Poetry Submissions

[Pastbyer]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SuperSayian4444 [/i]
[B]You thought mine was good? Or was that a general statement? I feel mine is pale in comparison to all of these. Peace! [/B][/QUOTE]
Ha, same. And it wasn't a general statement, everyone's poems are good, especially DeathKnight's.
When I write poems I keep on thinking that something is wrong with it. I have a difficulty sometimes at trying to express myself. *searches for a good word to describe it* ...... Oh I give up..... I just can't seem to express my feelings very well sometimes.....

[Guest steve]

:cool: THE DARK HORSE the dark horse approuches more and more,closer and closer than ever before. it`s been on it`s way for sometime and we all know what`s in store. but deluision , fear , hate , ignorance, the souless, and the careless have made a blindness. a blackhole sucking most in a manmade abyss. and while we watse our gift of time. the dark horse beats a path across the ground. the huffs crash violently down but without a sound. but the few that see know were it`s bound. a flash and crack of lighting reveils the fearsome and the frighting and with the horror, you feel your heart tighting. surrowed in cloud and mist the dark horse is almost here. now the blind are unmoving and locked with fear. and within the darkness the screaming in their head and the thumping of their heart was all they could hear. THIS WORLD Forever lost in it`s self. With every and the all in the look. To find logic in the unlogical book. Constint thoughts tied to the spiral inside. Down in with the places that some run and hide. But few come to use truth to see more than one side. So understanding is realized with oneness of mind. Now noticing the interloped circles of ignorance and pride. Feel the feelings of infinite is what the find. Taking this with heart took and takes only time. Ending , begining , living , dieing , the way of life is the only kind. :cool: theres just a little of my stuff i`ll put more later and i like the stuff i see here i give props to u guys...:cool:

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[SIZE=1]Well, that's the stuff I like steve, yours is good![/SIZE]

[Sara]

[SIZE=1]Ya'll were getting me down with all yer talk about hell and death and shadows....[/size]

[i][b]Help![/b]

[/i][COLOR=darkred]Help![/COLOR] I dropped my book and words are s p i l l i n g off the page!
They're [B][COLOR=royalblue]puddling[/COLOR][/B] in corners on the floor.
They're [U][COLOR=sienna]sliding[/u]
------------[u]down[/u]
-----------------[u]the [/u]
---------------------[u]staircase[/COLOR][/U]
[COLOR=green]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] And [COLOR=green]o o z i n g[/COLOR] off the chair,
And one of them just [SIZE=3][FONT=century gothic]bounced[/FONT][/SIZE] right out the door!

[COLOR=darkred]Help[/COLOR] i dropped my book and my punctuation [COLOR=silver]disappeared[/COLOR] it [COLOR=green]hopped[/COLOR] and [I][COLOR=indigo]slid[/COLOR] [/I] and [B][I][COLOR=blue]ran[/COLOR][/I] [/B] and [COLOR=tomato]walked[/COLOR] away and all my sentences are [i][b]running[/i][/b] into one another and i have got a comma to my [B]name[/B]

[FONT=century gothic][COLOR=darkred]Help[/COLOR] Idroppedmybookandallmyspacesjust[COLOR=orangered] [I]felloff[/I] [/COLOR]its[B][COLOR=seagreen]really[/COLOR][/B]hardtowritewithouta [B][I][COLOR=purple]space[/COLOR][/I][/B]...nd...i'm...slwly...lsing...vowls...nd...my...ppers...[i][b]sch[/i][/b]...a...mss...it...lks...
lke...it...has...cme...frm...[COLOR=limegreen]outr...spce!!![/COLOR] [/FONT]

[I][COLOR=darkred]Help![/COLOR] I dropped my book and [B][COLOR=crimson]all[/COLOR] [/B] [/I] the stuff I wrote last [COLOR=indigo][i]night[/i][/COLOR]
Is starting to just fall
[color=silver]..............................[/color]right
[color=silver]....................................[/color]off the page
And I'm [I][b]really, truly[/b][/I] sorry, but that is why, you see,
That I [COLOR=darkred]can't[/COLOR] turn in my homework for [COLOR=skyblue][b]today.[/b] :D [/COLOR]

[SIZE=1]And [i]that[/i], my friends, took me about a fifteen minutes to write and an hour to get all the flippin' codes to work properly. It looks much better in Appleworks, but that can't be helped.

Name: Sara Jean
Email: [email]Cera-42@excite.com[/email]
Analyzation: I was just having fun. Poetry can be light-hearted, too, you guys!![/SIZE]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson][b][size=1]I think that was the most interesting poetry i have ever read... or the silliest... [/color][/b][/size]:p

[Sara]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DeathKnight [/i]
[B][color=crimson][b][size=1]I think that was the most interesting poetry i have ever read... or the silliest... [/color][/b][/size]:p [/B][/QUOTE][SIZE=1]Concrete poetry...gotta love it.

Heh...it was [i]meant[/i] to be silly. And if that's the silliest you've ever read, i feel sorry for you. ;) I've written much more sillier than that, and much more serious as well. The silly stuff is more fun to read.:D [/SIZE]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson][b][size=1]Also the more silly its more fun to write... not only read...[/color][/b][/size]

[Sara]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DeathKnight [/i]
[B][color=crimson][b][size=1]Also the more silly its more fun to write... not only read...[/color][/b][/size] [/B][/QUOTE][SIZE=1]Heh...that it is...that it is...[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=1]So, Ken... why do you like silly poems when you right the stuff up^^?

PS. Nice poem Sara!(I like the stair case bit... NYAA!!!)[/SIZE]

[mornigndew]

[color=blue] This is one of my favorite [/color]


[color=green]A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning [/color]
by: John Donne


[color=red]As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls, to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"The breath goes now," and some say, "No:"

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears;
Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refin'd,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begun. [/color]

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[SIZE=1]That's very good mornigndew, nice.

delete messages in your PM box please, it is full up and I need to send you something.[/SIZE]

[conpiracymonki]

[b]NOOOOOOOOOOO! A third of this post won't be bold! Dammit...[/b]

[color=red]Name: 'Abdul Jalal
Age: 13
Email: [email]afnanno1@aol.com[/email][/color]

[b][u]Imagine[/u]

Imagine having to move to another country
Because of a war
That other people started.
It?s not your fault.
In fact, it has nothing
To do with you.
You leave your friends and relations behind.
You arrive and you don?t know anyone,
And nobody knows you.
You?re alone and scared.
You have to make new friends,
And get used to the place.
You have to learn a totally new language.
You go to school
And everyone stares at you like
You?re different.
You feel that you are.
But inside you?re the same
As everyone else.
I?m glad I wasn?t
Put in that situation.
Aren?t you?
[color=red]END[/color][/b]

[u]Summary[/u]
It's about Refugees from Kosova. I had to do it for Refugee Week. And I won! Coo... BTW, this one was serious,...not supposed to be funny. I meant it 100%

[b][u]Bullying[/u]

I get bullied everyday,
It hurts inside, and I feel upset.
When I go home, I?m still angry,
So I shout at my little sister.
What?s wrong with that?
That?s not bullying? is it?
[color=red]END[/color][/b]

[u]Summary[/u]
Another serious one. I had to do a few serious poems for the school magazine, and one thing I had to do a poem on, was bullying.

[b][u]The Teacher [/u]

People used to think that I wasn?t good at anything.
They were right, I wasn?t.
They used to say all sorts of things ?bout me.
I kept it all locked up inside me.
So now, when someone has a lot of trouble with something,
I help them.
Because I know what it feels like.
People don?t call me dumb anymore,
They call me Sir.
[color=red]END[/color][/b]

[u]Summary[/u]
Serious. About teachers. It basically says that teaches are more of a human than they're cracked up to be.

[b][u]A Question of Maths[/u]

If I have one apple...
And you have two apples,..
and Robert gives me one more apple,..
Let's eat already!
[color=red]END[/color][/b]

[u]Summary[/u]
Just something I thought up a few weeks ago in a Maths lesson,..coincidentally...

[b][u]True Power[/u]

She has the Ultimate Power,
The Power to Stir Armies,
The Power to Vanquish the Strongest
The Power to Wake the Dead.
None Dare Challenge Her Awesome Might.
All Fear Her Scream.
True Power Lies in the Cradle.
Yes, She is the Baby.
[color=red]END[/color][/b]

[u]Summary[/u]
I wrote this around about one week aftre my lil sis was born...pretty old poem now..9 months or so.. :P
I need to find a word to replace 'vanquish',...I don't like that...

[b][u]Life[/u]

Begins with a Cry,
Ends with a Smile.
Lasts an Eternity.
[color=red]END[/color][/b]

[u]Summary[/u]
Don't ask. It's just weird... O.o;

[b]Now I have to find my other poems lol....where are they..?[/b]

[Pressure]

Her body shakes in the seat,
I can't help but be filled with anger,
My blood cousin, and heart sister in tears,
Blood slips down her face,
From a cut made in rage and anger,

Eternal damnation upon his soul,
How dare he,
No matter,
He will pay for what he has done,
But it won't be at my hand,

I will rise above,
We will rise above,
Blood cousins,
Heart sisters,
We will help each other through thick and thin,
For blood runs deeper

[I]Okay, pretty much, it's about my cousin who I love deeply. She has never been in an abusive relation ship, but these would be my thoughts if she was. It's about the feelings after rescuing my cousin who is like a sister after she has been beaten, and how we will rise above it together. We know he'll pay, but take comfort in the fact that we won't piunish him b/c we are better. [/I]

I came up with these off the top of my head b/c I never write down poetry. I really should. Oh well *copies and pastes*


[B]I'm in tears as I look in the coffin,
His brown hair against the white pillow,
Eyes I loved so much, shut for all time,

Wind stole his life from me,
Now I curse it whenever it ruffles my hair,
Wind picked him up off the roof,
And twas wind that threw him to the ground,

I glance at a bulding as I walk home,
I count,
My eyes rest on the 7th floor,
So high, and such a fall,

I feel her arm on mine,
His sister,
Her eyes cold and merciless,
"I must shut the coffin" she declares,
"No please, let me" I plead,
"He was and still is my brother, he is no buisness of yours",

I'm shocked,
The words sear through me like an icy blade,
No buisness?
He was my lover,
He was my buisness,
How dare she be so crude in such a time?

I never did shut the coffin,
I never will shut the coffin,
I will never shut the coffin,
On our love.[/B]

Otay, now, this one really happened. My mother is the narrator this time though. Billy was her love and yes he was the one whipped off of a 7 story building, this is all fact, every single word. My mother is still very much in love with Billy. But yet again, another spur of the moment.

I have a mill. more, but I don't think Adam wuld like it very much if i wrote that much, so, e-mail me if yu want more k? luvs ya!

E-mail:GGurlie4Eva@aol.com
Alice age:13


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[Flash]

*ahem*

[b]oh god,
why
am I so much more sensitive than everybody else?
why
do I feel things so much more acutely than them,
and understand so much more.
I bet I'm the first person who's ever felt as rotten
as this.
could it be
that I'm going to grow up
to be a poet and a thinker, and all those other
wankers in my class are going to have to work
in factories or go on the dole?
yes, I think it could.[/b]

/me bows