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Post by Raechelle on May 1, 2009 16:38:55 GMT -5
Post any of your original poems here.
Here are a few of mine (warning, kind of depressing).
Madness I hear a voice inside my head. Sometimes I wish that she was dead. She tells me what she thinks I should do. I think she should just get a clue. I don't want her talking to me. Why can't she seem to ever see? She torments me day and night, filling me with endless fright. For the voice inside cannot be, but I know it's really me.
Broken Looming cloud over my head. Filling me with a sense of dread. Raindrops of sadness isolate me and I am the the only one who can see. Broken spirit that is mine, irony and sadness so intertwined. For perfection you can strive, but it only hurts worse when you fall from your climb.
(This next one was for a friend and her mom and family) For Vanessa Little precious unborn child, tell me what you hear. Has God wrapped you in his arms and wiped away your fear? Tell me little unborn child do you fear what is to come? Do your mourn for your loss of a family full of love? Does the Creator rock you to sleep and sing you lullabies? It is good that you do not hear us for all we do is cry. Little precious unborn child, tell me what you know. We all miss you greatly, for it was not your time to go.
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Post by Sheva Das on May 1, 2009 17:31:51 GMT -5
-gasps- LOVELY. I liked the last one best. Let's see...I can only find one of my poems right now, and it's a really sucky one from about a year and a half ago. I swear I've improved since then... ----- What’s in your heart? What do you hear? What do you love, And what do you fear? Listen so closely, And you just might find, The answer if you’re in a difficult bind. What’s in your mind? What do you think? Do you hope for fame, Or dream only in pink? Dive deeper in, And maybe you’ll see Why some things in your life were just meant to be. What’s in your house? Where’s your private space? Where do you keep Your own special place? Go there again, And perhaps you’ll know Where go the stars when the sun’s face does show. In each of our hopes, And in each of our dreams, We find some of the truth- Make the ends fit the means. But wherever you’re going Be it near or far, It helps if you know Just who you are. * ----- Eek.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on May 1, 2009 18:28:04 GMT -5
Poetry wise, you guys beat the crap out of me. Actually, I don't think I've ever written a poem... I don't know much about it either.
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Post by Raechelle on May 1, 2009 18:41:15 GMT -5
Well...I don't know much about it, but there's really nothing about it that's set in stone. You can do just about anything with a poem. Like I love Ellen Hopkins books...They're this different kind of metaphorical poetry that doesn't rhyme, yet has this way of fitting together.
(She's actually my inspiration for using one-word titles. I look up to her, so it's just kind of a habit that stuck with me.)
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on May 2, 2009 19:57:18 GMT -5
LOL, I might try it sometime.
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Post by treeckorules on May 4, 2009 13:59:49 GMT -5
Meh haiku:
I am a big noob But I know you are one too I am not a noob
That person just got... Owned. Because he is a noob I am the winner
Peoplez are jelous of meh abilities.
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Post by Raechelle on May 4, 2009 18:58:07 GMT -5
I posted it on BT, but some people here don't go on that site so here is my latest creation:
Oh, and it's all metaphorical and such. I doubt anyone will get the full meaning
Yesterday Sinful. Forsaken. The river runs dry. Mourning. Regretting. Vultures circle the sky.
Isolated. Alone. No one bothers to look. Bleeding. Crying. If only they could see how the ground shook.
Burning. Screaming. The fire consumes. Surrendering. Resigned. There's nothing to lose.
Numbness. Eternity. A deserving fate. Shadows. Screams. It came too late.
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Post by Sheva Das on May 4, 2009 19:17:29 GMT -5
Treeko-LMAO. XD
Raechelle-epic win. ^_^ I don't get the full meaning, but I like it anyway.
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Post by Raechelle on May 4, 2009 19:20:23 GMT -5
Only a friend and I know the full meaning...I'd tell you but you'd find me disturbed and twisted.
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Post by Sheva Das on May 4, 2009 20:23:48 GMT -5
...now I'm really curious... DX
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Post by Raechelle on May 4, 2009 20:31:54 GMT -5
I'll PM you and tell you if you like but you're not allowed to tell anyone.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on May 5, 2009 6:44:45 GMT -5
Um... I don't get it either :/ Or, I don't think I do. But it's very prettiful. I found I a poem I wrote. I don't remember writing it. I wrote it when a girl in my class last year slit her wrists. I sat by her in math class. Anyway, it's very bad, I changed the rhyme sceme in the middle. And it's depressing. But does anyone want to read it?
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Post by Sheva Das on May 5, 2009 11:23:22 GMT -5
Raechelle-I won't. Cara-I'd love to.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on May 5, 2009 11:33:29 GMT -5
Well, 'tis very bad and strange, but here it is. Exsanguinate Bleeding, dying. Screaming, crying. Do not swoon, bleed it out, Of open wounds. Self inflicted, Torrents of, Vermilion liquid, Such an early demise, But in the end, It’s not a surprise, That you’ll never mend. You just can’t take it, All the pain and the sorrow Too much to make it To a better tomorrow. I handed it into English class under the prompt 'something that's happened to someone you know' And I got three weeks with the school councilor and a call to my parents
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Post by Sheva Das on May 5, 2009 18:29:27 GMT -5
-falls over laughing-
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