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| Julie | Jun 18 2009, 08:35 PM Post #1 |
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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. Give it a try if you're bored like me. Edited by Julie, Jun 18 2009, 08:41 PM.
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| Powertrip | Jun 18 2009, 09:38 PM Post #2 |
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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. Well, not really, but you know what I mean.
Edited by Powertrip, Jun 18 2009, 09:38 PM.
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| Julie | Jun 18 2009, 09:49 PM Post #3 |
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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 | Jun 26 2009, 02:18 PM Post #4 |
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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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| Elegiac View | Jun 26 2009, 03:01 PM Post #5 |
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Time is an illusion.
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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 | Jun 29 2009, 10:16 AM Post #6 |
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Mrs. Samfred.... and yet hearts adam??
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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 | Jun 29 2009, 10:59 AM Post #7 |
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I'm not that kind of guuuurl.
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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 | Jun 30 2009, 12:27 PM Post #8 |
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Mrs. Samfred.... and yet hearts adam??
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nice oneee! I like it. |
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| jasmineexx | Jun 30 2009, 05:02 PM Post #9 |
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I'm not that kind of guuuurl.
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Thanks, I think it failed.
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| Vchuck | Jul 7 2009, 11:33 AM Post #10 |
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Mrs. Samfred.... and yet hearts adam??
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Did not fail. |
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Well, not really, but you know what I mean.
3:23 AM Jul 11