Place Your Poetry Here!

[mythbusterfan]

[Dragon Writer]

Not a terribly good poem, i don't htink, but i feel like typing it up anyways...plus, i HAVE To type it up, so i'm making use of the fact.
United we stand

United we stand,
devided we fall,
for we are the people, one and all.
so here our cry,
here our roar,
and know who we are,
whether near or far.
for we are the people,
one and all, and we quite simply, will not fall
for we are the people,
we are the nation,
we are one,
and as one we can stand, to all that lives under the sun,
for wea re the people,
and we are the nation,
and though some may try to knock us down,
ad some may think to push us around,
one and all we will stand our ground,
for we are the people, and this oness we have found...
it gives us strength by the pound...

If you don't like it...well, what can i say? nationalism isn't much of an inspiration for me usually...and that's what we had to write it on.

[Cress]

I actually rather liked it...Ok, I'm gonna go through my amazing notebook of seven million really bad poems and see if I can find a passable one or two to post here. Keep in mind that most of these were written late at night, when I was emotionally distraught or when I could not go to sleep and was being all insomniac-ish. So they're not always sane...sometimes they just capture a feeling.

I don't have a title for this one...or most of them actually.

Freedom is movement
Prison is everywhere I look
I cannot leave my own sanctuary-trapped in my own creation
The faces of my soul look down on me, condemning me with every glance
I can't get out
I can't get out

Everything is inside
Emotion lost within
My insides struggle to escape
And I wish I were gone...anywhere
Not here
The violence in my soul needs release
Muscles clench and cramp
The room is spinning
I must get out
I must get out

I slip away from light and color
Down
Down beneath the cacaphony
to the cool and damp
Where wind blows softly
I move freely
Space
And sky
My legs keep turning
On and on
My thoughts catch in their movement
Endless circles
I go until I cannot feel
Churning
Pushing further...just a little harder
Numbing mind and body
The air plays on my face

My tense muscles slowly loosen
My thoughts soften
Movement is release

I'm finally free
I found release

At least until tomorrow...


Ok...this one has a title. WOW! It's called-One Empty Page

Empty page
It was forgotten by the others
Surrounded by words
Feelings

Pressed in with poems
And confessions
The blank page waits
patiently
for remembrance
For a quiet day of flipping pages
For a day of memories and thoughts
For a time when its white face
will shock someone
into picking up the pen again
When the ink will flow
As emotion is freed

And soon the waiting page
Is filled with all the things
That surrounded it before

Hastily covered in a scribbled soul
The page is the same
Just the same
As all the others
As the 99 other pages
Bled with her pain
Covered in her ink

The silence set it apart
But for once the conformity is perfection

I hate the empty page

I kinda like that last one. I guess it's just really me. More later!

And to everyone else-I REALLY liked all your poems. No time to comment singly on all of them, but seriously, most of them were really good. Diego's had great wording, it sounded really nice, and a lot of other people had a good drive behind theirs.

And yr-yours was pretty good, especially for something you didn't really care about.

[Not So Silent One]

Wow Cress, really good! I really liked them. I can't write poetry myself, but I can stop and appreciate good poetry when I see some.

[Dragon Writer]

*whacks ashley* you write WONDERFUL poetry...you just refuse to realize it. *shakes head at modesty* I didn't read all of it, since i have to look over half a dozen forums, in half an hour and i don't have time for reading much poems, but i looked at it briefly and it's WONDERFUL! i can't wait to see what you can do fully awake...and thanks for saying you like my poem...(note, me saying i don't think it's good isn't modesty...it's just me not thinking it's good. i don't hesitate to yell to the sky when i think it IS good. :P) wow this is a long post...see ya!

[kk]

haiku of wizardry

Wizardry is real
magic is loose in the world
but moonlight follows...

[Max]

Life is presious, so grab it by the horns. Are you going to move on? Or be the one who moruns. Bad things will happen, so put them in the past, good things come along, you want to make those last. No matter what race, religion or sex, life is yours to hold. It's caly in the sculptors hands, for you to shape and mould. You can make your choices, they happen everyday. You can choose. Wether you're straight bi or gay. No discrimination, can make you half or less, humans don't take orders, in fact it's what we do best. If sometyhing's going on now, that's really really bad, tkae it in the face, don't let it make you sad. You can simmer on something, but before very long, you're going to think that it's time to move on. It's all your choice, don't let others shape your life. Or else. So, have you decided to be the one who mourns, or that life is indeed presious, so that you'll grab it by the horns.

[Dragon Writer]

VERY good poem...*grabs life by the horns and throws it at writer* sorry, still sore about the online dating thing...
don't actually mean the throwing thing, but i want to see if you reemmber me max, or should i say...Lord_Dashiell ok...that was overly dramatic. anyways, i knew i recognized that poem...I had seen it from you on the other site...I"m dragon writer there...Unless you two just wrote the same exact poem somehow in which case i'm really embarresed and highly suspsicious...

[Dragon Writer]

ok, here's a weird one...or weird for me anyways.

People are crazy,
insanitys here,
stretching its claws,
grinning from ear to ear,
insanitys coming,
for us all,
and there's no hiding,
none at all,
you can run,
or you can embrace,this insanity that those of this world do face,
me, i do say embrace,
for insanity makes the world go round,
unless i'm crazy, this principle is sound,
yes, insanity makes the world go round,
and sanity only brings us down.

wrote it while walking three blocks to store...hope you like it.

[Olivia]

I made up a song at my mountain house, and I think I'll post it, even if it's childish and short. It's to the tune of that nursery song "Do Your Ears Hang Low?"

Are your fingers cold?
Were you playing in the snow?
Can you move them at all? Can you move them to and fro?
Are they red, are they numb, can you even use your thumb?
Are your fingers cold?

*bows dramatically*

[the_peridexis]

That, Olivia.

Was brilliance in word form. XD But now I've got Chain Hang Low stuck in my head AGAIN...okay, okay, a poem...

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Baby

Chocolate brown brown eyes, smile up at me,
And pansy-hued cheeks, with skin so petal-soft.
Little wobbling feet walk hesitantly, then


Many tiny fingers wrap fast aroung my one.
My strong arm around his still so fragile,
Holding him aloft for as long as need be.
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I thought it was really cute, but I couldn't think of a suitable tite. I got the inspiration from one of my mom's adorable babysitting clients. :P AND I made that up on the spot, so not bad, right? Oh, and don't forget to criticize the poem I last posted PLEEEEEASE! And this one too, if you'd be so kind.

-peri

[Dragon Writer]

NIce poems...*is still weirded out by the fact that i wrote a weird poem, and must get back to sharkwater anyways, so can't post any more* see you! hah! no one liners for me! *cheers and runs off*

[agfish92]

mk.. i know i havent been to this topic much recently. but i dont know. so this poem means alot to me even though its only 3 sentences.

tears falling from my eyes,
my makeup's smering,
my heart's tearing.

[agfish92]

i got bored in la. so i wrote them. im bored. so ill shall type them. p.s. im not this werid. am i?
p.s.s i am aware that i cant spell for beans.

the littaral sence of dieing is un-true,
you die well before your body does,
your soal burns far before you leave this world,
and it does beacuse of our family and friends desert you well before your dead,
you can be dead at birth and live till your 100l
the deffinition of death is not quite allways literal,
when your friends, family, everyone deserts you,
than you are truly dead,
like me


im trying to think,
trying to beleve,
trying to love,
trying to be me.
but should i have to try to be myself,
or should it come naturaly,
like a baby knowing to breath.
your sufficating me,
not letting me free,
till i snap like a twig.
and when you burry me,
try not to pretend to cry,
if those tears were real,
then why am i here?


jeliosy kills,
tears,
breaks,
friendships and love.

why can't i lie to your?
pretend what i said is true,
is it beacuse i love you?
do i even know what love is?

[Mel]

Ok guys, I got one that relates to the holiday (sort of):

"Maple" or maybe "Birch" I can't decide...

Burnt sky tumbles to meet
a concrete skyway; highway.
it goes, speeding through limb and life,
A joy can compensate
for undeniable
sorrow.
But it will help the sea to grow
the sea of
textbook
cell
green.
It flutters and sighes one last time
into my open window
I press it to my heart, then smile;
Autumn leaves make my day.