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This is basically just a thread for posting poems that you wrote yourself. I''m a little bored right now and poetry is sometimes a really good pastime. I'll post mine later.
submitted by Dragonrider
(May 26, 2015 - 8:20 pm)
(May 26, 2015 - 8:20 pm)
@Brookeira- I write most of my poems with rhyming words, but they never seem too come out as good that way. If I think or any good rhyming ones, I'll post them.
(May 30, 2015 - 12:50 pm)
Over the Rainbow, I have submitted lots of poems to Stone Soup twice, but I haven't got in yet. Do you like Stone Soup? I love it!
By the way, I never write rhyming poetry. Just free-verse like Billy Collins and Mary Oliver.
(May 30, 2015 - 2:54 pm)
@Rosebud~
I've submitted poems and stories, but also never gotten in. I think it's so great that it is kids writing all of it, kids illustrating it all. I'm not subscribed to Stone Soup, but have a few old copies from 2002 and around than that I've read.
But I still loooooooooooooove Cricket!
(May 31, 2015 - 5:30 am)
Poetry either has to have some beat or rhyming to be poetry. Even free-verse poetry has a bit of a beat or some other mechanisms. Here is a free-verse poem I wrote.
How They see you
Pull on a tanktop.
Tighten your skinny jeans.
You need to look good,
for the popularity.
It really doesn't matter,
what you are on the inside,
because they only want,
What's on the outside.
My personality is great,
But the boys only need,
The pink blushed cheeks,
And red glossy lips.
WHY SHOULD I CARE,
About my step in high heels,
Flutter of hair,
or my polished pink pretty nails?
So be it. I won't bother.
I won't mind how I look like.
I will find some friends who care,
about the inside.
not the outside.
Another poem, that has rhyming.
Wish to Be a Bird
When I see those birds fly,
I always seem to cry,
because I need to soar,
over sea and more.
The beauty of those wings,
They’re majestic sky kings,
Oh, I want to be a bird,
But my wishes aren’t heard.
Please, give me a feather,
I need to fly in this weather,
The birds seem to want me,
I should be free!
I will pay any gem,
To be with them,
but why does it matter,
my dreams will always shatter.
(May 30, 2015 - 4:00 pm)
I don't think my poems have any rythem (unless I am writing in rythem unconsciously), but trust me, they are still poems and I am still a poet :) Everyone who has posted there poems on this thread are poets, no matter what style they write in :D
(June 1, 2015 - 10:30 am)
Over The Rainbow, that's great! I love Stone Soup! Please let me know if you get published. Keep trying! I will keep submitting until my 14 birthday. For submitting poems, RATTLE'S young poet's anthology and Stone Soup are now my top picks. I have already gotten published in Cricket and my name appeared in honorable mention, so I do not send in as much anymore. I agree though, CRICKET IS AWESOME!
(June 1, 2015 - 12:57 pm)
This isn't my best, but I just came up with it off the top of my head (mostly)
Skiing
I need to ski,
I need to be free,
When I am skiing,
I am freeing
Myself from everything,
I have ever cared or worried about,
Everything I have ever thought or asked about.
I am free to glide down a slope
I don't have to fear,
Only hope,
That I can ski,
All day long,
Completely free.
My family, Oh they might go inside for a break,
But I will only come in quickly,
And then go right back outside, because the mountain calls for me,
And I need to to ski.
If you hadn't guessed, I love skiing. This poem isn't completely true, but hey, it's poetry, who cares? Any other skiers out there?
Yes! Cross-country skiing.
Admin
(June 1, 2015 - 6:07 pm)
You think rhyming poetry isn't as good?
The
wind sighs in a crystal sky,
And
joins its call with a blackbird’s cry
The
stream trickles in silent song
Great
beauty that will never die
My
feet have left a tiny dent
On
leafy carpet, now slightly bent
The
geese call with frantic sound
Though
I’ll never know what they truly meant
The
autumn forest sings with life,
And
Pan plays a song on his mystic fife
The
fawn and doe in shadows prance
Each
thorn on each bush is a tiny knife
Fireflies
glow, gently, at dusk,
The
woods are filled with a sultry musk
As
little bats peep now awake,
From
an abandoned deer stand, covered in rust.
The
pond is full of hazel brine,
As
I jump over the forest gate twine
The
brooding owl sings me to sleep
In
a forest that will ever be mine
I wrote this when I was 11.
(June 2, 2015 - 9:44 am)
It isn't that I think rhyming poetry isn't good, I just think that all poems are poems, no matter if they are free-verse rhyming or whatever.
(June 2, 2015 - 11:16 am)
That was amazing Brookeira!!!!!! My poem about skiing was suppsed to rhyme, but it didn't completely work out......
(June 2, 2015 - 3:58 pm)
You're getting the past tenses and present tenses wrong. And song and die don't rhyme...
(June 7, 2015 - 8:52 pm)
Wow!!! Brookeira, that is AMAZING!!! You wrote that when you were 11?? You have some mad talent.
(June 8, 2015 - 9:14 am)
Jump
At some point in your life
you will find yourself
on a ledge
looking down
Look behind
not much to see
just the boring life
and an
opportunity
A chance to
jump
and to become
so much more
But will you
take it and leave
the boring,
the reliable,
behind,
Will you jump
JUMP you say
JUMP JUMP
JUMP JUMP
You leap off,
arm spreads,
embrace the change,
heart pumps,
blood flows firey
Hit the ground hard
Gravel stings,
but you stand up,
stand tall,
You've done it
Jumped
No turning back now
Time to run
because the ones who
make the change
are not popular
But stand still
for a moment
and feel the
glory
You've jumped
You took the
chance
and you will
become
so much more
(June 7, 2015 - 7:16 pm)
YOU ARE ALL TALENTED, WONDERFUL POETS!!! You all are welcome to join my thread titled "calling all poets!" I would love to work with your words.
(June 8, 2015 - 12:26 pm)
Just Another Poem About Skiing
The slick and shiny,
icy sheet,
is very cold,
but I'll give it heat,
I'll zoom down as fast as I can,
Stopping only for a moment,
To gaze at some icicles,
A worthy component,
Of this beautiful winter day,
that provides endless,
hours of play,
And I'll be sad when we have to stop,
Even though I'm so tired,
I could drop,
I loved this day,
just us and the snow,
And I know that I'll be back,
tomorrow
(June 8, 2015 - 9:06 pm)