Some Shit not poetry to me to you maybe.

[darkheart85]

I look into your eyes. You beg not to die.
I tell you not my chioce. Tender is your vioce.

Dark was that night. I tore you from the light.
With slight of hand. I took you to my land.

Where pain is loved. And peace is gloved.
I took your soul. My stories untold.

I'll close your eyes. Tell no lies.
I'll lead you to rest. They call me death.

[A Simple Poet]

It needs some work. Some spelling corrections. And I would suggest eliminating the punctuation altogether and turn those extra sentences into seperate lines.

The imagery is rather pedestrian and less then tripe ... almost non-existant to even be cliched; but I am intrigued about the bit with "peace being gloved."

I wouldn't give up on it. But don't be so committed to form or rhyme.

[Underwater Ophelia]

I actually really like this. I like the last two lines.