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 Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 12:54 pm
I love it!!! >w< Mine fails and dies in comparison!
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:38 pm
You shouldn't put yourself down so harshly... sweatdrop Poetry is as unique as the writers who create it. Each poem speaks to a different group. You have to believe in what you are writing, or you will never be able to create a piece that can speak to people. Have faith in your work and keep at it. No one is a lost cause. We all have something we wish to express whether we know it or not. mrgreen
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 1:33 pm
Thanks. 3nodding I'll read some of yours... I haven't had time to check out this forum very much. sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:05 pm
Doesn't seem like we have a lot of avid writers in this guild yet...Most people just post up a few poems or the beginnings of a story and then never check back in-to edit what they have or otherwise...It's really quite sad... eek
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:15 pm
You are here
The wind calls your name.
It is, to the wind, all the same.
It drags over my skin so nothing I can see nor hear,
I only know that you, my love, are near.
Door to door,
I can speak no more.
Room to room,
All I find is a lonley broom.
Wind drags over my skin so nothing I can see nor hear,
All I know is that you, my love, are near.
I hear your lonley voice over all the noise.
I feel you next to me.
I am full of glee.
Wind drags over my skin so all I can see and hear.
I now know that you, my love, are near.
((I wrote this in 2000 lol. It isn't very good, however.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:27 pm
I think they sound pretty but i dunno about what others think of my poems.
With the pencil in my hand i can turn into a bird
who flies and sings their sweet innocent song.
With the pencil in my hand , I would tur into
all those evil and nasty world leaders , long
enough to establish world happiness and peace.
with the pencil in my hand i would create a world
where their is happiness not sadness, where there is
laughing not crying. Where if you see the darkness ,
you look into the light.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:35 pm
Midnas Lament: Wow that's really good. ^^
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 6:54 pm
really? sweatdrop (( it's more of a song than a poem but they are basically the same thing))
Wheres the rain? wheres the storm?
Lightning strikes across the land.
battle in the clouds thunder claps aloud.
listen hard listen long listen
to their stromy song
where shall it go today?
Spinning long
spinning loud
spinning all around ,
turning is the key
how hard could it be
hear the storm hear the rain
hear the lightning crackling
where shall it strike today?
Where'd it go
wered it go
where did the stormy song go
flying through the skys
saying it's goodbyes
listen hard listen long
listen to my stormy song
it will be back again someday.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 2:52 pm
With a trigger finger and an angry smile
You didn't suspect a thing all the while
You know it's coming, but you don't know when
You've heard it from me time and again
The day you turned and went "What did you say?"
With a pointed finger and an Evil grin
I said "Well, there will be Hell To Pay!"
I am not the person you wanna play with
I'm not here for you games
I'm the one you're the most afraid of
And you don't even know my name
With a ring and a gun
I think your end has just begun
Let me tell, stories have come and gone
But this one shall not be told wrong
With a flicker of an acid bite
you'll turn around
and see I was right
I am not the person you wanna play with
I'm not here for you games
I'm the one you're the most afraid of
And you don't even know my name
I'm not the one who says I love you
I'm not the one who gives a damn
I am the one who knows what to do
because you know I just can't kill you
Well
My spirit is guided to hatred and anger
with the fear of a thousand cries
Where will my soul go?
When my time comes and I die!
I am not the person you wanna play with
I'm not here for you games
I'm the one you're the most afraid of
And you don't even know my name
I'm not the one who says I love you
I'm not the one who gives a damn
I am the one who knows what to do
because you know I just can't kill you
I am not the person who will play
I don't care about anything
I don't care what you have to say
Because now your time has come Angry people say angry things (Shrug)
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 8:12 pm
Of course. The words 'song' and 'poetry' are basically synonyms. When songs use poetry they are easier to design rhythms and music. For this reason, it's common practice to use rhyme or at least rhythmic phrases in songs much the same way poets do in poetry. mrgreen Quite the crafty people, those music artists. ninja
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 6:07 pm
"Here forever," you would not leave.
Then you left me. Now I'm free.
I'm flying like a bird but I've lost my wings.
Floating through the sea, sinking deep.
You were my wings.
I'm falling from the sky.
My wings have abandoned me.
But it doesn't matter.
Nothing matters.
'Cause I don't need to fly anyways.
I would walk about the Earth,
And fly~ through the sky.
I would swim every ocean.
But I lack the ability.
I lack you.
I could have flown.
Could have swam, could have ran.
But I lost it all.
I lost my mind.
I lost you.
Is this a sign?
Was it truly not true?
Were you?
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 6:19 pm
I think it's great! What do you think of mine? redface
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 6:29 pm
Dagurasu Ryu I think it's great! What do you think of mine? redface I love it! 3nodding It's insightful, and it has a kind of delicate balance of freedom and betrayal
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 6:31 pm
Elektro7 Vengeance is the greatest force Has drove me quite a ways But not quite far enough it seems To end these sorrowful days Mmm, I like this. Rather a lot actually. It's bitter and dark and unrepentant but still sad (or at least that's what I got). I like that, and that fact that it says so, so much in four lines. That's really hard- a lot harder than long poems.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 6:43 pm
So, I'll give you something small I wrote, see what you think. Maybe if someone likes it I'll post more. Quote: Yui of Morgance Wrote: Long for you like moths That yearn to be near candles: There is only dark All my other stuff is SUPER long . . . . sweatdrop Not sure if I should put it up or not . . . .
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