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message 1: by [deleted user] (new)

Write your poetry here.


message 2: by YaYa (new)

YaYa hmmm... I want to hear your opinions on my poetry

The sun shines bright in my face
in my mind there is not one trace
of worry or sadness only of this moment
A breeze sweeps through this place

The birds are singing without hesitation
In this garden I watch with fascination
Across the river and over the hills
There lies my destination

The birds continue on their way
though I wish they would stay
The garden isn't quiet still
It is the first day of May

Too soon do I have to go
I want to stay, but no
And I leave the garden below
And I leave the garden below


message 3: by ichigo_menthol (last edited Nov 28, 2011 11:49PM) (new)

ichigo_menthol Thats a nice poem :) i like the flow, pace, rhythm and rhyming :D


message 4: by YaYa (last edited Nov 29, 2011 04:55PM) (new)

YaYa Thanks and the title of the poem is The Garden


message 5: by [deleted user] (new)

Love it. :)


message 6: by YaYa (last edited Nov 29, 2011 04:10PM) (new)

YaYa Thanks I hav another one to post its going to be called smelling roses....


message 7: by Alex (new)

Alex I write poetry, but I suck at it. I have one good one though. Its called broken but I don't feel like leaving a link.


message 8: by [deleted user] (new)

Awesome Yaya! Lol Alex.


message 9: by YaYa (new)

YaYa Alex wrote: "I write poetry, but I suck at it. I have one good one though. Its called broken but I don't feel like leaving a link."
In my opinion you can't really go wrong with poetry...


message 10: by Alex (new)

Alex Yeah, well in my case it doesn't work. I prefer fiction.


message 11: by YaYa (last edited Dec 01, 2011 12:42PM) (new)

YaYa Smelling Roses

When people talk of smelling rose
many do hear
but only with their ears
If you don't stop to take a break, you're the one who loses
Life isn't some race
You have to set your pace
Because if you don't you may pass by the roses
Here on Earth there are many wonderful things,
Like the sound of the wind, or a bell when it dings
Beauty can't be taken in one or two doses
So don't just hear,
Especially with only your ears
At least take time, if not stop and smell the roses


message 12: by [deleted user] (new)

Wow. You are great at writing poetry!


message 13: by YaYa (new)

YaYa thanks


message 14: by YaYa (last edited Dec 01, 2011 12:41PM) (new)

YaYa So another one...
Always There
As the sun sets
Darkness gets
to rule the sky
though it tries
there is still light
that shines brightly through the night

Just like all things good, seem to set at times
When all horrid emotion are in a line
No happiness seems to be found
even when you look all around
hope like light shines though
the emotions and darkness too


message 15: by McKenna (new)

McKenna Your poems are awesome! We are writing poetry in school and I suck. My teacher tells me that I have to write about "Where the Red Fern Grows" but I hate writing about an assigned topic. Plus, I can normally only write about nature.


message 16: by McKenna (last edited Nov 30, 2011 11:18PM) (new)

McKenna My Favorite Willow Tree

The first time I saw that willow tree was when I moved to town
My feelings for that willow tree soon became love so profound
Up in my favorite willow tree I never would come down
Up in my favorite willow tree I blocked out every sound
Up in my favorite willow tree I kept dreams and thoughts galore
Up in my favorite willow tree lived creation, imagination, and more
But now my favorite willow tree is lying on the floor.


(Sorry it sucks but it's all I've got.)


message 17: by Bakhtawar (new)

Bakhtawar Yaya!I like your poetry work its quite good.Keep it up.


message 18: by Bakhtawar (new)

Bakhtawar McKenna I think the poem is simple and nice but it needs work.


message 19: by ichigo_menthol (new)

ichigo_menthol McKenna wrote: "My Favorite Willow Tree

The first time I saw that willow tree was when I moved to town
My feelings for that willow tree soon became love so profound
Up in my favorite willow tree I never would co..."


Is this a poem about how civilisation is destroying forests and cutting down trees to replace it with agriculture?


message 20: by Alodnza (new)

Alodnza María | 25 comments YaYa wrote: "Smelling Roses

When people talk of smelling rose
many do hear
but only with their ears
If you don't stop to take a break, you're the one who loses
Life isn't some race
You have to set your..."


loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD


message 21: by McKenna (new)

McKenna Єммel βlαq★ᶬᵃʳᶥᵉ wrote: "McKenna wrote: "My Favorite Willow Tree

The first time I saw that willow tree was when I moved to town
My feelings for that willow tree soon became love so profound
Up in my favorite willow tree ..."


If only I were so ingenius. It's about how I am mad at my dad for cutting down my willow tree. Nothing special.


message 22: by ichigo_menthol (new)

ichigo_menthol @Yaya: i love your poetry! Its so beautiful <3

@McKenna: Aww thats sad :(, you okay now?


message 23: by YaYa (new)

YaYa Єммel βlαq★ᶬᵃʳᶥᵉ wrote: "@Yaya: i love your poetry! Its so beautiful <3

@McKenna: Aww thats sad :(, you okay now?"


Thanks!


message 24: by YaYa (new)

YaYa so another poem this is a little different from my others hoope you like it

Flying
They swoop and soar in the morning air
Seeming not to care
All I can possibly do is stare
How wonderful it must be
To feel so free

Their beautiful wings
a truly wonderful gift it seems
Those glorious magnificent things
A gift that they only have
It makes me a little sad

Above the clouds and in the sky
Wishing that I could fly
With the birds up so high
Envy burns as I stay on the ground
While the birds are not bound

They sing songs of joy
for they are not coy
The sound of their song is something to enjoy
What you would be about to do
if you could fly away for that view

Flying around for days
going every which ways
and laughing as hard as a mocking jay
The life you would lead
if you were able to settle this need

They swoop and soar in the morning air
Seeming not to care
All I can possibly do is stare
How wonderful it must be
To feel so free


message 25: by Irene (new)

Irene (wingdesilverii) Okay, so I have never really written poetry on my own and this is my first try from a suggestion of randomly picking a certain type of poetry and just writting with in that styles guidelines. I would like to become better at writting poetry, sure I can critique but not actually write. So opinions please!

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...


message 26: by Kayleigh (new)

Kayleigh (pottermaniac234) | 12 comments http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...

I don't know if it's good or not...it didn't turn out like I imagined it in my mind.


message 27: by Kayleigh (new)

Kayleigh (pottermaniac234) | 12 comments http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...

Please read and tell me what you think! I'm good with any and all suggestions!!!


message 28: by YaYa (new)

YaYa Um... So this is my lastest poem I hope you like it

One Miracle A Day

Everyone wants to see a miracle one day
But don't you know miracles go away
That the biggest one you may see
may last for maybe three
or so seconds

Can people not seem to just realize
And stop trying to idealize
the biggest and best
for they become a pest
why must the biggest be the most glorious

Won't anyone stop to understand
that the little things are not so bland
that they are the miracles you want
standing there so nonchalant
we overlook them in so many ways

For you call the miracles of everyday life
that should be ignored as much as a fife
So unexciting and boring
but if you look instead of them as adoring
you wouldn't have to wait
Instead you would be surrounded
by the miracles of everyday


message 29: by Emily (new)

Emily Here's a link to my poetry
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
Like & comment, tell me what you think
Thanks :)


message 30: by [deleted user] (new)

name: sara bloom
title: not yet not now...

I never felt love ever since the day of the masquerade ball I been in arranged married from both the parents of him and I a man of a good and lovely family. he that I grow up with, never did cupid arrow teach me to love this man and may be never will. I run away to enchanting woods to seek a getaway for some day to come and be free as a blue jay and never be force.
for i dream standing for myself and let i choose what I want because the choices of any could lead me to my greatest desire or to my worst nightmare.

but it came upon by a wishing star that I seek a love to be greater than any love, and be happy. "yes oh yes did that wishing star granted my wish but it came upon a storm of truth that broke my heart and my world scattered like a broken glass". he and I wish to be forever..........
but that it wasn't meant...
are destiny from the start was a lie, and of love.... why? is it wrong to love some one that your family hate with all mighty hate do I have the right to love? will i stand alone to see the beautiful sunrise and if this be my lonely end let be death that carries me for i have the memories of that night in that masquerade ball in which he who held me and dance with the rhythm of the violin's playing ..
the touch of are hands ..
and the starry night.
the only thing I wish for is not letting go ,
not yet not now....


message 31: by [deleted user] (last edited Feb 20, 2012 08:25AM) (new)

like and comment me, if u guys like it:)


message 32: by [deleted user] (new)

Tell me your honest feedback. Thanks. :D



Without You
by Alice


Without You there's no light,
No guide to the darkness.
Without You there's no happiness, no joy,
as it was you that completed my life.
Without you there's no adventure, no freedom
As I stay trapped in my life long prison.

Without You there's no love, no kisses by the sunset,
No one to say I'm beautiful even when I doubt it,
No one to say 'I'm there for you",
And your reassuring arms wrapping around me,
comforting me and telling me its going to be alright.

Without You, there's no purpose, no meaning in life,
Nothing to pursue or have a passion for,
When I know that passion was you.
Without you there's no laughing, no smiles,
as I drown in my unshed tears of sadness.
Without you there's no comfort, no safety,
as I feel in danger and insecure.
Without you there's no good, nothing pure,
as my soul turns black and eats me from the inside out.

Without You I'm empty and lifeless as a ghost.
Without you I've let my fears overcome me,
let my sea of emotions carry me into oblivion,
and I don't exist any more.

With you, I felt alive.
Your easy going smile and your love,
was all that I needed in my life.
With you, I experienced what it truly felt like to be in love, so thank you.
I never realized the meaning of "living like there's no tomorrow", until now.
There is no tomorrow, no next week, no next year.
Because you're gone.
And as I grow old and you stay young,
will you call me beautiful then?
As I gaze at the clouds wondering if you can see me,
hoping that this was just some bad dream,
I'd wake up to find you next to me,
holding my hand.

With you or without you,
I will love you,
always.


message 33: by Genevieve (new)

Genevieve | 1 comments feedback anyone? ..quick little poem

POWELL DRIVE


Take me back to Powell Drive,
to all of those lost memories,
to my handprint in the cement.

Take me back to the place where I picked the tar,
Where I remember my fingers black,
To that time of serenity

Take me back to the love that I felt,
The smiles plastered on everyone’s faces,
Even my parents.

Take me back to the dreams I had,
The ones that ended at Powell drive,
The ones that shouldn’t have died.

Take me back to everything that I had,
Everything that we had,
Everything that now means nothing.

Take me back to happiness,
To Powell Drive,
My home.


message 34: by [deleted user] (last edited Apr 03, 2012 05:18PM) (new)

Please read... I'm not sure if this is good. Love to hear any constructive critisicm you might have.

Titled: Flowers

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...

(Sorry, I found out that I had the wrong link.)


message 35: by Julian (new)

Julian | 2 comments Errr, yeah, very ambiguous.



The crimson curtain conceals a cake,
to crown the crownless kings.
The cold night knits shadows on
the city’s lime lights
as snow floats from the sky,
canopying buildings
with thin dirt-laden sheets,
and the Day is a pine tree
in the eyes of the blind Sheep.

I glance through the city avenue
only to find smiles twisted
in red ribbons;
Their faces are dark and eyeless,
covered in veils
of tattered white silk.
A black button, on each eye socket,
They resemble carrot-nosed snowmen,
dead, fragile and cold.

Dust and Dirt dance in the
open square, singing with
fumes of frankincense,
scintillating like gold in the
sea of neon lights,
like the fluttering of a hummingbird
in a warm summer night.

I find humans funny.
They chant, trot, happily squeeze
like pigs in a crowded pig pen
in a weather unaccustomed.
Their necks and hands are covered
in scarves and gloves
to lure the fat man out
in a bright brown sledge
carrying man-made presents
in a swollen potato sack.

If you could just see the place,
if only you could.
Not only through postcards--
those painted portraits of walking
food--but through your own eyes
behind the disguise mask,
through the looking glass.
The abundance of oxygen. The newly
mature sun glowing. Everything.

Yes, I do not forget. Arms and ribs
lean and muscley, your favourite,
with thin bones that you can gnaw on
and a bottle of myrrh-perfumed wine,
all wrapped in a Christmas paper.

After all, it's the Christmastime
of joys and giving
the frigid season
humans can freely look
at their reflection
in the surface of the
frozen lake


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