Ersatz- wrote:
poem thing:
optimists
you may find
if you keep your eyes on the sun, you're bound to go blind
I like this :}
And the other thing you wrote about sending flowers
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Ersatz- wrote:
poem thing:
optimists
you may find
if you keep your eyes on the sun, you're bound to go blind
at least it rhymes
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NoxSpooth wrote:
7734f wrote:
Could you guys please make your own topic for poetry? Thanks
Oh, I thought this was the Official Thread for user-made poetry...
Now that I think about it, that title was a little ague.
You can post your poetry here guys it's okay.
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He can see the theoretical winding waves of her hair
He can seamlessly hear her possibly accented laughter
And he can feel the truly solid keys beneath his fingers.
Seeing is not believing.
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EmperorEvil wrote:
He can see the theoretical winding waves of her hair
He can seamlessly hear her possibly accented laughter
And he can feel the truly solid keys beneath his fingers.
Seeing is not believing.
Are you Langston Hughes? Amazing poem.
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7734f wrote:
EmperorEvil wrote:
He can see the theoretical winding waves of her hair
He can seamlessly hear her possibly accented laughter
And he can feel the truly solid keys beneath his fingers.
Seeing is not believing.Are you Langston Hughes? Amazing poem.
Thanks dude. No, I'm not even very good but I'm around many internet relationships.
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I'll bump this because poetry
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I wrote this in 2011 or sometime before that, I forget
today i had to go to the eye doctor’s
they poked and dripped and did things with giant metal goggles
but all that was worth it
because it was a sunny day
and i got
THE COOLEST SHADES
EVER.
yeah autographs to the left
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luiysia wrote:
I wrote this in 2011 or sometime before that, I forget
today i had to go to the eye doctor’s
they poked and dripped and did things with giant metal goggles
but all that was worth it
because it was a sunny day
and i got
THE COOLEST SHADES
EVER.yeah autographs to the left
is it an autobiography
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luiysia wrote:
I wrote this in 2011 or sometime before that, I forget
today i had to go to the eye doctor’s
they poked and dripped and did things with giant metal goggles
but all that was worth it
because it was a sunny day
and i got
THE COOLEST SHADES
EVER.yeah autographs to the left
cool shades buhduhduh buh duh cool shades THE COOLEST SHADES
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7734f wrote:
Consumed the finest of foods
I tasted nothing
Stepped on a push-pin
I felt nothing
No matter what I do
My ailment is like the flu
Nothing is the same
Without her
see, your problem is that you're too direct. You need to use figurative language.
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Someone asked me to post this
[[ed poetry]] polka dot dresses she wore dresses (with polka dots) and she never bothered to ask for my name because those things don't matter (to her) i walked with her in the park for a while (but she didn't say anything nice) and i didn't know how to feel sorry (for her) i left her (by the duck pond) because i felt equally alone and it wasn't helping to be alone (with her) i hear she does a lot of drugs now and that she hangs around the liquor store ( and that she still wears dresses with polka dots ) but who could blame her i don't know why god makes beautiful things just to have them destroy themselves ed xxx eddie eddie eddie i decided that maybe if i cried enough drank enough cut off enough of my hair let my cuts heal [maybe change my name to “francine”] she might come back to me i can hear her calling my name sometimes eddie eddie eddie and if i listen long enough i can hear the songs she wrote screaming with all of the air there is in her lungs gasping and shrieking with noises hardly musical to anyone but me because she doesn't have as much breath as she has feeling i wonder who there is to listen to her songs now eddie eddie eddie i've tried to replace you with work and school and books [and bottles] but nothing seems to matter as much as you did and i can't figure out why ed xxx 5 a.m. you're going to wake up one day and not remember who i am that terrifies me ed
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bananaman114 wrote:
luiysia wrote:
I wrote this in 2011 or sometime before that, I forget
today i had to go to the eye doctor’s
they poked and dripped and did things with giant metal goggles
but all that was worth it
because it was a sunny day
and i got
THE COOLEST SHADES
EVER.yeah autographs to the left
is it an autobiography
more of a memoir but yes
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Sellout wrote:
Sellout wrote:
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Oops this wasn't the right thread
I loved it
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My sonnet for English 7:
He had a will to fight for their rights,
Like a tree struggling to emerge from
The rocky and barren ground that picks fights,
He fought with the volume of a loud drum,
His words were oh so powerful and strong,
His revolution had not long since begun,
For he lived where he did live and belong,
And started the act from the act of one,
He made his movement rise upwards; shine bright,
And the action flew like a hawk's soar,
So other people could see the sunlight,
So that America had peace evermore,
The angels above would come out and sing,
"Here is our savior, Martin Luther King".
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NoxSpooth wrote:
I tried to write something...
Gone Forever by NoxSpooth
I cried
But nothing happened
I screamed
But no one listened
My happiness has died
But nobody cared
What I've dreamed
Has already disappeared.
There's nothing I can say
I don't know what I've done
It's getting worse everyday
So I'll just be gone...What do you guys think?
nice
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7734f wrote:
My sonnet for English 7:
He had a will to fight for their rights,
Like a tree struggling to emerge from
The rocky and barren ground that picks fights,
He fought with the volume of a loud drum,
His words were oh so powerful and strong,
His revolution had not long since begun,
For he lived where he did live and belong,
And started the act from the act of one,
He made his movement rise upwards; shine bright,
And the action flew like a hawk's soar,
So other people could see the sunlight,
So that America had peace evermore,
The angels above would come out and sing,
"Here is our savior, Martin Luther King".
I like this one
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Terrible Poetry Attempt by OrcaCat
Up on the hill
Lived a farmer named Bill
He like to eat melons
But committed too many felons
In attempt to steal these fruits.
So he went to jail
And was an epic fail
He didn't have joy or laughter
And live happily ever after.
The end.
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