Maybe not my best, but I quite like it;

Here lies the man.
The man that ruined my life.
The man that tore the tears out of my eyes.
The man that didn't care if I cried.
The man that thought my pain was funny.
The man that didn't care for money.
The man that only needed to see pain.
The man who I would've liked to maim.
The man who needed to go away.
The man that would hurt me with what he would say.
The man that, at night, would make me turn and toss.
The man that when I think of him...
I feel a loss.

From First Line Poetry.

I don't suppose we can use Haikus from the Haiku thread.
I got a single entry in this poetry thread, can I just copy/paste it? Does it still count if I completely rewrite the poem in a different rhyme pattern / wording?

Errrrr, I'm not good at writing poems.

           The Snow Day

     Today I'm very happy
For it's a very fun snow day
      I play all day long.
For it's a fun snow day

From First Line Poetry.

I'd forgotten all about that. However, I haven't submitted anything there since 2011, but when I did, it was pretty darn epic:

[from here]

A silent whisper,
A stifled scream,
Without wonder,
Deprived of dreams.

On a day of bitter cold,
I escaped their stranglehold;
I broke free, for I was bold,
To tell the world of things untold.

Rise up! you dreamers and thinkers;
We must make a stand!
For the age of ripeness withers,
And the mind needs to expand!

Yet my words fell on deaf ears;
My advice would not suffice,
For the people lived in fear,
And did not live their lives.

(Too bad I can't enter this, but would you please critique it anyway?)

Blistering tundra
Beautiful swollen snowflakes
Frozen paradise

Not much, not long. However, the effect should still be the same.

Only three more days to submit your best poem of 2012!

I didn't write any good poem this year yet :D D:

K, I noticed my poem in this thread was way back in '11 anyway, so I opted for my best Haiku '12:

When the Rain Comes

Calmness enfolds all,
While chill rain drops play me a
Silver symphony.

So apparently I've really only written one poem this year that I was remotely proud of. I wonder why? (hint: I got lazy)

Her hands,
Crimson as a robin's breast,
Flutter against the icy wall.

She presses up against it,
imagines green pastures,
a sky of sapphire and ivory,

metaphors heard from the skeletons at her feet.

Smooth and cold like bone,
Like Dante's Ninth Circle.
The wall.

She listens for whispers
Seeping through the cracks,
Breathless and eager.
Distorted images, nourishment.

Threads of sunlight to her tired ears.

"I told you."
The weary skeletons do not respond.
"I told you."
They crunch under her,
Broken memories.

The voices talk of bubblegum,
White chocolate shakes that froth,
Too much for one person to finish.
"None for you."

She waits.
It is dark inside the wall,
The underbelly of a beast.
"Stop smiling."
Her grin matches theirs.
"Stop smiling."

The skeletons know too much, yellowed shells.

The wall crumbles,
As walls are wont to do,
Fragile limbs of concrete.

"I told you."
Rusted are the hills and sky,
And the skeletons smile,
Lying in shallow graves.
"None for you. Stop smiling."

This weeks contest is doing exceptionally well....