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stasianime
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10-11-2007, 10:09 PM
I love poems. Duh that's why I'm here I'm not very good at making them myself, but I know many other people are. Post you work of art here...happy sad or random.
have fun. and if u criticize do it right don't just say you hate it... tell them what u don't like about it or even like..
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stasianime
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10-11-2007, 10:11 PM
Here i'll start.
I'm not very good and i suck at spelling so ya ;p
Just me the blood and the floor
I need not to worry
I need not to care
cause soon I will die
But apparently soon
is not soon enough
I feel lonely
I feel Depressed
I feel the hatred
half untold
My heart is burning
and I am hating
Every breathe
Every word
Every song the spills from thy lips
Inflicting pain on oneself
Lets you punish yourself?
Lets you Distract the pain in one self?
whatever it does...
It makes me feel better
It makes me feel at ease
When my troubles are rolling down in the form of a red liquid substance..
I feel sleepy..
I feel weak..
I'm forgetting everything
My troubles...
My worries...
My hatred..
My pain has gone numb
I fall to the ground
I fall very hard
The liquid red substance surrounds me
While I'm in a blur
I close my eyes
If I i could never wake up....
The pain
I start inflicting myself again
again
Again and Again
The salty wet tears aren't rolling no more
I'm still there.
Lying there on the floor
My heart is not beating
nor fast
and nor slow
the Breath that I loath so much is not coming in or out
The songs I won't sing
The words I won't say
Just me the blood and the floor
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Jazmine
Dead Account Holder
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10-12-2007, 01:05 AM
Its a good poem,
with good words.
But
why so much depression?
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stasianime
Dead Account Holder
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10-12-2007, 07:31 PM
What can I say i get depressed some times and need to take some of it out.. x]
thanks :)
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wizard5424
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10-13-2007, 01:21 AM
i use ot write for my schools whatmacall it, newspapaer, heres the first one they ever printed, its liek one of the most importnat htings that happened in my life
It's snowing, it's returning to a town
Where, as I discover as I go through
Empty streets I come upon by chance,
I might have happily lived some other childhood.
Beneath the snowflakes I notice façades
More beautiful than anything in this world.
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
That desire has ever built, have approached
This perfection, this absence.
And so I gaze avidly
At these masses the snow hides from me.
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
To a higher level of appearance.
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
With a hand freed from weight,
The mortal architect had brought to life,
In a single floral stroke,
The form sought for centuries by
The pain of being born into matter.
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
Life, or only joy, that stands out
Against this sky no longer of our world.
Oh you builders,
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
What is there in the depths of these walls
That open before me? What I see
Along the walls are only empty niches,
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
From which, thanks to symmetry,
The weight of being born into exile is lifted.
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
I draw near to one of them, the lowest,
I bring down a bit of its light
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
The bees are buzzing,
What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
The line between the outside and this room
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
A kind of snow, which hesitates
Between the high and the low, in this night.
It is as though I were at a second threshold.
And beyond, the same sound of bees
In the sound of the snow. What the countless
Summer bees were saying
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
And I would like
To run, as in the time of the bee, seeking
With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along
The paths of childhood.
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,
The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstones
And piled up at the base of the columns
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
That this mud draws on the stone.
My only thought is for what has
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
The purest form is always the one
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
Trampled snow is the only rose.
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Sweet Faux Pas
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10-13-2007, 02:16 AM
Both of the poems are very good.
:]
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P o c k y S l a v e
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10-13-2007, 10:26 AM
I'll post a few of mine. ^^
They're all untitled.
If only you knew,
She said to the trees.
1
If only you knew,
She said to the grass.
If only you knew,
She said to her house.
If only you knew,
They said back to She.
But she knew.
Oh yes she knew...
How it felt to be chained,
In a forever moving world.
Heres another one.
--She was a glittering soul,
He beleived she was gold.--
Her dazzling smile took his breath away,
but instead of giving it back...
...She kept it that day.
He begged and begged for her to give back his share,
but she just giggled and swept back that impossibly shiny hair.
As his vision faded all he could see,
was a shine, that dammed shine, that was only she.
--She was a glittering soul,
He beleived she was gold.--
If only his mother had told that poor sod,
"All that Glitters Is Not Gold."
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Siruku
Nimbus Dove
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10-13-2007, 11:16 AM
I feel like posting mine, It's a bit shaky mind you. :P
The Last Day(It's called that since it was the last day off school when wrote)
Don't you ever think I'm not there or that I never cared, it's just your tears that drove me away, they hurt so bad I stop and think for a few days. But I was still fighting by your side weather you where looking straight into my eyes or if I was waiting in the shadows never saying goodbye. Time goes fast so please don't blink I'll still be there when your about to sink, don't worry I promise we will fly someday. Going somewhere so far away living in a castle on top of the clouds we will be dreaming so loud the world will hear our cries, Even when were gone and died I swear I still will never lie. We take the breath from each other and allow it back keeping each other alive, even when our souls have left to the skies, theres no way heavens better than being held by you keeping me toghether through and through. While the world falls apart and hits the ground I still would never trade your smile for a crown, the day melts away just like my heart when you look at me with eyes so amazing that they couldn't see the happiness you give to me.
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hockeygrl05
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10-13-2007, 04:49 PM
this is a favorite of mine i had to write for english wen we had to have repition.. and since i have a love for hockey.. i mad this poem.... its more of a chant though.. but hey, she liked it =]:
Hockey
Pass the ball
Aim for the net
Shoot for the goal
There’s no regret
We can win
You wanna bet?
Go! Go!
There’s no regret
Whack! Goes the ball
Our goal is met
We scored those goals
There’s no regret
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Justanewuselessalt
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01-13-2008, 06:24 AM
Your gone
I can run into my room
I can cry all of my tears
But I cant bring you back
Cant do anything
But stand here thinking..
What did I do?
I lost my love
for god knows when
I want to hear you say
that you love me
I want you to hold me
I want to see you blush..
at every little thing I say
I want to have those
little 'I love you more' arguments
Cant God see I miss you?
Cant God bring you back?
I feel like nothing without you
you compleat me...
You make me feel importent..
I make a fool outta myself
every time I talk to you
but you still love me...
can you hear my heart breaking?
bursting into peices?
your gone...
and I cant do a thing
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Ankko
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01-13-2008, 01:58 PM
Heres a bad poem that i made randomly:
Tha cat ate the mouse
in the sqaure little house
The bat ate the rat
On the little cats mat
The the bat and the cat sat
The bat flew away
The cact ran into the hay
For that was for play
Oh what a wonderful day!
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Bloody Rag Doll
Dead Account Holder
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01-13-2008, 04:12 PM
An old poem.
Autumn
The Autumn winds blow on the dried up trees.
The leaves turn brown as mud ---
fall to the ground ---
spinning their way down.
Seeds open up to the dead wind ---
brush against the sky.
Clouds form into gray muck.
Bugs make notes in the night grass.
Timid mice run out to find food.
Wolves hunt the wicked forest of night ---
their howling deafens mice scurrying into small holes.
The night breeze calms down and goes away.
Branches fall to wet land, splashing ---
mist touches small feet ---
branches creak under their hooves.
The air smells of wild flowers in the night breeze ---
the owl’s hoot echoes through the woods ---
dies away and there is no other sound.
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VampiressOfSeduction
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01-13-2008, 05:50 PM
I have a poem...
I wrote it when i was very upset with my mother...
I seem to only get good poems when i am... so here it is...
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Time
I have this hate inside
And it is eating at my heart
This hate that is inside of me
Is ripping me apart
I know you want to be close to me
As should a mothers' heart
But could you understand with me
We can't have every part
Some times i love you so much
With all that is my heart
But when you push too close to me
It's just too much, we part
The closer you try to push yourself
Tighter in my space
I feel i have to push you back
To keep my own "Self Space"
When you cried, it made me hate
Myself so much it hurt
Then when you yelled and screamed at me
All my self-hate grew worse
You need to understand with me
That love's a complex art
But yours and mine are far too strong
To be held in just one cart
When you tried to make it right
It worsened, sad but true
You needed to let me find myself
So I wasn't so mad at you
you must understand, this day and age
Teens must feel self sufficient
And mothers must relax their grips
To make this plan proficient
I know you love me with all your heart
You told me when you'd cry
But if you don't step back a bit
My part of the live shall die
This fragile glass relationship
Is hanging above sharp rocks
You must learn to hold back a bit
Before the damn thing drops
Hanging by a tattered thread
That was torn up my self hate
I need some time away from you
To get some emotion off my plate
I'm sorry if i hurt you
And even that you'd cried
I wasn't trying to hurt you dear
But me, I was hurting inside
NO, you cannot help me with this one
It is mine and mine alone
I need some time to help myself
And crush my large hate stone
Eventually I'll get over this
Don't worry I'll be fine
And in a while, you wait and see
All i need is time
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Yeah i know it is long... >.<
but this is how i vent :evil:
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VampiressOfSeduction
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01-13-2008, 05:54 PM
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Originally Posted by Ankko
Heres a bad poem that i made randomly:
Tha cat ate the mouse
in the sqaure little house
The bat ate the rat
On the little cats mat
The the bat and the cat sat
The bat flew away
The cact ran into the hay
For that was for play
Oh what a wonderful day!
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Hehe... this one is quite fun, but you should check for spelling errors before you post... just a helpful hint ^_^
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The Wandering Poet
Captain Oblivious
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01-25-2008, 09:16 AM
@ vamp - yeah it was fun xD had to read it twice.
@ stasianime - not good? How on earth do you get your poems so long O.o
I struggle to make a 10 line poem. >.<
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Here's one I wrote a couple months ago:
*scrounges around for a non-depressing poem*
Cookies and Milk
Cups greet the counter
as they sit down loudly,
The milk carton drools
on each cup equally,
The cookie army marches
to a doom that is guaranteed,
Click clack, they march on,
Click clack they are near,
Click clack crunch!
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Bear.Lover
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01-26-2008, 05:11 AM
As Children Together
Under the sloped snow
pinned all winter with Christmas
lights, we waited for your father
to whittle his soap cakes
away, finish the whisky,
your mother carry her coffee
from room to room closing lights
cubed in the snow at our feet.
Holding each other’s
coat sleeves we slid down
the roads in our tight
black dresses, past
crystal swamps and the death
face of each dark house,
over the golden ice
of tobacco spit, the blue
quiet of ponds, with town
glowing behind the blind
white hills and a scant
snow ticking in the stars.
You hummed blanche comme
la neige and spoke of Montreal
where a québecoise could sing,
take any man’s face
to her unfastened blouse
and wake to wine
on the bedside table.
I always believed this,
Victoria, that there might
be a way to get out.
You were ashamed of that house,
its round tins of surplus flour,
chipped beef and white beans,
relief checks and winter trips
that always ended in deer
tied stiff to the car rack,
the accordion breath of your uncles
down from the north, and what
you called the stupidity
of the Michigan French.
Your mirror grew ringed
with photos of servicemen
who had taken your breasts
in their hands, the buttons
of your blouses in their teeth,
who had given you the silk
tassels of their graduation,
jackets embroidered with dragons
from the Far East. You kept
the corks that had fired
from bottles over their beds
their letters with each city
blackened, envelopes of hair
from their shaved heads.
I am going to have it, you said.
Flowers wrapped in paper from carts
in Montreal, a plane lifting out
of Detroit, a satin bed, a table
cluttered with bottles of scent.
So standing in a platter of ice
outside a Catholic dance hall
you took their collars
in your fine chilled hands
and lied your age to adulthood.
I did not then have breasts of my own,
nor any letters from bootcamp
and when one of the men who had
gathered around you took my mouth
to his own there was nothing
other than the dance hall music
rising to the arms of iced trees.
I don’t know where you are now, Victoria.
They say you have children, a trailer
in the snow near our town,
and the husband you found as a girl
returned from the Far East broken
cursing holy blood at the table
where nightly a pile of white shavings
is paid from the edge of his knife.
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` Panda.Lover
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Banned
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01-31-2008, 02:14 PM
I Know I Must Have Hurt You, Caused You Pain
I know I must have hurt you, caused you pain.
More, I know that I have lost your trust.
I wish I had that moment back again
To pulverize my carelessness and lust.
Sometimes we have to lose what we most cherish
To understand how much we are in need.
We play with life until we nearly perish
To dare the darkness, though within we bleed.
I need you as the sun must have a rose
To turn its empty radiance to glory,
Or as a nation needs someone who knows
The secrets of its long-forgotten story.
I know my need of you more than before;
Thus for my trespass you may trust me more.
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