I know I am waay behind the times, but eowyngirl: you simply rock! I love your poems! I think they're the best I've read in a while. It's weird, I understand exactly what you're talking about...(except for Black Monday, I'm so sorry). Alter Ego? Yes! Distant Shores? Yes! Alive? Yes! It's so bizarre! Wow, I dunno what to say!
okay....YR: "man eating plum pudding" ...interesting....XD very nice.
Okay, so I'm not sure I why I didn't put this up before, but I really have a lot of fun reading this one out loud. It's not really from my p.o.v., just so you know. I had to write it for class, and I had a fun time thinking of a story to go along with it. It's supposed to be funny, so don't take it too seriously. And, think perhaps Helena and Demetrius if you need a little help, :P
"The Almost Anti-Sonnet"
Love is just a stupid game for no ones
Who happen to like falling, down hills
and such and the like. Why, I am so cun-
ning that I'd never fall for such frills!
Who would want to be constantly nervous?
I'm just saying it seems stupid.
Sometimes doe eyes make me want to cuss
or string up that old farty fool Cupid.
To have someone know you so completely --
wouldn't life get trite and old and boring?
To have heartbreak skip and fly so fleeting
likea tiny fishing boat lost its mooring--
No, I have nothing against eternal grief.
Besides, who wants loving words from a thief?
:P And that is that. I have another sonnet but it was written in earnest and is so horribly pathetic that I cannot put it up, so I hope you'll be content with this. :P
EDIT: and don't worry YR. Sometimes having a valentine is much worse. They're not all they're cracked up to be.
Dai all!
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Wow, I haven't been on this topic in like, forever!
yr: I will now eternally remember this line:
Our lives are weird, our homes are too,
But we're still happy,
How about you?
That's just awesome, yr.
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I think I know what
you both are saying and maybe
what you might not be
But, I confess I
contend with the first and stop
me- heart joy terrify
I look back and sigh.
Cold and clammy sometimes --
no way to live.
Instead I crumble
as best i can what ails
and make do with me.
Hhhhhhh.... believe it or not, this also relates to a certain sonnet I was forced to write on accord of my own teenager's stupid mind for no reason except for five solitary seconds in a space of time... gah! Why am I ranting in the poetry section of all things? I gotta go, sheesh!
*sigh* Boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them.
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It's not all changes
that I am afraid of - just
the annoying ones.
Just the ones that I
do not want to occur now;
the ones I don't like.
But I guess that all
change has its place in the world
for without change we
would be stagnant. Stuck
in a time of darkness with
no forward motion.
P'r'aps I should welcome
change. Let it come. Let it live.
Let it be alive...
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I'll admit it I'm
Scared to death of all changes
But I try to breathe...
Easier. said than
Done. I guess you'll notice now
What frustrates seniors
Mostly scared of the
newness which invades our space
where we've been so long...
Take it as you will...I've personally got two different ways to interpret these haikus (which go together, by the way. And yes, the strange punctuation/capitalization is deliberate) that relate to my life. I'd be interested which interpretation people notice first, since I think the most obvious one is the one I thought of as an afterthought.
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Is it amusing
that I find your first comment
in the above post,
so ironic that
I rolled around on the floor
laughing for five minutes?...
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The Way Things Were
To think about the past
and want things back to the way they were
To wonder about the last
time that you had a discussion without an
argument
To sigh over how fast
things have changed in a year
To wonder if you can outlast
the frustration caused at the current time
And get things back, to the way that they once were.
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Ok heres one of mine. I did it about an hour ago so its still raw. Might be some errors in it but ah well. Peotry is bessed served hot and steaming with a side salad
I saw your face today
Ashamed to say, I shyed away
Afraid to face the pain
The sorrow that comes when I utter your name
A whisper, on the wind tossed
It speaks the loneliness, of love lost
The sound so faint it fades away
But the hurt is here to stay
Today I walked home in the rain
It masked me crying tears of pain
I lied down on my bed
Grabbed a pillow and hid my head
Can I have happiness? Never!
I will be haunted by your face forever
-yes i write emo poetry(when i feel emo. i write happy poems when i feel happy)
-opps i forgot the side salad. Sorry guys
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By the fire, by the light,
In the battle of the night,
As I wait for you to come,
Am I the only,only one,
Who can see,
The bravery,
That makes you win,
The conflict, that we're in.
(YW,oO)
Hey,
Don't look at me,
I didn't choose to stay for eternity,
And anyway,
What d'ya say?
Who woud choose to live forever,
If they could have the choice.
(LP?PBotSoN)
I'm waiting,
For you're answer.
Against the other side,
Who will you choose,
D'ya wanna loose,
'Cause thats what you will do,
If They side and fight with you.
(YW,oO)
Let me go,
I haven't chosen yet,
With whom that,
I'll place my bet,
Them of light,
Or One of dark,
Who will let me keep my spark?
Of hope, and lightning struck.
Too be Continued...
Guess. I dare ya. Acronyms are odd.
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kk- totally loved your poem, and it did make me feel a little sad, and i can just picture TWD through the whole thing. Great job!
I don't have any poetry on me today... maybe once i find one i have already wrote i will post.
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