, cos that's too easy.

Night_Rocker

Walking amongst the green grass
Seeing the people behind the glass
I look at the sun
With it's dazzling shine.
I watch the sway of leaves
With the thick scent of pine.
I watch the ants on the ground
Beginning to thrive
And for once
I'm happy to be alive

there, easy

Lothaar

Hee hee. That's pretty good.

Nala

I didn't think it was great. It was just a bit angsty for me and it doesn't rhyme.

Idgeitman

the poetry dosent always have to rhyme. Some of the greatest poetry barely rhymes. Its more to how the words speak.