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Poetry Thread!
My poetry! It probably all sucks! But oh well!
This is just poetry that has been written by me in tha past few years. I've posted it on several writing websites and such, but it's not like it ever comes to anything. It's just kind of there. So, I've decided to give it a new life! Please critique and/or post your own poetry, I DON'T CARE.
A Muddy Clarity
It's a way of saying to me
The mirror hides hideous
Shows what is not meant to be
But we are oblivious
Lies pull you under
On your back, you finally see
No things go asunder
You didn't know what you meant to me
It's a muddy kind of clarity
See all, but not exact
Fractured lines, spare me
I know I can't take you back
When the wind blows, I think of you
Or I break my will and cry
But I know we have to pull through
You must always try
~
Eh. Sad, right?
Questions
I stand at my window
Gaze out at the landscape
Holds a blazing inferno
That wants to escape
Mist dusts the faces
Of conquerors, long dead
Who claimed all these places
Power goes to your head
A scarlet sun scorches
Old documents, paper curling
Lost songs, held to torches
Sad memories unfurling
A whisper calls out to me
Through years, don't know how
'Why forsake your history
For tarnished glory now?'
~
Snap... These two are some of m saddest- why did I do them first?
My sister is yelling at me to get off the computer.
Chickuu says eumt.
~Ash out~
submitted by Ash, age 13, A galaxy far away
(November 18, 2011 - 4:02 pm)
(November 18, 2011 - 4:02 pm)
TOP!
(November 21, 2011 - 12:28 pm)
That first one is really good. I can really see the feeling behind it.
(November 21, 2011 - 7:30 pm)
Though I don't read much poetry, I like yours. Ihave limerik.
Blue and Red
There once was a girl namedTrue,
Who thought she really liked blue,
But one day she said ;
"I really like red."
To her little cousin named Sue.
~
This is one of my best poems,I don't write many.
(November 23, 2011 - 2:25 pm)
I wrote a limerick in response to Star Wars once...
There once was a Sith lord named Sidious
Who was so unalterably hideous
His apprentice named Vader
Said to Light, "See you later,"
And now he's more hideous than Sidious.
Charming, right? But I think it's funny.
Garthwumpian Flopp says bbpu. Road Runner rolled in something stinky?
Quintus- The pen may be mightier than the sword, but the sword is mightier than the paper shredder.
(November 24, 2011 - 12:15 pm)
heehee :D
Ok so this one doesn't make much sense to those who have never seen my piece of artwork entitled "Interconnected" but I'm putting it on here anyway. Interconnected is a bunch of shapes all mixed up (and all connected!) with charcoal outlines and pastel insides. You also might wonder "why the sudden dark change?" Well, it's kind of a three-part poem. The first two stanzas have a sort of hopeful, mysterious feel, while the last one is more... you'll see. And please critisize! I'd like to know how I can change it to make more sense.
Lines swirl
Shapes curl
Chains link
Buds unfurl.
Chapters end
While new ones start,
Adding renewed depth
To my heart.
As I make connections
I can finally see
Through a transparent film--
A possibility.
Colors blend
Hatreds end
Passion throbs
Wrongs amend.
An orderly jumble
Portrays my soul-
Abursting outline,
Pastel and charcoal.
I go through the motions,
Repitition tells me
That life is a mirror,
Reflecting similarity.
Raw holes glow,
My faults show,
I scream in pain:
"I know! I know!"
I try to love
And yet I fail,
Letting greed,a vice, prevail.
With my last thought
It dawns on me:
Accepting love and hatred both
Is a part of reality.
I know, terrible. Especially the end. I might just stop at "life is a mirror/reflecting similarity" and make the last stanza into a different poem.
(November 25, 2011 - 11:07 am)
Actually, that's amazing! I really want to see this picture now.
I love the last stanza. The poem sounds resolved, but then you add in that little bit and it's just that much more amazing.
Chickuu says ixgy.
~Ash out~
(November 26, 2011 - 3:03 pm)
Maybe if we get our scanner working...
But thanks!
=^..^=
(November 27, 2011 - 8:05 pm)
~SuzyQ
That is beautiful!!!
(January 5, 2013 - 4:57 pm)
you are the perfect, the only one
you are the savior, the eradiactor of fears
you are the chosen one
you are the imperfect hero
you are the dead, the living, the future
you are my love
you are the fighter, the rescuer of worlds
you are the rain, washing away my tears
you are the one who makes my tears flow
you are the one who left and left me behind
you are the chosen
you are the hero
you were everything to me
you are the dead
you were the living
you were
you
you
you
~~~~~
Loosely based on Ethan Wate from the Beautiful Creatures books. Writen on the spot.
(November 24, 2011 - 6:28 pm)
I like them both! The first one really gets accross the feeling of "muddy clarity" somehow. They're both a bit vague, but it's poetry, so who cares? :)
Here's a poem I posted on another poetry thread a while ago:
Warriors come forth,
Swords glittering in the sunlight,
Defending their castle,
Built brick by golden brick,
From a beast
Many times their size,
That blots out the sunlight
And swipes a paw,
Killing off
Ten.
Others surge forward,
Sacrificing their lives
To sting with the blades
Of their swords,
To protect the treasured gold,
Hidden in the castle,
Among the many rooms
And passages,
Though the beast is bigger
By a hundred fold.
The queen lies inside,
Hearing the battle
But unable to help,
As her duties lie
With those who make the gold,
Not the warriors
Who bravely defend it.
But the castle is falling,
The beast is winning,
The warriors dying,
The gold uncovered,
And the bear
Steals the honey
From the bees.
_______________________________________
Now here's one I just made up:
Silent darkness
Fills the sky,
Draping the lake
In shifting shadows.
Mist spirals off
The water,
Like a blanket
Thin as spider silk.
Branches hang low
From the trees;
Arms of old men
Searching for support.
There is no sound,
Just darkness,
No faint echoes,
Not even whispers.
A bird calls.
(November 24, 2011 - 11:22 pm)
The first one is rather... I don't know.
But the second one is really good! Me gusta mucho!
Chickuu says yecg.
~Ash out~
(November 26, 2011 - 3:01 pm)
Cinquain: An Apology
Oh dear
By accident
My vulgar words seem to have
Insulted you both at once
Sorry
(December 11, 2011 - 3:32 pm)
Here's some I wrote in 5th grade...
Midnight Moon
The midnight moon is behind the trees
all alone just him and me.
A deer appears
just across the river bend.
I have all night to spend
with the deer, my friend
who has a clear view of me,
a kind and free human being.
Snowflakes
Snowflakes
Pretty, cold
falling, gliding, twisting
Landing on my nose.
Snow.
Winter
Warming up with hot chocolate by the fire
Indoors decorating the Christmas Trees
Never-ending fun and games
Together with family and friends
Elated children sledding downhill
Reading in bed, lost in a story
(January 5, 2013 - 4:55 pm)
I don't really do rhyming poems...
Open My Heart
Make my dreams
Mostly it seems
Like I see
Ugly things
Of I do tell
Deep down from
The bottom of nowhere
Massive creatures
With hideous wings
Muzzles with fire
Spurting
From their nostrils
But I do see
White, fair
Unicorns
Lovely nymphs
Courageous horses
So open my heart
To see my dreams
Aching limbs of trees
Brandish their leaves high
And make their coat of arms,
Swaying their heads unto the sky
Little sparrows sing
To their hearts’ desire
So open my heart to see my dreams
Larks sweetly sing their own song;
Far and wide, ’tis heard
Horses neigh to their contentment
Daisies bloom;
Share their smell
So open my heart
To see my dreams
Courage
Sailing on the sea
Waves grasping the ship
With vicious claws
Teeth
It spills on board
Salty water
Stings
Mine eyes
Pulling to the ropes
I hear the voices
Calling to me
“Courage, courage”
I had courage and became
Stronger
Hope came
Clearer,
Clearer
Stormy music sweetly called,
“Courage, courage”
Thunder rumbled
Distantly
Into the storm
Lightning fiercely
Struck the sky
I hear the voices say,
“Courage, courage”
I became braver
The storm vanished
Whispering a few
Last words:
“Courage, courage”
(January 28, 2013 - 5:51 pm)
Here's a thing. Let it be said that this poem is not supposed to make any kind of sense. Do not try to pick it apart to find a 'deeper meaning' or whatever other tortures English teachers are devising these days.
Talk to me like it rained slow
Give me the frog that flew
The whale meowed, it's time to go
Bubbles float up on cue
Walk upon the golden leaf
Like I talk about the weather
Apples eat the coral reef
Generally, I'd want that feather
The snowball hops and crumbles
It's chemical bonding time!
The volcano erupts to mumble
Why it doesn't like the clime
Why can't I have the Civil War?
My paintbrush broke its pear
What is in that suspicious drawer?
Sherlock Holmes needs his stare
Don't kill Frodo, I need that hobbit
For my world-dominating plane
I hate stormtroopers, I just forgot it
Spock thinks Voldemort is insane
I asked you, Cyrus, what happened to your nose
But you had just returned from Rome
A war was waged with dirty toes
Is it time to eat all of Nome?
(January 31, 2013 - 5:15 pm)