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[Olivia]

I'm at the beach, and I wrote this one on the shore.

Waves
The sky is black
You cannot see
The stars, safe, far away

The waves are dark
A color unknown
Pushing, pulling, soaking, crashing

The moon shines through
A ray of hope
Full and round, reflected light

I'm lost in the storm
Waves knocking me over
Tide pulling, water filling my mouth

I make it to shore
A miracle
The sand embracing me, soft and safe

That's all for now, someone else needs the laptop.

[bluesalamanders]

I don't have a lot of advice to give, but some people might want to think about using a spell-check or a dictionary before posting things up here for other people to see. Regardless of whether you care about how things are spelled in your chatting or conversational posts, poetry is (should be) different.

Also, I'm curious about the random use of capitalization I see in some poems (both all-caps and just the first letter). For one, there are other forms of emphasis available here besides all-caps, and it can be confusing you can't tell if the all-caps word is an emphasized word or the title of the poem. For two, I don't really understand why random nouns are capitalized in some of the poems. Does it mean something that some nouns are capitalized and some aren't? It's also confusing to see "you" and "your" capitalized in a poem that isn't about god, because those words are most often capitalized in that context.

Those are the random thoughts I have about poetry today

Blue~

[Mel]

Firstly, Shandurai, that was a beautiful poem. I liked how you capitalized those things. Which brings me to Blue:

Here's the thing. Sometims you capitalize things that are important, like in "Autumn Leaves". "Our" is important. The "Bench" is important. understand? Please tell me if I got that right, Shandurai.

Also, like in my "The Battle" The all caps was just to make it clear, in it's own way. I myself like to put my titles in quotes. It makes things easier for the reader.

Also, I think that caps has a lot to do with the flow of your poem. I know, it sounds weird, but the flow of your poem has to be good, and therefore will sound good, and hopefully show good emotion too, that way. Just like prose can have its own styles, so can poetry.

Blue, I agree with your comment about spelling. It not only looks more elegant, but sounds more too. I'm sorry if I have a few typos; I normally catch most typos before I post.

I think that's about right. If anyone has any contradictions, please tell me.

Also, I have some poems I wrote yesterday, but I'm at my cousin's who are all playing poker (which I am HORRIBLE at, so..)m so I'll type it up t'morra, or maybe tonight, but I'll prolly fall asleep.

Have a good day!

[Cress]

Hey everyone, thanks for the love. I was feeling rather angry when I wrote that poem...hehe. Here's one I don't actually have a title for yet, but I kinda want to share. Don't really feel like I can share it with people who know me.

Sometimes I'm ashamed
I look at all their faces
and cringe
because they don't know
what I do to myself in the velvety cover of the night
They wouldn't understand
the hot
secret feeling
building up in the hidden places of me
it spills over
or rips through
or consumes every inch of my body
muscles clenching and unclenching
in the dance of the night
Sometimes I want to scream it before you
Yell in your faces
That I'm wrong
dirty
and that I'm bad

And that I like it

Then watch your faces
see the horror
As I grin my defiance
See? I did it right in front of you

You never noticed
See? See how closely you really look?

Sometimes I stop caring
And I just want to feel
Then shame means nothing


Ok peri...here's one for the happiness side of things. I don't like it quite as much as my sad poems, cause I don't feel as inspired to write when I'm happy. Mostly I wanna move when I'm happy, but here it is.

I love

I love music
I love piano notes ringing softly
I love taiko rhythms pounding in my ears
I love when music fills you up
and makes you live again
When it takes you somewhere else
I love words
when they make you laugh out loud
like chinchilla or squeegy
I love being able to say and write
exactly what I feel
I love the expression
the freedom
the release

I love the way the world looks
I love the color of everything
the deep feeling that you could drink the shades
I love the majesty and beauty

I love the people around me who make my life perfect
I love their smiles and laughs and all their quirks
I love when they cry and I love when they're happy

I love, I love, I love

I say I hate
I say I want
I say I need

But really I love
everything

Exactly as it is

My name is Olivia
And I love

Ok, I know this is a lot of writing, but I promise this will be the last one I post today. Called The Real Me, and it's rather a work in progress, just like me.

You
Pull out the real me

The one who's flirty and confident
A long haired angel with sparkling eyes
smiling at the world
The long legs in a red dress in me

You show off the real me
The one who's not afraid of hot clothes
The swimmer girl of spit fire
A grinning mix
Dancing with abandon, arms flying carelessly
The singer who sets your heart on fire with passion
The sultry smile in me

The little girl with wide eyes who sits on the swings
And the old lady rocking on her front porch
Both of them laughing like the world's a private joke, just for them

That's the real me

You bring out the real me
A taiko dodo
The green mitten
The teenage cynic who's not afraid to be an atheist
The one who can't wait to vote, just to let her voice be heard in the deafening cry of thousands
The I'm a bit hippie, a bit feminist, a bit this, a bit that BUT
I ALWAYS believe I have a right to say
This is my opinion
never giving in

The Queen of the Universe in me

You love the real me
The "I want to stop global warming single handedly" in me
A blushing young naive
A Libra child who can't find balance as she falls on her face
A heart full of things I cannot understand
The everywhere and nowhere, undecided, crazy, loving, hopeful
The angry yet frightened, thick skinned yet sensitive
The lost and confused who doesn't know what she thinks

You are there
And you see the real me

The bubbles and fires, music and theater, poet and novelist, giggling and crying in me
A phoenix baby
rising from the question and fear
"Who is the real me?"
You know the real me
because I trust the real you
You pull out the real me
even when I try to hide her

As always, I love feedback...sorry I haven't given any! I'll try next time, but I'm not so great when it comes to critisms. I always feel like I'm being mean.

[Cress]

Ok I know I said I was gonna stop for a bit, but I remembered one I really wanted to post somewhere, and I figured I'd put it here.
I really need to consolidate my poetry though...I had to go through like five notebooks to find it.

I like the way it looks

red swirling into pale cream
curving lines
making a beautiful
twisted picture
of the flowing confusion in my soul

I like the way it looks

The faded refelction of

violence

The pain scares me
and releases me

It is better to be afraid
than to be
In the throes of the
sick, pain
that is emotion
that is love

I like the way it looks

I can't turn away
and at the same time
I feel sick

How can I do this to myself?
I don't understand

I like the way it looks

but I wish I didn't

[Olivia]

Something about my poetry... I seem to write better poems when they aren't about me. I would love more constructive criticism, please!

Dear Daddy
Hello Daddy, I'm five years old now
Big Brother just turned seven
Mommy cries a lot less now
And smiles, 'cause you're in heaven

"Bring You Dad To School Day"
Was Friday- it was so unfair
It wasn't half as fun as it could be
'Cause you were the only one not there

I've learned to read and write now, Daddy
Your name is D-A-D-D-Y
I really wish you were here now, Daddy
Why'd you have to die?

Christmas wasn't fun this year
Santa Claus seemed sad
It rained instead of snowed this year
Even God felt bad

Is it pretty in heaven, Daddy?
Do you watch me every day?
Do you see how I smile less, Daddy?
And how I'm sadder when I play?

Yesterday at recess, Daddy
I won the class's big race
Are you ever coming back home, Daddy?
I leave my light on just in case

Just in case you come back at night
To kiss me and tuck me in
I would give up everything I have
Just to hear your voice again

Why can't you be here, Daddy?
Don't worry, I'm not blaming you
No wonder God took you back
But does he know we need you too?

I must say one more thing, Daddy
I love you more than the world
And even if you're in heaven, Daddy
I'll always be your little girl

My Bit of Power (Bully's POV)
I lash out with harsh words and blows
Watching the other kid squirm
I feel my control, my bit of power
Now it's actually my turn

At night, when I'm full of remorse
He comes home, booze on his breath
He's hurting Mommy, I beg him to stop
But he just grins and kicks me hard in the chest

I can't breathe, can't hardly think
I feel like I'm going to explode
When I get better, he's hurting the baby
And I pound his back, screaming, "Not her! Please, No!"

Mommy's gone now, I can't see her
But I don't make a sound
She's reached the phone, she's had enough
The police will take over now

They load him up, his eyes full of hate
But all he can do is glower
I smile and hug Mommy, we're all safe
I have my control, my bit of power

Last Goodbye
Her heart is breaking, she can't stop crying
She stares into his quiet face
In her pain, she can't bear to leave
But would rather be any other place

She searches his cold, dull eyes
The pain stabs her heart like a knife
This shouldn't have happened to him, her, them
This ruined her entire life

She watches the casket close, and says a silent prayer
A hurdle their love would never survive
Another innocent life is lost
'Cause some moron chose to drink and drive

[Cress]

Wow Olivia. I have to say your first one was really really really good. You got into the persona so well. I think you do really well with rhyming poems (i'm horribly, jealous I can't rhyme at all).
The second one was kind of scary, but I liked it.

[agfish92]

olivia those were totaly great!!!

yes its deppresing but yea

sighing she puts a knife to her trhought,
she trys again,
she knows she shouldent,
but yet she trys.

she thinks her life sucks,
but anyone would rather have her life,
anyone at all,
but she doesent seem to know.

she doesent understand everyone loves her,
doesent understand that she is loved,
so she inches the knife closer,
closer,
then drawing blood.

her life is over just like that,
her parents find her on the ground,
her whole school attended the funeralm
but yet she would never understand that everyone loved her,
she will never know.


People should be complemented often. tell them the truth. beacuse some people just cant tell.

[Gatemage Stardragon]

The Other Side Of Good-ByeLifeNever Look Back

[Gatemage Stardragon]

The poem my friend dubbed my "emo poem"
Wishing well

[Dragon Writer]

I have new poems!
-young
reader, writer, friend, not foe, kind to all, it is my woe...
Brother of none, sister of zero,
lover of life, the jooys of the world, and all good books, yet to be found,
who feels saddness, at least twice a day, feels alone, like he has no say...and above all else, feals loyal, to family, and friends and those who toil...
who needs family....wh needs friendS? who needs love, i ask..the answer is me...
who fears the pain of a lost best friend, and avoids his mother to the end, and darkness, where you have no friends...
who'd like to see his stories written, his creativity out, and not at all hidden...people walking, not at all ridden...
who lives in a small appartment, on a blvd...
-reader

A part of me is red,
full of passion and intesity...
rorever writing, forever moving,
never standing still...
yet i am also yellow...
forever happy, forever fun,
forever shining, like the sun...
we are all rainbows of emotinos...
this is just mine.

[agfish92]

wow all of those are great.. like totaly great!!! ok so some of these are really depressing and some of these are really chease love poems. i let some of the kids in my class read the depressing ones and now they think im crazy but they are so that works


MY EYES

When I close my eyes,
I see you and me,
Walking slowly,
Hand and hand,
But I know that will never be.

I see us talking,
Flirting,
Laughing,
Kissing in the rain.

If I could I would leave my eyes closed,
Be blind,
In a world of hate.

Because if I open my eyes,
I see you,
And her.

So please,
Please,
Can I keep my eyes closed?



PAIN

The pain in my stomach,
Is like a needle to your throught.
This, you said is what you want,
So im giving it to you,
At all costs.


UGLY

I stare at the mirror again,
Looking at this,
Me,
Now I understand why you said it cant be.

I understand, so I will change,
As I take a razor to my wrist,
Your name, now in my wrist,

For me to stair at,
But the razor keeps on piercing,

My blood im loosing,
So now, as I die,
I hope im pretty enough for you.


HER

She smiled,
Said yes,
He smiled to,
They were together,
At last.


LOVE

He smiled an evil smile,
Pinned her to the ground,
Then kissed her.

She knew it was coming,
Her hands in his soft brown hair,
Feeling his slow heart beat.



NATURE

The water fell onto the cliffs,
As if it was being pulled,
by the lake beneath.

The leaf drifted to the ground,
Like a feather to a bed,
This is what it was meant to do.

But yet all the fishes in the sea,
Just move,
Like love should do.



CHEZIE LOVE POEM

The rain began to pour,
As he stood at her door,
Heart beating faster,
With every second.

The door opened wide,
She invited him inside,
On this cold and gray day.

Well, no park today, he said as they lay,
On the couch all alone.

Looking outside,
They saw the world come alive.

They ran outside,
Left the door open wide,
And began to play in the soft white snow.

Snow angels,
Snow men and women of every kind,
But the best was the snow fight,
That ended in the most light,
Kiss

[Olivia]

Ok, this is probably one of the most important poems that I've ever written. Most of (Well pretty much all of) the poems I've ever written are in the point of view of someone else. This one is actually about me. Well, not me, one of my friends. She gets bullied, and I wrote this in honor of her.

I Wanted You To Know
I know how they affect you
Though you won't say it aloud
I know your smile is all you've got
Though I see your hidden frown

Don't keep it bottled up inside,
Soon it will overflow
Talk to me, please trust me
Hold on when they say, "Let go"

You are a wonderful person
I see you shining from within
Be strong for a bit longer
I know that you can win

Don't keep it bottled up inside
Soon it will overflow
Talk to me, please trust me
Stand tall when you're feeling low

I will forever be your friend
No matter what they do
I will put you back together
When their words rip you in two

Don't keep it bottled up inside
Soon it will overflow
Talk to me, please trust me
I just wanted you to know...

[Dragon Writer]

Life is more then just a hand of cards, yours to fold.
it's a lump of clay,
ours to mold,
so what if life gives you lemons?
make lemonade...
and if you remember the sugure,
well you have it made,
so stand up tall,
and don't let yourself fall....
cause life is a lump of clay,
and those cards in your hand?
they're just another part of this game we all play.

[Gatemage Stardragon]

My personal favorites, Light for the imagery, White stones, on the other hand, is a poem that tells about what my mother left behind for her family, not possesions, just some stones, the stones are the dearest things we have now.

LightWhite Stones