I like the poem above me. It has excellent imagry. Rain seems like such a simple concept, but you've turned it into something beautiful, and thoughtful.

Love-- Lost
I am alone yet again, the one I loved separated by a line
Thin and transparent, but dividing two unfathomable worlds
The realm of the living and of the dead; impenetrable.
I wish to reach across, if only to caress his cold, lifeless cheek
Yet it is not my time, and I cannot bear to leave my life behind
But I cannot live if I must live without him.
To wake up each day knowing I will never see him again,
But yearning for his warm embrace is hell in itself.
What would he have wanted?
For me to mourn and move on,
Or remember him for eternity and never love again?
Whichever one, he will live in my heart forever.

I read a book about a girl who's boyfriend died a year or two ago.  This isn't my story, but the book really inspired me to write this poem.  I am just now posting this because I found it while sorting through my book case.

Friends become enemies, and enemies become allies.
The tapestry of life is complex;
Threads interwoven, creating a bigger picture.
A single mistake can make the whole thing unravel,
And there may be no one to fix it.
If I cut a thread, will it stay intact or fall apart?
The deed is done, all thats left now is to wait and see.

You have an extreme talent for finding metaphors. You take a simple idea and expand it with complex imagery. Very good.

War
I lay bleeding, surrounded by corpses
I am but another casualty of war.
The power hungry leaders we trusted with our lives
Sent us to the battlefield to risk them.
In this beautiful meadow that was once green and lush,
My brothers and sisters fought to the death.
My fellow humans trampled the flowers so abundant
Then watered them with blood.
The nearby river runs ruby red, and the banks are stained.
Small mountains of bodies litter the land,
Bloated, some gazing empty eyed at the sky
As if wishing to rise above this carnage.
The small threads tying me to the world begin to fray.
The darkness is surrounding me,
And I realize now how corrupt we are.
The human race, created equal.
There is no equality in life,
Only in death.

A single petal shudders, struggling.
It clings to its one source of life,
Reluctant to depart just so it may rot.
The wind picks up, gusting angrily.

To defy nature is unnatural,
To avoid the course you are meant to take.
This petal is destined to fall,
Destined to decompose
Destined to feed the plant it comes from.

But this single petal,
The last living petal
From the body of its mother
Wants to continue it peaceful existence.

The world has another plan in mind,
And as the night approaches and the sun sets
The wind gives a mighty huff
And this petal falls gently to the ground
To meet its inevitable end.

Wants to continue its peaceful existence.

Quick correction, sorry.

These are great. Keep it up. Nice aliteration here, "The nearby river runs ruby red".

They tell me to speak my mind,
I do as I am told.
They tell me to be myself,
I obey their every whim.
They tell me to be brave,
And I pretend until I am.

But my words are my ****ation,
And I persecute myself.
I am who I am,
Yet it cannot make me loved.
I am brave,
Yet blind courage is my downfall.

My life in itself is a paradox.

Nightmare
The wind whips back my hair,
My breath comes in panicked gasps.
My legs have become lead,
And now are only painful appendages
And my will is not sufficient.
The fastest I can run is too slow.
He is closing in.
I feel his horrid breath tickle my neck
I imagine the things he’s done
I can see his hands, bloodied,
As he takes my life
And I become
Just another conquest.