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Other Topics => Creative Endeavors => Topic started by: divasteph on April 07, 2003, 09:29:21 am
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Please only post YOUR poetry in this thread! :D
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Beautiful
Dancing spark flutter lullabies eyes
Butterflies fold in still fly
Nighttime sweet memory
Warm sunlit vines sway carefully
Hooked ends grasp gently
Looks bends back inside me
Captivation without obscenity
Stitched gap tenderly
Single petal sheds a drop
Silently it’s peace serene
Unique never alone with itself
Cradled elevation invitation
Weak beams creak footsteps
Dragging fingers catch dust
Light wind scatters eloquent
I love today an element
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I Hate Poetry (written for Senior English)
I hate poetry
as you will soon see
it makes me mad
'cause it's all bad
and won't agree with me
That's a haiku, right?
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Um no.....
Here is my haiku....
Plataeus (sp?)
Flat top, ridgid edge.
Very tall and mountain-like.
Sand all around it.
Kinda boring.
I have more than that! I will post some elsewhere.
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i don't normally share much of my poetry because it is really personal but this is really old so ... I will share one ... plus i know reading tons and tons of poetry can be boring to sift through....
FACADE
Creeping through hallways
Peering through faded eyes
Trying not to be noticed
Wearing this disguise
Why when they knock they are not allowed to see
Leaving me as I am
mystery
I want to let you inside, I do
first to myself must learn to be true
--SP 8/98
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i don't normally share much of my poetry because it is really personal but this is really old so ... I will share one ... plus i know reading tons and tons of poetry can be boring to sift through....
same here.
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Another Poem ...
Untitled...
The Corner's of my head are bent and worn
Taking big leaps, leaves my ankles sore
How will I reach my infinitive place
If I cannot survive the day to day
-SP
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ive never been here before, but i wrote a poem yesterday while i was slightly not there but thats ok, lemme find it and then post it :lol:
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THE You....
when i think of the you
he would have no idea what i was thinking
when i talked to the you
he wouldnt know that i i hadnt been drinking
sometimes the you would have thoughts of things
that he thinks only come out of my mouth when i rings
to him when im slightly not there
but im always there
when hes there to talk to
hes the you
hes a one
hes MYu
he is
YOU
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haha...How much did you have to drink last night Sarah?
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wellll
i didnt have much at all
it was something else i was under the influence of
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hmm
noones replied about my poem
how sad
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I replied about it! I likede it!
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i wrote it like a week and 1/2 ago, its my way of just letting things go, this poem was really cool though i wasnt even thinking, this was all what my pen wrote (haha sounds crazy but i cant even remember thinking any of this) ...wicked cool feeling!
"unlit"
it kills to watch
'the one' walk by
i feel stung
by some unwatned fly
as love burns inside
one eye follows
one eye wanders
watching him go by
i know i'll get hurt
so why waste time
i just want so bad
for someone to be mine
why do i sink so low
and go underneath the shallows
to see what you give
to yearn inside to even live
i want it before this candle goes unlit
and i wont have anything
but the love that i never got to give
i dont want to live this life
full of regrets that just might
cause this candle to be less of a delight
i dont want it to end
i dont know what to do
all i can think
is to follow right after you
i follow straight on the imprinted steps
something that my mind has already set
as perfect for a guide
within each deep stride
i hope to find the answers
i hope to find you
possibly waiting for me
then i can live up to
the fantasies that could be
i open the door
don't even know your name
and you probably shouldnt know my 'claim to fame'
you move even mysteriously closer now
raising your perfect brown eyebrow
with your sweet deep eyes
looking back into mine
until both ours are closed
and the sensation is what i remember most
i had that one kiss
the one i didnt want to miss
i fell in love
until the day my candle went unlit
and still inside
i know i have you to thank for it
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Thats a cool poem melly. :D
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i usally don't write poems unless i'm really inspired, and even then i don't like a lot of it, because for some reason i think my writing is not as mature as it could be, but I just figured I'd wing it, you guys are worth it! This one's called "Puzzle"
"Puzzle"
Here I sit
Head in my hands
I don't know what to do.
Six days ago
how was i supposed to know
that I could fall for you?
Here I sit
my mind in pieces
mirroring the image of my heart.
7 years or 6 days,
how long will it take
to make sense of your ways?
Here I sit
caught between real and sublime,
I want all this to be mine.
I can have you
If you'll have me
but the lines make it hard to see.
So here I sit,
thinking of you
head in my hands,
i don't know what to do.
This feeling I have,
what could it be?
What do all these pieces mean?
There I was,
head in my hands
trying hard to understand.
Just when I thought
this had all been solved
that one piece was missing,
it left when you said "good-bye"
not "so long."
~Nikki
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please start using this thread again for poetry - because the rest of the creative endevor topic is filling up and it sucks to sift through all the poetry here - you guys are talented but can't we put it all in this one thread.... it's more organized that way and then we have a little complilation thread of everyone's poems...
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This free verse, if it orks for you guys.
School kids are shooting up their schools, while their parents are off by themselves. When we all know all we want is attention. And attention apparenly can't be given and it never will be given. Regression is what the world has fallen into. Looking back at the wrongs our ancestors have done, not even considering what will become of us, the youth, in time. Our biggest fear is falling, and since Pontius washed his hands of that act of salvation, all we've done is fall. I saw rappers and goths on TV today, explaining what they think the world means . . . lyrically. Telling us about past relationships, religiously related prisons, and even the press - Hell, according to some. The fearful mothers, "protecting" their own children and what's to become of Earth. Hypocritical parents saying theyknow what's right and what's wrong for their children. If that's so true, I never want to see a chid in public again. Today's society, full of gays, and killers, and . . . us. We shouldn't listen to what-should-be-censored music, and we shouldn't watch violent television, when the answer really is get rid of mankind. We, being human, refuse to see our fault or faults. Even when we become what we do. We've never looked back at all the chances we've let pass, or the wrongs we've done to one another. I want to be equal. For once in my life, I want to be known as the German-English-French-Norweigian-Indian-Swedish-American, rather than "the white girl." I want to be looked at as the "narrow-minded, Catholic girl," not just the white girl. "I am what I am . . ." And that's what society's come to. But, I know when to shut up. And we can all unite sometime. I believe our world will someday become one. But what are we to do when we're all just a bunch of Catholic girls who just want a cup of coffee and a chance to move to New York?
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two new poems i wrote this week ---
both untitled....
1.______
Plump, like a pumpkin...
sick of people tryin to transform me
I'm not a carriage...
can't take you on a trip
I'm no Cinderella story...
I can be who I want to be
Don't hold my down with your fairytales...
I make my own destiny
2.______
I get lost in your words...
I melt on your tongue like chocolate
You take me away...
to another world
My head spins around...
and I start to feel dizzy
I can't touch the ground...
now, that I know I can soar
your eyes...
I get lost in your eyes...
I run for miles in your eyes, your eyes
your eyes are like oceans...
I feel myself swimming
the current is strong...
the water is high
If you can fold me up...
I'll fit in your pocket
my journey is long...
but, I'll go for a ride
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aww Steph! i love it
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thanks alex -(there are actually 2 of them - so i am not sure which one you meant - but thanks - i like them too- they were important enough to me - that i posted them!)
xoxo
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I've searched and searched and researched and everything I've done, I've done for one person. You just ignore me - Or I don't understand your way of speaking. And I seem stupid, but fate kills me each time you speak to me and the pull of confusion rips us apart, until there's nothing but pieces of Argument together for you and me to become Us. The thin threads of Relation and Want seep into me and burn my heart like it lay in the midst of the consequence of lightning's strike. Strike one . . . Strike two . . . Strike three . . . And I'm out. I'm out of Hope for all time to come for us to become something. And when you call my name, your voice pierces my memory and my eardrum like a sword forced into the flesh of a spiritually reborn soldier. Venting only results in keeping thoughts in the open and we're raped of all Privacy. The vaccination for this contageous disease we call Love is unknown. Though my porcelain heart remains broken, tattered, and cracked; however it will never fully perish so I am stuck to die with an impaired heart - A heart which stops beating every moment your eyes reflect off mine and I know, from then on, you are the epitome of of my infinite torture and my constant finite breathing. After hours of restless fearing of losing you, I rest and imagine your eyes which serve as a mirror to mine; your voice which pierces my every nerve; and my having of you. Though this dream drastically changes and in nightmares, I see your face light up like a ghost burning in visibility. But it darkens like your shadow, crawling behind me and I want to pierce your memory so like you've mine . . . Though I awaken to the blade of Realization, damaging my soul.
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i have quite a few well most are songs but here's a poem i wrote this summer.....
Brother
There are things I just cannot understand.
How love and hate are compromised
How life and death are not important.
Then I think of the little one.
He was so small, full of joy, so innocent.
He’s gone.
He had such an impact to those who knew him.
To think if He was alive...
I cannot comprehend.
The lives he would have touched.
The trails he would have gone through.
The wisdom he would have learned.
The life he would have lived.
This world is so twisted.