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Novelest_Ninjagirl



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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:23 pm    Post subject: A Poet's Haven (post poems here)  

Since I'm new here, I may be in the wrong forum, if so please direct me to the correct one, but I wish to make a thread where people can post poems Instead of stories, or SG's. It's also for people to discuss thier poems with others. Again I'll say it, i'm new aorund here, and if I'm in the wrong thread for this, please direct me to the correct area. THanks! Here's a poem I wrote for a dad when he was in Iraq

A wish for here
A wish for there
A wish for someone anywhere
A wish for one
A wish for two
A wish for three
A wish for me
Oh mighty stars
Hear my plea
Please do what I ask of thee
And bring my father home safely


Any one else have a poem they wrote?
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Guest






Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:26 pm    Post subject:  

Ah, my fav type of writing. Let me find my poems and I will post them!
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Novelest_Ninjagirl



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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:43 pm    Post subject:  

Yay! a fellow Poet! My family says that if you give me a topic I know about, I can write yua short poem within five minutes.

I have so many notebooks, that I can't keep track of them all.

This is the first sad poem I've written

Starvation
I look to the sky
I wish to cry
But I do not dare
For water and food
I can not spare
Lack of food
Lack off sleep
That is why
I cannot weep
I miss my mom and dad
They made sure I was well fed
A storm approuches
Oh no
More roaches
I see the trees
Cold and bare
There isn't even any leaves in my hair
No food comes from there
How will I fill this hunger
Tangles in my hair
My feet bare
I know one thing
Death is something starvation will bring
I am crying
That is bad
I need as much water as is there
For without water
There is no me
And without me
What will happen to my unborn baby
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Bookwizard



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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 8:33 pm    Post subject:  

Hi :D, i left for i while, am just stoping by though, as much as i wish i could come back, i cant. well i saw this and thought it was great, i love poems as much as i love writting, though i still have a problem with spelling, but no matter i suppose ;) i want to say sorry to everone in the ARENA contest, i had to do something, and thats what started the beginging of me having to stop, i really hope that i dident case much pandamonium :duel: . well here are some of my poems......






Feel the earth move around you,
Feel the great reaches of space fall silently upon you,
Feel the power of creation itself,
Embrace the life of earth and of all that you have felt,
Come now to the world of infinity,
Your time has come to leave all that is this great vicinity,
Now all is nonexistent,
And you are but another of creations many assistants



See that great light,
Feel the ultimate power,
Sense the greatness that is yet to come,
Follow these things so as you don’t become senseless,
Cling to life or prepare for nonexistence,
The choice is come to by many,
Made by few,
Now you must chose, and only you,
All shall die all shall live,
It shall never be,
There is but one thing to do,
And it may be simply as insignificant a bee,
All will fall together,
But there may never be peace,
Simply remember the choice by you must be








The world has gone mad,
Nothing will survive and nothing will fall within the right hands,
But wait,
There is light,
There is a way out of this terrible blight,
And that is pure love and might,
All good shall prevail,
All evil shall fail,
Everything will heal,
All once again will feel,
The world will rise once more



There is no way out,
Loved ones cry,
As I die,
There will never be a way out,
As I fall,
As I doubt,
I know there is no way out,
But something has changed,
As I reach the ground,
As I think and rejoice,
There comes an eternal and glorious sound,
That of singing and merriment,
I now know that happiness has been found,
And even here,
Dark underground,
Even here happiness can be found



Hoped you like them:) well by for now, i may come back in the future when i have more time on my hands.
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Crunchyfrog



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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 4:22 am    Post subject:  

Oooh, a poetry thread!

This is being moved to the Linear Forum.

Threads in the Open Forum are transient and tend to disappear if they've not been posted to after a time.

Happy poem writing, as Smee might say!

:)
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The White Blacksmith



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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 10:12 am    Post subject:  

I think we had a huge discussion as to whether we needed a poetry forum a while back. The general consensus was that we didn't, but it's always nice to see the threads.

I don't really write poetry that much, as while I'm great at putting words in patterns and pictures in normal speech, I can't seem to string it together on one topic. That said, my English teacher insists on analysing poems regularly, so I will be following this thread.

One thing that irks me though - Poems don't have to rhyme. If they do, try not to make them rhyme for the sake of it. When a poem wants to rhyme, and keeps coming out as a rhyming poem, then try to make it rhyme. However, simple rhymes always annoy me, no matter the context. If one line ends in 'few' and the next in 'you' then I will stop reading. Sorry.
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D-Lotus



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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 12:35 pm    Post subject:  

I wrote this last year for my english class. On hindsight, I could make it a better poem, but I think I'll keep it this way in order to commemorate my past self. This is the only serious poem I have ever written:

Metaphors

Metaphors are
non-precise
and evasive
but transcending.
A winged chameleon
trespasses the fog
propelled through the clouds
gushed from fecund mind bog
where cardboard flower grows
sweetened, nurtured with hoes
which linger in restless sand,
that gleam when held
by a sturdy pen-hand.


Also, here's a simpler one, but with a message, and it isn't so bad either; at least it sounds good when read out loud with rythm.

American Idol or Poetic Revival?

The TV is blaring
and I just can't stop staring,
must be the gorgeous girls
smiling with perfect pearls
featuring their golden curls

or maybe the brute brawl
has got me enthralled.
Is violence and sex
the true essence of all?

Poets vividly and searchingly disagree
and claim dignified superiority
over flashing chains and pimped rides
and the new i-pod, and trophy wives.

That's why we have poetry,
it's always commercial free!
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aviva claribel



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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 6:51 am    Post subject:  

smart thinking ninja! i was actually wondering if there was a poetry post around here.whats your poetry based on? mine is based on my love of nature. heres two of my poems ,tell me what u think.

What is life?
who meant it to be?
the hub-bub of people w
who meant it to be?

is life just a dream
a whisper in the air?
a cloud that will
eventually go away?






Through mountains of fire
and wilderness of ice
he traveled no tire
on a brown spotted horse
yes sire,no bus
then there rose a dragon
'twas something to brag on
eyes of gold
and a face so bold
scales of sapphire
scales of sapphire
a silvern attire
and yes they did tarry
no swords did he carry
yet the sun rose
him with no bruise
the dragon exhausted
oh he deserted
with shame on his face
delayed was his pace
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LadyBlue



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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 10:51 pm    Post subject: A Poem  

I wrote this almost a year ago to put in a story about werewolves.

The Chanting of the Wolves

Come brothers, let’s be free –
As fast as wind, we’ll run,
Over earth and grass and hills;
The Night is filled with fun.

Beneath the Full Moon’s belly
A-hunting we will go,
Through the darkened forest
And over ice and snow.

Let loose the growl and the hunting howl –
Awoooo!
We wolves are on the prowl!

The Shadow Dream will cover us
Yellow eyes will burn the Night
Say goodbye to all you know –
Yield to the animal might!

As wolves we will be feasting
As we hunt beneath the stars
The Moon can shine her brightest
But we’ll proudly show our scars!

Let loose the growl, the hunting howl –
Awoooo!
We wolves are on the prowl!
The Pack is on the prowl!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Any thoughts?
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Tikanni Corazon



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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 12:09 am    Post subject:  

Hey LadyBlue! Welcome to the city! :welcome:

I loved your poem!

Hope you decide to stick around, and write some more! ;)
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D-Lotus



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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 3:30 pm    Post subject:  

Ha-ha. I just re-read my poems from sophomore year, and I couldn't help but chuckle over my innocence. :D Truly, poetry is the most difficult art for a forger of words. Unfortunately, bad poetry abounds, which may account for the fact that most people, except for intelectuals, have ceased reading it.
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LadyBlue



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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 7:51 pm    Post subject:  

Indeed. But it never stops people from trying to write it, now, does it?
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D-Lotus



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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 6:17 pm    Post subject:  

Quote: Indeed. But it never stops people from trying to write it, now, does it?

It does stop me. :( Everytime I write poetry I realize how lousy it is and I decide to postpone writing any more until I am more literate.
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LadyBlue



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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 9:17 pm    Post subject:  

Quote: It does stop me. :( Everytime I write poetry I realize how lousy it is and I decide to postpone writing any more until I am more literate.

That's no good :(

Everyone's allowed to be lousy when they write. That's the whole point of doing anything at all - no one has ever written anything perfect the first time around.

And being too literate can complicate things.
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LadyBlue



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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 9:21 pm    Post subject:  

The Kingdom

It was a time long forgotten
And a place that no one knows
In ruins now, just tattered pieces
Where only lichen and moss grows.
Once there stood a city so proud
With gleaming walls and turrets high
Strong iron gates and knights abound
The solid towers touching sky.
So happy the dwellers of such a place
Living however they desire
Indulgent gluttons, jubilant drunks
Living fast and hot as fire.
Loud was the din, loud the destruction!
Always taking and never giving back
Felling forests, gouging the earth
Greed had turned such pure souls black.
She could feel them, their heavy feet
Pounding, hammering, smashing, shaking.
Her anger grew, rage and pain,
Fury set the earth to quaking
Fiery rivers broke the surface
Black smoke hid all from sight.
The denizens of that city ran
A flock of geese startled to flight.
When at last the earth stilled
And calm again filled the air
The people of the city returned,
Rebuilding with cautious care.
Yet, after a long time of quiet
They began to forget what they learned
And began again to live in sin
Their inner demons again returned.
It took longer this time, for her to wake
So deep she was in her rest
Yet awake she came, hatred within
And sent a storm to destroy their raucous fest.
The rain and hail came hard and fast,
Wind knocked over wall and tower
Those foolish drunkards, those tiny people
Would once again know her power!
Lightening crashed down from the sky
Setting all it touched aflame
Against those thoughtless, fleeing mortals
Who would dare to forget her name.
Gone, gone, gone were they, who dared forget her name.[/i]
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D-Lotus



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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 7:47 pm    Post subject:  

Nice! Boy, nature is sure vindictive, isn't "she"? I was going to suggest that this poem might have a good fit in an illustrated children's book, it kinda had that feel until I got to the parts about death and vengeance. Then it turned ugly. I'm not sure why you chose to personify nature as something hateful and irascible, but perhaps that's just what it seems like, especially with the news of the earthquake in Chile fresh on our minds.
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solus.serpen



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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:22 am    Post subject:  

Hello; lots of new faces around here! I must have been away for too long!
Ah well, just popping in.

Here's a poem I wrote not so long ago for a competition;

Regret

Dull ache for warmth in direst cold
Morphs to numbness in my hold.
Furthest plane where time is lost;
Feelings fade at such grave cost.
Would that wisdom came with sense,
That I had kept my innocnce
Or I could choose the right path hence
But something holds me back.

Just once pure loneliness I've known;
An arctic shroud it's true self shown
That pulls and tugs that way and this
And robs one of the will to live.
Yet should I trade my temperance
For one that favours ignorance,
Decrying love for the game pretence?
Still something holds me back.

:)
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D-Lotus



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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 7:09 pm    Post subject:  

I really like the rhythm and rhyme of this poem, solus, but I feel that--even though the central focus is clear (regret)-- it is not elaborated in such a way that it leaves a clear impression or image on the mind. There was a muddled relationship between the verse "Still something holds me back" and the verses that led to it. There wasn't a prominent link, and perhaps because of that some of the meaning was lost.

If we disregard my high ideals of perfection, however, the poem was quite good. :D
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HalfEmptyHero



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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 8:29 pm    Post subject:  

The Hell Where Youth and Laughter Go

All shall see them, and some may know,
But few will notice, where they go.
Their soulless faces, and forgotten eyes,
Forever stand, in one final guise.

And what have you, to say of this,
You who lie, and live in bliss?
Do you, with laughter, earn your wage,
or are you an actor, upon a stage?

I knew one once, both shy and bright,
who could handle himself, within a fight.
He wanted no more, than for you to see,
Why he fights, and why they flee.

But now he's gone, away to die,
from foreign lands, into the sky.
So while you laugh, and sing, and play,
remember this boy, remember this day.

He asked for naught, but for you to care,
And please, oh please, not to stare,
As his brothers pass by, in sullen gloom,
Onward they march, to imminent doom.
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Novelest_Ninjagirl



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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 3:28 pm    Post subject:  

Woah. So many poems. . . I thought the thread I'd started on a whim had been abandoned. . . err. . . welcome!

Here, a poem I recently wrote:
Inspiration from pain
Inspiration from loveMy poems come to me
From the muse that
Stands above
Above all the others
Above all the rest
Though she may not seem it
My muse is the best
More caseloads than mine
Handles does she
Still each poem
Is uniquely me

Aching pain
Pounding head
Fear the light
Love the bed
Waging war
Within my skull
Horrid fight
Hurts to breath
Hurts to hear
Hovering round
The hammer looms near
Soft spot
On the ground
Friends skillful fingers
Grace my temples
Rubbing moveing soothing
Cool against my face
Still the pain
It won't erase
Care and love and there for me
My friends stand by
In all my misery.


There origin of the second one is that I had migranes for a week but still went to school. My friends put up with me, despite being alternately a beep, and a childish little kid, and one even massaged my temples for me with her always-cold hands. God that felt good. . .
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LadyBlue



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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:56 pm    Post subject:  

Written a while ago, around the time when an old friend of mine passed away. I guess I dedicate this to her.


The Old Thief

The ship sail high, the ship sail low
Down in depths of night I go
I’ll forget all I ever know
Down to the deepest dark I go

All layers away are pealing
Floating away, lost in feeling
Gone now from a world sent reeling
Down in the deep dark I’m wheeling

Seven seconds or seven days
Or seven years I lost my ways
Oh where I was I could not say
Down in the deep dark I would stay

Then came the Old Thief, staff in hand
Beckoning with his boney brand
To the pure white shores we did land
Down in the deepest dark we stand
–And down do we forever stand
The deepest, darkest unknown land.
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LadyBlue



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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 6:17 pm    Post subject:  

I guess I'll post another one :/

This was written after someone said to me "Your path through life is your own, and no one can walk it for you. That means where ever you end up, the accountability is all yours."
After that, I started thinking a lot about paths and choices and decisions and about how people tend to forget their childish dreams in the face of reality. Circumstances can change dreams too, but you could either let the dream die, or choose to keep on fighting for it. This poem was spawned through those musings and underlines my resolve to keep fighting for my dreams and to never regret the path I chose.

Upon the Path

Our lives are not a single path,
There are many we can choose.
Yet blind yourself to all but one
What, then, shall we lose?

Where once there was a doctor,
A well-known artist there now stands.
Where once there was an astronaut,
Now’s a politician shaking hands.

A dreamer’s now a scholar,
An honest man is now a fiend.
A woman who would hide in books
Is now on the silver screen.

Once a path is chosen
You must see it to the end,
Or wait for things to turn around
So you can start again.

Whatever path we step on,
Let regret not cross our hearts.
For then, what is the point
For us to even start?

And if your path is crooked and dark,
You’ve none to blame but you.
You chose it, it belongs to you
And you must see it through.

So think upon the path ahead,
And the life before you laid,
And remember we’re the end result
Of the choices we have made.

~

Its really simple, but I find simple poems tend to make their meanings clearer. Anyway, I thought I'd post another poem here since no one else has in a long time. Well, I hope you enjoyed.
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D-Lotus



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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 9:48 pm    Post subject:  

Of course there's always the pathless path. ;)
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Angeal PureHeart



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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 12:37 pm    Post subject:  

You all have very wonderful poems. I only wish I had half of the writing talen that you guys have. I really appreciate haveing all of this awsome poetry to read! Thank alot guys!
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