Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 22-November 05:53:41 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Suicidal Princess

Contributed by babygurl33 on Friday, 19th November 2004 @ 08:11:02 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I’m trapped in a hole,
I’m growing very old.
I’m screaming but no one cares,
Touch me if you dare.
I feel surrounded by bumblebee hives,
I feel like a hundred stabbing knives.
My blood is tasty, mmm so sweet,
I feel like I’m beginning to be beat.
My face is going pale; my eyes are going black,
I feel goose bumps all down my back.
Death is in the air; it runs around trying to scare.
There’s no where to run,
All I have with me is a gun.
Three bullets will do,
One for me and two for you.
I’m dead and lay beside you,
I just wish we could have said the two “I do’s”.
Because of my hurt,
I now lie in a box six feet under the dirt.





Copyright © babygurl33 ... [ 2004-11-19 20:11:02]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Suicidal Princess (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Friday, 19th November 2004 @ 08:52:35 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
related to this poem in my own little way, sadly =/ great poem. very interesting and captivating. anger and depression burn a hole through a person just like a bullet does sometimes...


Re: Suicidal Princess (User Rating: 1 )
by daydreamer22 on Friday, 19th November 2004 @ 08:57:06 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
this poem reallly got to me...it describes how much pain one person can really hold deep inside them...excellent work...bravo...

Awaiting your next...
~*ME*~


Re: Suicidal Princess (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 08:31:32 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
very sad and emotional, can relate well,

pixie xx




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com