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This is a place where you post YOUR poems, written by YOU. The poems can be in any form, and they can be on any subject you want. They can funny or serious (preferably funny).
Good (AUUUUGGGG!!) night!
My brother Jack,
Broke his back,
Jumping off the bed.
My sister Nell,
Tripped and fell,
When my little brother said:
How does mom have babies?
does she eat them first,
Like Nathan said?
Every night things
like this happen,
When we're trying to go to bed.
Spam guy says "tipi" That be Kemo Sabe first word from Spam!
submitted by ALD, age 11, the earth
(December 1, 2010 - 10:12 pm)
(December 1, 2010 - 10:12 pm)
Untitled
Porcelain morality
Threatens to shatter
In my mind.
Shut your eyes
Take one more bullet
You'll get through it this time.
Swallow your pride like a pill
Drink it down with bitter uncertainty
Swallow.
Porcelain morality
Shatters in my skull.
Also Untitled :P
If you knew
What she''s been through
You wouldn''t judge so hard
If you''d felt
The words she''s dealt
You''ll see she puts a guard
So please excuse
Her eyes stained black
Because this girl''s been
Through Hell and back
If she knew
That she''d get through
She didn''t let it show
If she felt
The blows he dealt
You would never know
So please exucse
Her soul scarred black
Because this girl''s been
Through Hell and back.
I'd love critique you guys :D
(December 5, 2010 - 8:02 pm)
Wow. Just... wow.
(December 7, 2010 - 11:24 am)
Wow what? Good wow or bad wow?? *gets all worrisome and broody over people who say sarcastic 'wows' at her poetry*
(December 9, 2010 - 7:42 pm)
I apologize for the ambiguity of my wow. Just to clear things up: that wow was not sarcastic or bad in any way. That wow was a wow of sincere amazment at the goodness your poetry. I've read a good bit of your poetry on here, as a matter of fact - it's always incredible. :)
(December 9, 2010 - 11:08 pm)
Toptoptoppitytoptop....
(December 6, 2010 - 8:03 pm)
I am also "wowing" at the moment. That was fantastic, Koffee.
I wrote this one in Composition class, but it is rather bad, and I don't remember it all so I improvised in places.
Taking a Leap (And a Chance)
Pairs of pale feet go pitter-patter/ across the slippery dock/ she laucnhes herself into the boiling summer air/ and waits to fall/ she has sent ripples in all directions/ she descends into the deep dark depths/ and bubbles burst from captive breath/ she searches for the light above/ the life/ to guide her through the murk/ she greets the sunshine with a smile/ and the others/ no longer unsure, jump in after her/ she has sent ripples in all directions.
(December 10, 2010 - 4:23 pm)
Aw, thanks guys <3 And I lovelovelove your poem Katie!! It makes me want to revise all of mine until my fingers bleed because they will never be as good as yours *tear* But that's okay! Because I will just continue reading your poems and being jealous!! So haha!!!! :D
(December 11, 2010 - 12:27 am)
That was beautiful, Katie. It touched my heart and left my hands grasping for more of your poetry!
Love,
Sidney :)
(December 18, 2010 - 7:39 pm)
To ALD
Are you new?
\Analesia/
(December 13, 2010 - 6:43 pm)
Not really. I strated posting a couple months back, but I stopped because I was busy, so it's only recently that I started posting again.
Spam guy says "grwy" grr and why? I'm sorry you don't want me here, but I'm here so too bad.
(December 14, 2010 - 1:14 am)
Meh, here's some more :P
Refusal
I refuse
To throw away
My dreams
To watch
My life
Go up
In a cloud
Of cigarette
Smoke.
I refuse
To lose
My friends
My family
My self.
I will not
Shoot up
For a few
Brief moments
Of euphoria.
I will not
Drown
My sorrows
In alcohol.
I refuse
To lose
That girl
Who wanted
Success.
Won''t leave behind
The dancer
The artist
Or the writer.
I''m not going
To care
If I''m not
The coolest
Just because
I don''t
Like pot
Do crank
Or snort coke
Laugh at me
I won''t care
I don''t mind
If you push me
Because
I am stronger
I don't need
Drugs.
I am the
Dancer
The Artist
The Writer
Who is strong enough
To say
No.
This Is Not A Love Song
I'm strumming out these chords
Smashing out these notes
Trying to find the words
To let you know how much I hurt
Your broken little promise
Ain't got nothing on my heart
Because it was broken long ago
When you left me in the dark
If you don't believe these tears are real
Then shed a few yourself
The day you stole my heart
Didn't mean an increase in your wealth
I hope you think you're happy now
Because you made me fall
Both in and out of love with you
Now I won't return your calls
Your broken little promise
Ain't got nothing on my heart
^*cringe* I know that last one isn't very good. The first one, too, for that matter. But I"d love critique...*sheepishness*
(December 16, 2010 - 11:03 pm)
<3
I actually think you posted the first one on another thread a while back. It's good, though; they both are.
(December 17, 2010 - 11:29 am)
Determined
A dog digs at frozen ground,
Trying to get at a bone,
Buried long ago,
The other dog circles around the walker,
Of the owner,
Who takes out mail,
If the letter is about the dog,
Then I know what it says,
One word,
"Determined."
Inspired by a scene viewed outside the window of my bus.
@ANALESIA@
(December 17, 2010 - 5:19 pm)
Tears fall,
breaths held,
the end is near.
Then comes laugher,
and more tears.
tears for hours.
Appolo 13
(I just watched that movie. *SNIFF*)
(December 18, 2010 - 2:29 am)
Can't see Sidney's post right now. Um, this poem doesn't have a title. And sorry if it's bad, it was made up on the spot.
Summer days
Here are grey
And brown.
They're just like every other day.
Dry as sand
Parched as a desert.
Rainy days
Aren't Mondays,
They're once in a blue moon.
*crings* Yeah, that wasn't that good...
(December 25, 2010 - 12:52 pm)