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 Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 12:05 pm
Welcome all poets. If you have any poetry, please post it here. All poems are welcome. Anything from our favourite silly nursery rhymes to deep "from the heart" writing. No bashing, please smile
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 3:19 pm
Mm'kay, sure thing. ^^ I love poetry, but I never share it with others. Ever since fourth grade, when these kids kept mocking me about it.. ugh.
Well, I have to go, so I can't post any poems. xP But I will soon! I hope I'm not spamming. sweatdrop
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Psycho Maniac Bubble Crew
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Pyromaniacal Wave Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 3:23 pm
Sshia Mm'kay, sure thing. ^^ I love poetry, but I never share it with others. Ever since fourth grade, when these kids kept mocking me about it.. ugh.
Well, I have to go, so I can't post any poems. xP But I will soon! I hope I'm not spamming. sweatdrop Don't worry, that's not even clsoe to spamming. Saying you love poetry makes it definitely on topic biggrin I love poetry as well but I rarely write it. Maybe I'll post something in the future. This thread seems all lonely without any poems in it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 6:00 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 1:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 6:30 pm
Silent Wishes
My silent wishes stay with me
Never escaping my lips
Or entering the ears of others
Wishes to touch
To kiss
To love
Stay silently with me
That's one I wrote a couple weeks ago. Lately I haven't been writing poety. I've been writing short stories. Which reminds me. I have to go type on of those up for fictionpress... I shall do that now.
P.S. That's an awesome poem dude!
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 11:30 pm
Bang.
Bang.
The sound of the gun can be heard.
The woman screams, splattered in her lovers blood.
It wasn't supposed to end like this.
Everything was perfect.
They were young.
They were engaged.
They were happy.
Then he went and got himself shot.
Voices can be heard, talking about the girl.
She looks up, ready to avenge her lover.
She's met with a gun barrel between her eyes.
Bang.
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I just made it up on the spot... definately... darker. Oh well. This is my improv when it comes to poetry < 3
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 10:44 am
Plates crash, voices raised
Its all a normal day
Children yell they scream
All you want to do is leave
But no chance of getting away
Because you're stuck you're there
Give then a glare
Give them a wave
Its not like they're listening anyway
Still you push on
You're soul to the crowds
Agaisnt the hate, agaist the crush
Bell rings, they all leave
And you are left
Whirlwind gone dust settles
Pick the litter world spins
Get out close the door
It goes round and falls
Down you go but keep on walking
Can't let them know
It doesn't seem finished but I just did it now and don't have a huge amount of time. Maybe I'll sort it out a bit later.
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Shadow of an Illusion Crew
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Psycho Maniac Bubble Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:04 pm
Loud voices,
Annoying screams,
Cursewords beating against your ear.
Shivering cold,
Uncomfortable seat,
Many people leer. (sounds weird, but it rhymes 3nodding )
Uneven wheels
Bounce you in your seat,
When will this cursed few moments end?
How I feel about riding the bus to school. XD;
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:03 pm
The guild
It's quiet
I mourn
For it's
Lost activeness.
Our members
Where have
they gone?
They seem
to have
vanished,
disappeared, perhaps,
leaving me
all alone
in
this
desolate
WASTELAND
of
Empty
Threads.
The poem thread,
it has been
the
most active
thread
recently.
I wonder
WHY.
Have we
NOTHING
left to
TALK
about?
Are we
REDUCED
to
COMMUNICATING
only through
POEMS?
People, we
need
DISCUSSION.
And so
ends
my crappy
crappy
oddly-formatted
yes, it's almost over
...
poem.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:42 pm
Shall I compare thee to a withered pimple?
Thou art more hideous and more ghastly
And the school year is too long to stare
Sometimes too ugly for thy eyes
Often my eyes blinded
And although the pimple sometimes dies
Thou’s pimples return
Because of thee’s oily skin
But thy eternal redness shall not fade
Nor allow thee fair skin
I giveth thee a sharp blade
And have thee removes the pimples, thick and thin
So long as pimples thrive
Thee shan’t be able to strive
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It's a poem parody, bitches.
That I made for my brother... so he can get a good grade in w/l : D Because I'm such a nice big sister < 3
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 11:32 am
(Reply to Kori)
It is odd that
This is alive
And the rest are dead
Specially my dear wive
When you consider
That to make it rhyme
Takes more time
Than just a quick
Post and squick
But homework kills
The normal funtion of you brain
And so we most
Be almost doing homework
When not doing hoework
I would like to take the chance
To kill the homework
I am aware
This is no Burns work
Or even anything close
But ignore the crapness
And read the words
The end.
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Shadow of an Illusion Crew
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 11:28 pm
given the facts and taking the truth
like an aiching baby tooth
we're all so loose
purely impure
there is no cure
to the madness we all have
take away from the facts we fall
but taking away from the truth we drown
like a smile upside down
we can't pretend forever to be
i just thought of that off the back of my head, so its not that good
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 4:28 pm
I am just reading this book called hold on by Alan Gibbons. There are a bunch of these poems atrewn around, and I think they're interesting. I think I'm going to share them here.
Glass
Glass breaks
because it is fragile.
You don't blame the glass
for breaking.
A heart breaks
because it is fragile.
So why blame
the heart
for breaking?
Why blame me?
Hands
Hands of friendship,
helping hands,
hands
to lend,
hands up,
hands off,
hands that are shaken
or,
just by themselves
shake with fear.
Hands made of
four fingers,
a thumb
and a palm,
balled into a fist,
hands made,
to do me harm.
Happy
It's when
nobody calls you names;
it's when
you don't look round corners;
it's when
you walk without fear
of another set of footsteps
falling in behind you.
It's when
shadows are just an absence of light
not the absence of security;
It's when
words don't have teeth;
smiles don't have daggers;
the twinkle in their eyes
isn't edged in malice.
It's when
you dare
-just once-
to be happy.
The Last Time
This will be the last time
I take it.
Seconds tick by.
The world outside of me,
Outside of my thoughts,
No longer has meaning.
Time shudders to a halt,
Implodes on itself.
The dog that leaps for the stick
Hangs in freeze-frame.
a single drop of water
Hangs suspended below the tap.
A salty tear waits,
Halfway through cutting a stream
Down a cold cheek.
This will be the last time I cry.
This will be the last time.
Some are quite sad. That's what I like so much about them.
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Pyromaniacal Wave Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:17 pm
Venused.
Lyk, oh, em, gee, dude. You stole my username. mad
In all my time across the internet, I have never, ever run into another Venused. Ever. Since according to your application to TCU, you came from the Neopets guild, I'm assuming you saw my username there and borrowed it.
Man, I'm my name is so cool.
Welcome to TCU, by the way smile I'm Kristy.
(Sorry I have no poetry guys. *hand slap to Kristy for posting in the POETRY thread with none* BUT I saw the name Venused and was very curious surprised You wouldn't want to read my poetry, anyway. I'll stick to short stories.)
You guuys, All your poems are really interesting and/or emotional. Anytime I write poetry I find it hard to be serious, because I really haven't experienced any truly emotional poetry-ish things well enough to write about them.
EDIT: Okay I lied, but this is my proof that I shouldn't write poetry, let alone on such short notice.
Venused!
Penised!
Is there anything else that rhymes?
Yes, this poem really sucks some limes
But that's all right...
Because no one want to fight
About such a stupid poem
That really needs a new home
The trash can, that is
This poem has no fizz
So it's time to finish
and for this poem to diminish.
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