Lemony's Lovely Little... Lounge?

Once,
they meant something.
They were important.
Politeness, respect,
kindness, thoughtfulness,
reflected
by these words.
Now they're nothing
but a bunch of letters
stringed together
on the thread of sarcasm
shrouded behind the curtain
of fake politeness.
"Thank you."
"Please."
"Excuse me."
Force of habit.
Not thoughtful sentences.
Not meaningful phrases.
Just
words.
Empty words.
That's all they are.
That's all they ever will be.

^ Oh! Way to maintain pacing, rhythm and flow there, Lemony. Smooth as silk <3

Thanks, Audeh!~ :3 I wasn't paying attention to that, really. xD But thanks!

Running was never
an option.
Or was it?
Were we so caught up
in this mess;
had we ventured too far
into the forest
to realize that the wind
whispering through the trees
urged us to leave quickly?
That the rustling leaves
were warning us,
protecting us,
stopping us.
Protecting us from being harmed
by the thorns and branches
that we walked towards.
Leading us to the roses
that we never noticed,
never cared about.
Because we were too lost
and too lonely
and found solace
in those thorns.

The scars remained
after you had walked away
from the thorns
and I had crawled
towards the roses.
They didn't heal me;
they didn't cure me.
They dug deeper
into my skin.
But the scars fade
as I stumble and find my way
out of this forest.
Out of this mess.

(...whut.)

Wow Emony! Nice use of roses and gardens as themes!

Thanks Alfred! I honestly have no idea what I was writing, but thank you!

How much it hurts,
I cannot say.
But when the mind betrays
and lets its guard down,
memories return,
the scars reopen
and burn.
Oh yes, they sting.
And when no one is there,
and no one can know,
being alone...
is it my only choice?

(Can I use an ellipses (sp?) in poetry? I do not know.)

P: You can use anything in poetry, Lems. I use all sorts of !@#!<< =^D messes. You make the rules, just make it effective and have a reason for it. Like, I can see what you're going for with that extra pause there at alone. It really emphasizes that feeling.

Thanks for clearing that up, Audeh! C:

(Plant themes whut.)

The trees stood tall,
proud, mighty, powerful
yet thoughtful, and giving.

And then the winter arrived
bringing with it
snow and ice,
that slowly gathered
on the leaves and branches
that bent with fear
of never being able to return;
of not surviving the harsh winds.
And the trees lost hope.
Succumbing to their weak state
they curled up their roots
bent their heads
and drifted off to sleep.

But soon, one fine morning,
they felt heat.
Warmth.
Gently touching them,
carressing their leaves
awakening them
from their deep sleep.
Water trickled off their branches -
the snow that had left them hopeless.
And slowly, they turned their heads
to face a bright sun
shining its rays all over.
And they looked up,
and straightened,
and regained their pride.
They stood tall once more.

(Bonus points if anyone can guess what it's actually about! C: )