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Old 08-09-2011, 01:58 AM

I'll try to post a poem once a day... i may miss days at a time, but i'll try not to.

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Fear
Of a confrontation to come
Anger
At tears that come too easily
Fear
Of eyes like daggers that cut too deep
Anger
At allowing the daggers to get close
Fear
That numbs the mind
Anger
A doorway that brings tears readily
Fear and Anger
Tumbled together in his presence,
Stealing phrases thought of long before,
And destroying a dam built to keep the flood of tears at bay.


Wrote this about a fear of talking to my father a few years ago.

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Old 08-11-2011, 12:28 AM

sorry i already missed a day, but here's a series of poems that i wrote.

A family grows
Separate groups are combined
A coven grows strong

Lies and betrayal
Pulled a family apart
Caused separation

A family torn
Made into many pieces
The start of an end

Defensive lines drawn
Wars fought against one member
Refusal to change

An end to patience
One member looses allies
Hope lost to despair

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Old 08-13-2011, 01:53 AM

here's for yesterday... a free style poem i wrote in high school aboput something i was going through.

Trust
A thing, when broken, is hard to build.
Trust
What you hope to have between
Friends...
Lovers...
And family.
Trust
Broken by lies.
Trust
A strong yet fragile thing.
It can withstant time...
Lifetimes...
And death.
Yet with a single, simple act can be destroyed.
Trust.
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And for today...
This I wrote in middle school:

Empty

I close my eyes and…
Nothing.
My mind was wholly…
Empty.
I opened my eyes and…
The feeling was still there.
I couldn’t think of any thing…
Except the empty feeling…
It was the Empty.
It wasn’t bad, but not good.
Not light, but not dark.
It was a greyness,
A nothingness,
Like there was nothing and nobody.
A void inside of me.

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Old 08-14-2011, 01:43 AM

Wrote this in middle school as well... rather liked it.

Nature is here
In my tree
It's as if I am part of the tree
I won't fall
I am eternal as this willow
I can be cut down
But i will rise up again
Stronger than before
I have one weakness as does the willow
Mine is fear of my father
Fear that grows like a wildfire
A wildfire that consumes me as it does my tree
Yet even when we are consumed
We rise up from the ashes
Stronger than before
No matter what we suffer, we rise from it
stronger and Stronger and STRONGER
I am forever there
Weither in body or in spirit
My spirit grows with every trial
I am Forever
I am the Willow

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Old 08-15-2011, 01:57 AM

I'll post something for today and tomorrow, tomorrow... i worked a 12 hour job and am brain dead.

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Old 08-22-2011, 07:25 PM

so... been busy... don't really want to post 6 original poems to make up for it, but i think I'll post a relatively long unoriginal poem and a short original.


Quote:
JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.



What is Rarely Seen

Through an archway,
A shining glen is seen.
Where colors gleam,
And effervescent forms flit from leaf to branch.
The beauty in nature
Blooms in their wake.
The majesty of this place beckons,
But, when one reaches forth,
The light fades
And all that can be seen,
Is what was always there.
The portal is closed.
For it was only meant to allow a glimpse,
A glimpse into the Fae,
A glance to renew faith that is all but lost.

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Old 08-29-2011, 09:07 PM

Missed a few again... here's a poem someone showed me and a new original one.


Quote:
How Did You Die?

Did you tackle the trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts
But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to Earth? Well, well, what's that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there---- that's disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts;
It's how did you fight--- and why?

And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could;
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?
Edmund Vance Cooke

the original poem is forthcoming.

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Old 09-04-2011, 12:17 PM

I'm sick and been busy and can't think right now, so here are a few poems to tide anyone who is listening over.

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How Doth The Little Crocodile
Lewis Carroll

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcome little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!

Incense and Moonlight
Kan Ju Yu
Ch'ing Dynasty


Like a great wheel
The brilliant moon
Gleams on the silken screen
The bluish smoke curls slowly up
From the golden incense bowl
And scents the sweet warm air.
The wind
Brings the far-flung notes of a song,
Played on a flute of jade.

This autumn night
Our hearts are one, Though our paths lie far apart.

Sadie and Maud

Gwendolyn Brooks

Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine toothed comb.

She didn't leave a tangle in
Her comb found every strand.
Sadie was one of the livingest chicks
In all the land.

Sadie bore two babies
Under her maiden name.
Maud and Ma and Papa
Nearly died of shame.

When Sadie said her last so-long
Her girls struck out from home.
(Sadie left as heritage
Her fine-toothed comb.)

Maud, who went to college,
Is a thin brown mouse.
She is living all alone
In this old house.

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Old 09-07-2011, 03:59 PM

here is a Shakespearean monologue from A Midsummer Night's Dream...

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My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial-day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene and enter'd in a brake
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's nole I fixed on his head:
Anon his Thisbe must be answered,
And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky,
So, at his sight, away his fellows fly;
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
He murder cries and help from Athens calls.
Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong,
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong;
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
When in that moment, so it came to pass,
Titania waked and straightway loved an ass.
I plan to memorize it for an audition... they want to hear a comedic monologue, a song, and see a dance.

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Old 09-13-2011, 06:12 PM

A burning sweetness
Poured over and in between
Seeping into crevices
Leaving sticky trails
Played with all along the surface
Leaving golden patterns
Bringing ecstasy with every taste.


Don't you love honey?

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Old 09-23-2011, 12:58 PM

I think that if no one starts commenting on here, then I'll just drop the whole thing... i was hoping for feedback on my poetry. so, either my poetry is no good, or no one is reading my thread. I was hoping for comments on my poetry so that i might be spurred on to write more, even if it sucked. because negative feedback is just pointers on what can be improved on. but getting neither good, nor bad means that my poetry is not memorable, and neither is it something to catch the eye.

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Old 10-25-2011, 07:51 PM

I love your poems, very good :D

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Old 11-04-2011, 02:11 AM

Thanks... I haven't been on for a while, but I think I'll try posting poems again.

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A thrumming beat
A playful melody
A dancing light
All to create
All to entertain
All to enrapture
A brilliant stroke
A devilish smear
A scribbling line
All to catch
All to enlighten
All to capture
A careful thought
A fighting word
A wandering eulogy
All to drive
All to concieve
All to assure

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Old 09-02-2013, 12:43 PM

I wrote this in middle school for a class project.

Willow

Nature is here
In my tree
It's as if I am part of the tree
I won't fall
I am eternal as this willow
I can be cut down
But i will rise up again
Stringer than before
I have one weakness as does the willow
Mine is fear of my father
Fear that grows like a wildfire
A wildfire that consumes me as it does my tree
Yet even when we are consumed
We rise up from the ashes
Stronger than before
No matter what we suffer, we rise from it
stronger and Stronger and STRONGER
I am forever there
Weither in body or in spirit
My spirit grows with every trial
I am Forever
I am the Willow

 


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