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Poetry Spam
Topic Started: Jun 18 2009, 08:35 PM (352 Views)
Julie
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I guess since this category exists, we should have some writing. So, here's the thread for all of those spontaneous and not-so-spontaneous poems that have no real purpose except to put this thread category to good use.

Here goes,



Hello there young sir
I'm sitting here looking for an answer.
What is life? Is it rife?
I hear it can be taken away by something simple as a knife.
How can that be?
Those must not see.
Oh, woe is me.



Hmph, that was far more profound than I expected it to be. Usually, my poems end up being about being knocked out by a fish or contracting Swine Flu, but this? this is different. v.v

Give it a try if you're bored like me.
Edited by Julie, Jun 18 2009, 08:41 PM.
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Powertrip
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I like it. But, I noticed something..

"Hello there young sir
I'm sitting here looking for an answer.
What is life? Is it rife?
I hear it can be taken away by something simple as a knife.
How can that be?
Those must not see.
Oh, woe is me.



Hmph, that was far more profound than I expected it to be."

Your sentence following the poem kinda fits in the rhyme scheme. :P Well, not really, but you know what I mean.
Edited by Powertrip, Jun 18 2009, 09:38 PM.
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Julie
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Lol! I didn't notice I did that. I notice you did it too just now. Maybe not rhyming, but the assonance is there, which works.
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Julie
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The walls in my room are blue
Your walls are pink, who knew?
My carpet is brown.
Yours is indescribable except that it's a noun.
I'm super bored.
You must be too if you're reading this... oh Lord.
That's right, I know what you're up to!
You find it fascinating learning things about my room like my walls being blue.

Hmph.
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Time is an illusion.
Here is my non-rhyming, non-meter classified, poem!

The Word

The music surrounded me, as I stood alone.
The many faces blurred, and I cowered.
Voices, too, became unrecognizable, grating harshly.
I strained my ears, searching for a word - one word.
But if it was there, it was lost in the sea of noise.
My body, an empty shell, stood far from the others.
My true self, my soul, was hovering, wings fluttering.
I flew out of that place, away from the chaos.
Stars glimmered faintly above me as I glided.
After a time - my soul filled with starlight - I came back.
Back, to the bottomless, never-ending, ocean of chaos.
Not wholly an ocean of chaos, but also an ocean of souls.
An ocean that the souls were caught in.
They could not leave, unlike me, who once again joined them.
But I stood out from the crowd as my starlight shone.
It burned through the ocean, and chased away the darkness.
Suddenly the room was no longer shadowy and sinister.
It was bright and alive, filled with freed souls and starlight.
I felt satisfied that my task on Earth had been completed.
For the last time, I left my body, and soared into the sky.
Finally, I would be forever joined with the stars.
And I would hear what I'd been waiting for.
The word.







Edited by Elegiac View, Jun 26 2009, 03:02 PM.
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Vchuck
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Mrs. Samfred.... and yet hearts adam??
the beating and horror
filling the air
confusion wrapped in anger, and
Deep Inside You Know It's Right.

what you must do
tears and agony
far away a lover calls, and
Deep Inside You Know It's Wrong.

darkness withing
passion out
lost in nothingness
And Deep Inside It Hurts.
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jasmineexx
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I'm not that kind of guuuurl.
and she stands there waiting her whole life
and she'll sit and walk and wonder
about who will take her heart
attach some wings
and let it go

and one day he'll come
and he'll take her heart
attach some wings
and let it go

the glass heart will fly

and one day
the wings will break
her heart will fall
and the glass organ will shatter
into a million pieces

and the next man
will attach a piece of his heart
and it will grab all the other pieces
and fix itself
he'll attach some wings
and let it go

and this cycle will continue

until one day
her heart is made of many pieces
none of them hers

and one day
someone will come
and take out his heart
attach some wings
and let it go

but before he does
he'll tag it with her name
and the words
this belongs to

the glass heart will fly

and she'll catch her new heart
kiss it
give it a bow
and he will come
and remove the wings
and they will hold the glass heart together

the heart will not fly

the lovers will attach wings
hold on
and fly




wrote it on the spot lololol
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Vchuck
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Mrs. Samfred.... and yet hearts adam??
nice oneee!
I like it.
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jasmineexx
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I'm not that kind of guuuurl.
Thanks, I think it failed. :)
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Vchuck
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Mrs. Samfred.... and yet hearts adam??
Did not fail.
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