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Post by Kaihua [GoTH] on Apr 6, 2009 23:57:39 GMT -5
So I was just thinking... April is National Poetry Month www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/41even if you don't write any, take the time to go appreciate some. I'm not saying tackle Beowulf or all the Shakespearean sonnets. I do think you should look for a few things that actually speak to you, that reach you both emotionally and intellectually. There is just an incredible variety and so much in all genres waiting for you! In the mean time... Toby said write GW poetry! I'll have to think about this myself. Assigned topics can be hard, they don't like to "flow" more often than not.
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Post by roy on Apr 7, 2009 3:37:22 GMT -5
Black Flag
I look out my window at the hot crowded street above I notice i feel cold and alone used up like an old bottle no deposit, no return people live and die in these apartment compartments no deposit, no return dust falls silently why cant i? no deposit, no return
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Post by roy on Apr 8, 2009 5:37:05 GMT -5
This is one I made... Not really sure if its a poem, but I want it to be one. any help or tips are appreciated
Society
What in society lets us be "us"? Nothing. Truely, we are not "us" We are whoever someone else wants us to be.
We socalise, and when someone askes us to do something, or act a certian way... We do it. Why? Why do we do it? Fear, of being ridiculed? Love, of the person whom we are doing the deed for? or Hate?
Even though they force us to be who we aren't, They to are being forced. The poor souls of our world who don't realise what has happned to them, Society, has happned to them, and they are broken.
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Post by Soriam Norik[RAWR] on Apr 8, 2009 13:02:03 GMT -5
This is a poem I got in class today.. It felt deep to me so i desided to share it here...
Dream Big by Author Unknown
"If there were ever a time to dare, to make a difference, to embark on something worth doing, it is now. Not for any grand cause, but necessarily-but for something that tugs at your heart, something that's your aspiration, something that's your dream. You owe it to yourself to make your days here count. Have fun. Dig deep. Stretch. Dream big. Know, though, that things worth doing seldom come easy. There will be good days. There will be times when you want to turn around, pack it up, and call it quits. Those times tell you that your are pushing yourself, that you are not afraid to learn by trying. Persist. Because with an idea, determination, and the right tools, you can do great things. Let your instincts, your intellect, and your heart guide you. Trust. Believe in the incredible power of the human mind. Of doing something that makes a difference. Of working hard. Of laughing and hoping. Of lazy afternoons. Of lasting friends. Of all the things that will cross your path this year. The start of something new brings the hope of something great. Anything is possible. There is only one you. And you will pass this way only once."
With this I hope everyone can find something that they can use to press through the hard times and to begin dreaming big for this month and year ^_^!
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Post by necrotic on Apr 8, 2009 13:57:12 GMT -5
Darkness Dallas Arnold
I wrote this poem my freshmen year of college. I couldn't sleep one night so I took out a piece of paper and started writing and this is what appeared.
As I lay beneath the tree, Of knowledge that my eyes cannot so clearly see, I ponder my life and all that its worth, Have I lived a life so true from birth? All that I have done and lived for, has it collapsed into darkness' gaping shore? I try to step towards the light of progression, but the darkness snares my confession. Am I trapped in this spiral of doom? Am I trually enthralled by this darkness' gloom? When I speak I speak no words, My mouth is sealed it is sealed with fate. What is this fate? What can it be? Where I go it is looming over me. For that fate has lead me, Lead me to the path of light. The light has saved me, yet it has awekened me. The tree of knowledge has lost its shadow, and I have gained mine
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Post by Toby on Apr 10, 2009 2:09:30 GMT -5
Here's a GW limerick i made in AC:
Striking it big with Zkeys:
I used eleven z keys today and only got one creme brulee
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Post by NICK! =3 on Apr 11, 2009 3:57:24 GMT -5
I LOVE POETRY!
Here are a few of mine!
Dont Forget
Dont forget the ones that love you, Dont forget the ones that cried, Dont forget the ones that saw you, On that dreadful day you died, Dont forget the ones who will follow to heaven or straight to hell, Dont forget to come back and tell me, Of your glorious tale.
Before I Die
Before I die, I want to look into your eyes, Before I die, I want to lye with you under the sky, Before I die, I want to hold your hand in mine, I think about you everynight, No matter how hard I try, I cant get you off of my mind, So take these few words to heart and know I meant it all from the start, If you were to die, Id give you my life...
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Lying here under the stars,
I wonder who we really are,
Are we awake,
Or is this a dream,
If not,
Then who is to blame,
We lie and lie again and again,
Only to see the dead end,
Love hate peace and war,
What is this life for,
I ask these questions,
As a friend,
To figure out where i should begin.
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Post by Kara [RAWR] on Apr 11, 2009 9:05:53 GMT -5
i have teachers that tell me i could write poetry for a living or be a author but im not guna post any cuz i dont like idea of other people stealing my stuff im not saying any1 would but you know it could happen
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Post by sam on Apr 12, 2009 13:15:54 GMT -5
i have teachers that tell me i could write poetry for a living or be a author but im not guna post any cuz i dont like idea of other people stealing my stuff im not saying any1 would but you know it could happen why even post?
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Post by Kaihua [GoTH] on Apr 12, 2009 13:52:23 GMT -5
since I made the thread, it's only fair that I post a couple of mine
Center of a Tea Cup
embossed on the surface of the moon tracing defined branches of stems to map the path of my seasons. I covet the pearl of my goddess for myself, in spite of her gift.
My destiny is controlled by that divinity in her icy hills beauty frozen in a moment of theft. Now I shall never stroll the garden and taste the peach of heaven.
All the mountains of earth stab my guilt towards my visage. their energies piercing through my supposed place of harmony a proscribed price for my loyalty.
(copyright 2007 Lana Kemlech, reproduction or publication prohibited without express permission of the author)
Note: reference is to the Hare in the Moon as seen during the moon viewing ceremony, an asian festival in September.
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Post by Kaihua [GoTH] on Apr 12, 2009 13:55:54 GMT -5
Drooling on the Ethernet Drooling on the Ethernet for a short in connection While I drain my thoughts into the wires Shiny fresh face reflecting imprint of my keys Plugged in and searching my dreams For keywords of affection and meeting for ' Skin goose pimples at realities possibilities Of broadband broad vistas anti-broad with Chiseled plains to entangle in my RJ45 cables Tongue tingles at the thought of his taste Salivating as I feel the jolt of his touch Via encrypted polyhedrons flesh tone texture Mapped searing my irises as they dance A jitterbug, looking glazed at the screen Smelling ozone electric aftershave
(copyright 2007 Lana Kemlech, reproduction or publication prohibited without express permission of the author)
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Post by Kaihua [GoTH] on Apr 12, 2009 13:57:17 GMT -5
Canceled Contract
No more data dumps from your heart; keep it to yourself cookie. I'm not only not buying your broadband but setting the spam sniffers to block it.
Be sure that I won't perjure myself. Cant' do that for you when court convenes. Honestly, I told you that this contract job was on someone else's ticket.
Nor can you skulk around my files. My personal mango's locked down. Only way you'll ever get at it is to rip it off my vendor's server.
And since you were so public during your due diligence, don't be surprised when the big fat merge deal falls through
(copyright 2007 Lana Kemlech, reproduction or publication prohibited without express permission of the author)
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Post by Kara [RAWR] on Apr 12, 2009 16:43:43 GMT -5
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Post by roy on Apr 13, 2009 5:38:18 GMT -5
Probably the last peice of poetry I will post
Black Flag: Family Man
Do you want the family man or do you want the swingin' man? you choose. (family man) You get the family man.
family man FAMILY man family MAN with your glances my way, taken no chances on the new day family man, family man with your life all planned your little sand castle built, smilin' through your guilt, family..man here i come. here i come family man i come to infect. i come to rape your woman. i come to take your children into the street. i come for YOU family man. family man, with your christmas lights already up, your such a MAN when your puttin' up your christmas lights, first on the block. family man. family man, I wanna crucify you to your front door, with nails from your well stocked garage, family man, family man. family man. Saint dad. Father on fire. I've come to incinerate you I've come home.
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Post by sam on Apr 13, 2009 9:22:57 GMT -5
i come to infect. i come to rape your woman. WTF
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