I wonder


I wonder what it be like to write a book
I wonder what it would be like to be famous
I wonder what significance you would be given
If people would listen to your wisdom

I wonder how I would feel to be gifted at something
I wonder what purpose God has granted me
This mystery just destroys me

As the world lifts the bar I wonder
How it is that I am suppose to fit in this puzzle
Where the pieces are always changing

The gifts I see people use daily
Only breaks away the confidence
I was given so long ago from birth

The indoctrination a growing pain
A throbbing notion against my true motion
I wonder if I will ever break free
This may never be

Diminishing hope is left to be laid
Across the ground my thoughts remain
If all that is left my sanity not
The love for helping has gone a dry-rot

The depth I wish to see in society
Is broken among our races so slightly
If all I can achieve is disrespect so highly
Why I wonder do I accept these lies?

The masks we wear upon our faces
Just bring upon a fake reality
I wonder why we brought this so
If it only brings tears
And yet still no one knows

I wonder if I will ever achieve
The goals we kids were meant to see
Lucky we are if ever to get there
But life has never been so fair to thee

Shown the only way done by society
Most kids my age are lost and still fighting

This hope I wonder how long it will last
If feeding society it diminishes none the less
What then are we left not sure I don’t know
More broken then before and yet another closed door

The life I live is gifted in the eyes of this dying world
But in my thoughts to be confined, I am
Alone I have become except for God

I stand strong and most likely alone
God as my friend
Life as my project

I wonder if I will ever be complete
But as I delete these lines of this poem
Will anyone care?
God does…….but who else?

My thoughts confined
Society encouraging this
What is left of me to give I wonder
I still will pursue happiness

God is my reason
The people of this world my passion
My time? Gods time....
My thoughts? Gods thoughts...
My actions? Gods actions....

Why? Because he cares…

Let it be known!
Let it be shown!
For this time is fading
There is now no time for primitive thinking...

Let the depth of my beliefs be heard
regardless of the fear this world grants

I wonder if I will ever be understood
My days are numbered
For this I am sure
If all I have achieved and become of this world is useless

So be it. I will never give up!

~Pete

(Copyrighted)

quite interesting, how long did it take you to write this?

10 mins but the thoughts are over a long period of time. I was originaly going to writ e a song then it turned into a poem and then into this lol....

heres one of my poems:
Nothing To You
I gave you all of my love and you turned it all away.
I’m waiting here, it’s just another day.
You have deceived me and now it’s an abuse.
All I really am is nothing of your use.
All you will do if I stay,
All you’re going to do is throw me away.
Why have you deceived me?
Have I ever been cruel to thee?
Take a one-way ticket out of my life.
I will never consent to be your wife.
What have you done to all of my love?
You will never make it to the Up Above.
I may hate you with a deep dark passion.
Though it is as bad as your abusive obsession.
I want you out of my life.
No more of you and your strife.

here's my revised version:
Nothing To You
By: Elisa Henry
I gave you all my love, and you turned it all away.
I’m waiting here for you, like it’s just another day.
You’ve deceived me in the past and now it’s an abuse.
All I feel is nothing, waiting for my use.
And what would you do if my decision were to stay?
Why should I try so hard, when you’ll only push away?
Why have you betrayed me?
What have I done to thee?
I may not hate you with such a deep dark passion,
You are even worse with your kind of thoughtless fashion.
I will never consent to being your wife.
Please take a one-way ticket out of my life.
I may never understand why you’ve poisoned our love.
Now I shall forevermore fly like a lonesome dove.




tell me what you think . . .

I think that is pretty good but as one of my teachers say don't rack your brain to try are make it rhyme. I will sound better if you just pour it out like HitNRun, by the way i liked it, it is exactly what has been going through my head, you know and that is how i come up with my poems they are a way to expess my frustration and sometimes i find my oen answer to my problems. But yeah great poems to both of you.

thanks. I also find if you try to rhyme it sounds like crud then if you arn't trying to then it can sound really awesome.

that was really good. i never write poems on my own, only for school. and they all suck so that is probably why i never even try. but yours was really good.

Thanks. It is just what is displayed by the world to my own thoughts.

suck a t poems and it kills me if it doesnt rhyme.

Where the hell are you coming up with these.....by the way your are all awsome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EXPESSALLY (SP) ELISA'S

man, you guys are good, i dont think i'll post one, i would be to imbarrased

You can post it. Just let your emotions go onto the page and you can get something that looks like that. That is all this is... Emotions to text.

i took your advice and wrote a peom that didnt ryme.

May Be love

I think that it may be love.
That’s twisting me up inside.
It’s making my cheeks all rosy.
Tingles are running all over’
What is happening to me?
I think that it may be love.

When he goes walking past me
I will stop dead in my tracks.
I savor every moment
That I am in his presence
I’m filled with wonderful joy.
I think that it may be love

So here it goes, the fantasy,
The dream I’ve always had.
I will take my chance with him.
Maybe he’ll take his chance with me?
So long, farewell, I’m going for the plunge.
I surely know that this is love.

nice

is this topic meant for poems only?

Great poems!

these poems are amazing

New Path I wonder

As I wonder and wander through the darkest place
A black star shooting through time and empty space
Moving through life without a trace
Going on till the legend dies
With blade of truth cutting through the lies

But a new day dawn
So I sing a new song
Abiding the truth to the floor
Across to the open door

I wonder how I crossed this path
Invisible on this achient Taft
Awaking from a treacherous nap
I falter across the worlds faded way
Broken to heal is all they can say
Soaking to seal the puzzle they feel
Standing in the rain of a falling red stain.....of grace
Creating what once was an elegant face
Only 'oh' but a taste of his heaven

I wonder as I begin to depict
Peeling away layers of guilt and lost nicked brick
Watching the crumbling corner stone tare away
The potter’s hands never revealing his true plans
A new image cast upon his say
What lay left being true in a brand new way
As Dawn is to day
And Night to morning light
We are who we are in his image




Mission ridge

I look back across the valley agape
I stare into the distance, puzzled and yet relieved

For I know nor understand everything that has occurred
From the most simple thing to the bizarre and absurd

I can sense the change coming forth without any consent
Losing the things I always thought were eternal and meant

Although, I start to look forward and catch a glimpse of my mysteric future
A life of happiness by choice, but also full of strife and tragedy

And I begin to notice everything has its season
For one day those moments are past committed treason

I know not but what shadow lay before me
A view of the final abyss, but nothing in between

A scattered puzzle that solves at its set pace
My resolutions just a nic of change to my life’s race

The sun rises and night follows
This next year hopefully anything but hollow

The future a concept worth living for
My life soul’s purpose right to the core

As the day ends and my endeavor’s lessen
I write and harden my resolutions into stone

Stone that is not leaving any time soon
A stone in a meadow with a pleasant soft tune

A place to return in the time here after
A capsule of thoughts never to be thought quite the same




Anger is like confusion

Anger is like confusion
Unclear thinking its horrible result
Its truth projecting only an illusion

Its silence deadly a written lesson
Its result only struck like a lightning bolt
Anger is like confusion

Its actions fast, impulsion sudden insults
It spiking anger a harsh intrusion
Its truth projecting only an illusion

His sanity rotting, His friends he’s losing
Its purity tarnished like a chocolate molt
Anger is like confusion

His thoughts halted with only confession
The grudge to follow the equivalent to a cult
Its truth projecting only an illusion

The silence written upon a partition
The still time passing a problem into ruin
Anger is like confusion
Its truth projecting only an illusion




What Is More

What man is nobler?

A man who choices right in a situation where it is obvious
Or the man that chooses right among the fog.

What man is wiser?

A man that knows all and can do anything?
Or the man that knows regardless of what he does, he will be buried next to the worlds fool in the end.

What man is more courageous?

A man that puts down his life for the whole world
Or a man that is willing to put down his life for just a friend

What man is more successful?

A man who becomes the CEO of a corporation with a divided family
Or the man who’s family is the focal point of purpose and works there of as a janitor at a shopping mall.

What man is more giving?

An affluent man who grants billions to the worlds charities
Or a poor man who gives all he has (being only 50 cents) to a ravenous child.


Yet in our minds it is apparent that the subsequent is more a man then the initial man.
Yet we accept the first man as the answer to every question as a society
So why do we opt the initial man?





The Warrior

The dragon roared watching the sparing field
A broken arrow a shattered red shield
Wrecked magic jumping light into the night

Soaring swords of Lords and Riders
A furious madness of clashing metal fighters
A convulsive rage of furry and height
A crashing blow one missed to yield
A screaming cry from further down field
A violent swing, a frivolous fight
A future to be told, parchment unsealed

A broken fighter the loser to kneel
The muscle separated the wound sown tight
The scar a memory shown vividly important
A loss to remember in the dark days of earth

The day to follow again at the sparing field
This time left handed but with no shield
The life of the warrior soon forgotten
A sword his virtue of one to wield
The battle his end played out on a field
His life for his belief soon will be sealed

Just waiting……Just waiting….

~Pete Knowlton

ur SUCH a good poet!!!
Kepp writing!

rock on, pete! keep it up!

I'll post more as i get them, i'm in poetry and witting 2 so i will be posting short stories as well.