Writing My Best Poems

[NashvilleDream]

I wrote this down a couple months ago, I got a lot of good comments. I have also entered it in several contests. I wrote this poem when I was just over my suicidal state, I believe it is my second best poem. It dosen't have a title, but do titles really matter?

Do not cry
When I am gone
For I am not forgotten
I have left my mark
Upon the world
Like paint upon a canvas.

But even stone will crumble
And paint does fade with time
It's colors lie forgotten
Leaving the canvas
Eventually blank
For another to paint
Upon it's face.

I wrote this poem after that one. I believe that this is my best poem.


[U]A Part of Me[/U]

A part of me
Died that day
The day you left
On your way
To find yourself
To search your heart
For the answers to your questions.

Did you think
When you left
Of what I would do without you?

You broke my heart
The day you left
And left me all alone
With only memories to guide me.

It's shattered into
Too many pieces
And cannot be repaired.

So a part of me
Died that day
The day you left
Without a goodbye

Only a note
Tacked onto the door
Blowing in the wind.

Saying that you'd left
To find out who you are
That you'd gone on a journey
To find yourself in your shrouded heart.

And you probably wouldn't come back.

I would've followed you
To the ends of the earth
Just to be with you forever.

But that's probably why you left
So early in the morning
Without telling me goodbye.

I know you didn't mean
To break my broken heart
I know that you'll still think of me
Though we are far apart
And I know that you'll remember me
All those days we spent togerther
And those nights under the stars.

But that didn't stop a piece of me
From dying when you left
Or my shattered heart from breaking.

You were my best friend
You cared for me
My entire life.

Until the day you left
And broke my shattered heart
And killed a piece of me
That was dead from the start.

I haven't said a word
Since the day you left
And I won't move from this spot
Just incase you come back for me

You were my world
Now you're gone.






When you critisize, please keep in mind that I am only 13, and this poem will NOT be changed. Not even one word.