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Post by Ele Mantel on Feb 4, 2010 20:44:38 GMT -5
Write a poem.
No rules, as long as it's some kind of poem
Best one gets a prize or something.
you have till midnight feb 12th
go
some example:
Teenage love.
Love
Color, warmth
Warming, helping, overpowering
Hapiness, memories, destruction, remorse
freezing, hurting, withering
black, cold
pain
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Post by Candy Biu on Feb 4, 2010 21:28:18 GMT -5
Black
For the beatings,
My emotions beaten and bruised.
Red
For the blood,
Shed to be with you.
Orange
For the fire,
My passion and desire
Yellow
For the bright light,
Future’s shining beacon.
Green
For the budding
Love yet to be realized.
Cyan
For the calming sea,
Reassurance we are to be.
Blue
For the tears,
Given in sadness.
Purple
For the consultations,
Telling me how to work this out.
Pink
To signify the love,
A longing vein running deep.
White
For the purity,
My undying love
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Post by Balto-Boy on Feb 4, 2010 22:23:05 GMT -5
Alrighty... let's take a crack at it...
Little Chicago, Little Chicago
The city lost in the midst of ruins.
I remember once how tall you once did stand
And now I weep as I see you sinking in the sand
What happened to the Little Chicago I once knew?
Did the lions surround and devour you?
Were you ignored as titans rose to glory?
Is that what happened, Little Chicago?
Because from countless others, I have heard that same, horrid story.
The world as turned its back on you,
It has left you to rot,
Left you for the strong, youthful blood.
They will forget you, but I will not.
You shall always hold a place in my heart.
O Little Chicago...
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Post by Shackles on Feb 4, 2010 22:53:22 GMT -5
Facebook
I live on Facebook
I spend my life on Facebook
I post on Facebook
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Post by Gront on Feb 4, 2010 23:01:50 GMT -5
Pro skill there, Shackles. Everyone might as well give up, as he clearly won already.
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Post by Ele Mantel on Feb 4, 2010 23:06:42 GMT -5
Well I mean it's a haiku, which works.
The example posted isn't my submission, just something I typed up just to show what to do I dunno
I'll post something next week maybe.
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Post by drychris1337 on Feb 4, 2010 23:21:25 GMT -5
I see the sky, in a very dark blue
I feel the grass, still wet with fresh dew
The day was long, I wanted to relax
Lie down and listen to the music of a nearby sax
The notes calmed my body and soul
Made me forget about the cold
I rested upon that hill hoping for the best
Only to find that I would awake among a bloodfest
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2010 0:02:19 GMT -5
Don't think too many people saw this in my poem thread, so I'll post it here. Veranda
Take One...
Step One...
We Fly onto Our Greed
Greeds of Avarice
Greeds of Time
Do you see The Veranda
Across the blue?
Alligators seal the lips...
...Upon the red sand
Mind Dwells
Head Swells
And end In-spells
Do We Start Again? |
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Post by InuOrDie on Feb 5, 2010 5:30:15 GMT -5
1127 is a number that follows me wherever I go. And whenever I see it, something eventful happens, so I wrote a poem about it.
Don't laugh, but this poem actually means a whole lot to me.
Eleven Twenty Seven.
How I loathe the time.
Peer into the gash of Heaven.
But it's barely sublime.
Eleven Twenty Seven.
What a rhythmic rhyme.
It can encourage, it can leaven
It can even stop time.
Eleven Twenty Seven.
How I love the day.
Upon the birth of Esteben.
It has molded me like clay.
Edit: I really love your poem, Snakeskull.
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Post by McJesus on Feb 5, 2010 11:53:00 GMT -5
violets are red
roses are blue
this isn't a poem
let's go out
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Post by Ele Mantel on Feb 5, 2010 12:16:38 GMT -5
violets are red roses are blue this isn't a poem let's go out nice |
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