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I hope this is the right place to put this!

 

 

 

Everyone can share poetry here. :) It can be stuff you've written, or even just poems you enjoy (be sure to give credit!).

 

 

I haven't had much time for poetry lately but I love reading it. I'll start by posting a little poem I wrote in high school - almost 4 years ago, yikes! We had to write a sonnet.

 

 

The Snow Leopard

 

Each action deliberate as the first,

A beauty steps lightly, shrouded in grace.

In power and splendour, he is immersed;

Touched by the night, but still bright as day.

And still, he sneaks, unnoticed by many:

Perfect camouflage in coldest of places.

"A danger," think those engulfed by envy,

And "undeserving of familiar faces".

I see something more, and he has seen me -

His eyes as piercing as Cupid's arrows.

I can't turn away: "danger" though he be,

A soft side emerges through his sorrows.

__To keep myself from his grasp, I have fought;

__But danger his is, for I have been caught.

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*impressed whistle*

 

That was pretty awesome.

 

Forget that, it was amazing! I really could actually "see" it, the only line that was a little odd to me was the one bout his eyes. Cool line, but not an accurate image conjured in my head! :P

 

But fantastic. Simply fantastic.

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Ooh, somebody actually made one of these. Is this exclusive to poetry, or are other written works allowed?

 

Anyway, here's some poems I've put in HOP.

 

 

Seat 2B

By JB

 

The bright red rose, dropped out the door;

My love is gone, my love's no more.

I wanted her, that is for sure;

But now our story's but old lore.

 

It started off that fateful day;

I had just gone to see a play.

What play it was, I cannot say;

But only then I started to pray.

 

Pray that the girl, in Seat 2B;

Would ever come to notice me.

That lonely man, away by three;

Who looked at her so desperately.

 

But Lady Luck still gave me nought;

And her true love was what I sought.

So 'twas a plan that which I thought;

Which might just give me love - a lot.

 

During the break, I went to her;

And courageously, I stammered 'Er...

Madam, from what I concur;

I love you; can I be your Sir?'

 

Her, with her fine elegance;

She'd not yet given me a glance.

But then, she fell to a trance,

And said 'Yes' to the romance.

 

And what fine times we then created;

Once we had commenced dating.

It's like we had been fated;

The true love was long awaited.

 

But, alas, it ended badly;

Unless your happened to be Bradley.

He'd stolen her her quite gladly;

Leaving me to mope quite sadly.

 

That's my sad tale, that's my song;

Thinking that we'd get along.

It shows now that I was wrong;

I guess we did not belong...

 

But still, I wish hopefully;

That one day, don't you see;

I'd would happily be;

Reunited with the Girl

From Seat 2B

 

 

 

Change

 

Throughout our life

Some things change

Some for better, some for worst,

Not all things stay the same.

 

Nature perfected the method

From outer space to ants,

They all change in perfect harmony,

Just life animals and plants.

 

Ever spinning around a point,

The closest star, the sun,

Seasons on this earth are made,

Spring, Summer, Winter, and Autumn.

 

All life forms thus act around this,

'Round the seasons that do change,

Since the temperature varies,

Scarcely does it stay the same.

 

Many animals live throughout the winter,

Like many sleepy bears,

By sleepy all of that cold time,

In caves, with their fluffy hairs.

 

Not only do the three planes of space,

Change forevermore.

But the axis of time changes too,

That sneaky hidden fourth.

 

If it weren't for seconds,

We'd all be frozen, stuck

Not by coldness of the seasons,

But by figurative muck.

 

Since time and space always change,

We're enabled to survive,

So maybe, just maybe, you should

Think about it next time,

 

That you complain of change,

 

Because you life off of change.

 

 

I'll see if I can find some others to put here that I've made.

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Nice poems, JB! Rhyming is so difficult - I try to avoid having to use it, and when I do, I feel like I'm twisting my words. Yours flow very smoothly!

 

Feel free to post writing, too, unless you want to create a separate thread - totally up to you!

 

*impressed whistle*

 

That was pretty awesome.

 

Forget that, it was amazing! I really could actually "see" it, the only line that was a little odd to me was the one bout his eyes. Cool line, but not an accurate image conjured in my head! :P

 

But fantastic. Simply fantastic.

Thanks for the feedback! I recognize the line is a little off - I can't remember why I did it, I don't know if I just couldn't think of anything else, or if I was trying to play up the double meaning ( ;) ) in the poem, haha.

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KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

By Sweetdang

 

Footsteps knock on the worn-out path

The road more-traveled

Mistakes more made

A sliver of sin follows

Flickering its forked tongue.

 

It slithers along the long grass bordering the route

And as it passes

The long, brown, dead stalks stand petrified

And then crumble to dust

Touched with poison.

 

It hangs, also

On the ankles of the man

Shadowing, shadowing,

In literal sense

And mimicking movement,

Learning from the damned.

 

 

Sometimes it moves out,

As if to strike at the heel with its poisoned fangs

But then it retreats

Because the man will end up in the fire

With or without its help.

Why waste the effort?

 

The lines across the page are going nowhere

Merely a copy of the story of pierced hands

Forever etched on the bloodied back

With skin torn and hanging in shreds

Throwing a message at the world.

 

But no one listens.

 

Footsteps still travel down the road

That ends in a consumption of fire

Step by step

Inch by inch

Dragging against the road

And knocking the path

That is the Door.

 

The sounds echos through Hell.

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I love writing poetry, but don't feel comfortable posting my stuff online. I really love all of your poems, though! Two questions for you all: 1) Have you ever heard of Andrea Gibson? She's a slam poet & I really love her poetry! 2) Are any of you in school for creative writing? I'm working on my Bachelor's in English with a concentration in Creative Writing. :)

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@Sweetdang: Nice poem. :) (Sorry, I'm bad at constructive criticism).

@Jmt: Why don't you feel comfortable? Because you think someone will steal it, because it's personal?

1: I think I may have...

2: Um...I'm in Grade 8, so no, not yet. I might go into it, but there are so many things I might want to do with my life, I don't know yet...

I should have some more poetry soon...we were doing poetry in English, and I had some free-verses, but we had to give both the rough and good copies to him, so I don't have it now...might write another one soon, though.

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Your poems flows so beautifully...I'm amazed. I like how you guys all have different styles, yet they all evoke a lot of emotion. I have a question, though. Do you guys use a specific structure or style, or do you write it purely from inspiration without much planning?

 

I write a bit of poetry, but I don't have much skill in it yet, so I think I will wait on posting it.

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Victor: Hi! :) I am slightly worried about it getting stolen, plus when you post things online it often becomes the property of the website you post it on. I'm not sure if that's true here, but didn't really want to risk it.

As far as college, I think it's really great to have many interests, anyway! No one should ever limit themselves. :D

 

Venka: I occasionally use different forms and such (I want to improve on this), but most of the time I write in free verse. As for planning, it all depends. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. :)

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Wow! Somebody actually called me Victor! I remember way back when I tried (to no avail) to get people to call me Victor. But they called me JB...oh, the nostalgia...

Anyway, I'm not really that afraid of it being stolen, and even if it is, oh well. It takes me maybe 5, 10 minutes to write them, usually, so I don't mind if it does become the property of TDN.

 

Anyway, here's another poem. :D

 

 

Flowers

By JB

 

Sunflower

Bursting upwards, towards the sun

Always rising, never done

Brilliant shades - golden yellow

With a green stem - quite mellow

 

Rose

Pink and purple, yellow and red

Romantic plant, never dread

Valentines Day, giving to your love

As cute as a flying dove

 

Tulip

Leaves entangling each other

Favorited by your own mother

Plant in bulbs in watch them grow

Always described as 'quite beau'

 

Poppy

I remember with this flower

The eleventh month, day, and hour

The red and black worn round the earth

To mark the thanks, and show the worth

 

Dandelion

But a disrespected weed

A life of torture, never freed

Always pulled out from the garden

Never issued even a pardon

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Your poems flows so beautifully...I'm amazed. I like how you guys all have different styles, yet they all evoke a lot of emotion. I have a question, though. Do you guys use a specific structure or style, or do you write it purely from inspiration without much planning?

 

I write a bit of poetry, but I don't have much skill in it yet, so I think I will wait on posting it.

I have terrible poetry skills WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER. :D

 

I write without planning, but honestly, really good poems can't just "flow from inspiration", unless your inspiration is previously coupled with lots of experience in iambic and structure. I don't like planning though, so that's why they're terrible. :P At most, I write it, then go back a few week later and see how I can better the flow and/or structure.

 

I spend time on mine, but I don't really mind either. :D

 

JB I LIEK YOUR STYLE (returning favour of very failed crit hahaha)

 

lalalala

lalalala

elmos werldd

 

 

SUMMER

By Sweetdang

 

Unfold your ears and listen

Open your eyes and see

The patter of feet; the flutter of wings

Her dance, yet you're blinded to she.

 

She sends you grassy kisses

Roses by midnight blue

The grace from the tips of her leafy toes

Winter's Love frost to woo.

 

Lines of joy and sorrow

Etched on the willow tree

Glittering sparkles upon rippled shell

Displayed for all to see.

 

A cluster of Heather's petals

A pledge of her life with you

Sunshine piercing Morning's mist

The baby ducklings, too.

 

Drooping lids of a tired cat

Dandelions floating away

On the wind into the clouds

On a lazy summer's day.

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I have terrible poetry skills WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER. :D

 

I write without planning, but honestly, really good poems can't just "flow from inspiration", unless your inspiration is previously coupled with lots of experience in iambic and structure. I don't like planning though, so that's why they're terrible. :P At most, I write it, then go back a few week later and see how I can better the flow and/or structure.

 

I spend time on mine, but I don't really mind either. :D

 

JB I LIEK YOUR STYLE (returning favour of very failed crit hahaha)

 

lalalala

lalalala

elmos werldd

 

 

SUMMER

By Sweetdang

 

Unfold your ears and listen

Open your eyes and see

The patter of feet; the flutter of wings

Her dance, yet you're blinded to she.

 

She sends you grassy kisses

Roses by midnight blue

The grace from the tips of her leafy toes

Winter's Love frost to woo.

 

Lines of joy and sorrow

Etched on the willow tree

Glittering sparkles upon rippled shell

Displayed for all to see.

 

A cluster of Heather's petals

A pledge of her life with you

Sunshine piercing Morning's mist

The baby ducklings, too.

 

Drooping lids of a tired cat

Dandelions floating away

On the wind into the clouds

On a lazy summer's day.

 

I like to think of myself having good poetry skills...don't I?

 

I write without planning too, without a good copy. I usually just think of a main point, or a chorus, or even just a line, and write from there....

 

What style? I have a style?

 

And to return the favour again, as my English teacher would say, I can actually visualize summer there.

 

I bet you thought there'd be a poem here! Well, none right now...I'll keep you guys posted, though.

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The sun looks down with it's smiling face

lying in the meadow, forgotten

love and peace

 

The rain poors down as a highspeed race

crying in the clouds, emotions

peace and cold

 

the snow falls in a hot, warm face

silent cold, silence

cold and forever

 

a kiss on the cheek of the one you should embrace

a quiet moment, little moment

forever and love

 

 

HAHA, one of my recent poems, i write a lot of them.

this one isn't my best i guess, it didn't took me long to write.

i hope somebody sees the link between the couplets :)

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HAHA, one of my recent poems, i write a lot of them.

this one isn't my best i guess, it didn't took me long to write.

i hope somebody sees the link between the couplets :)

The 'link' was the first thing I noticed! :D Very cool!

 

 

 

@ JB - you're only in grade 8?! :O I'm extra impressed! There's no way I could have written poems like that at that age haha.

 

 

I love everyone's poems! ^_^

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Why? (I love you)

By Victor

 

If you just came out of the closet and said you're bi,

Why is it that I

Still can not muster the strength;

Obtain the courage;

To say those three simple words:

I love you

 

If you're ready to potentially to stunned,

By them homophobes, them crazy Christian Nuns,

Why can I not tell you,

One-on-one, not to the world,

No reputation stakes;

Just dread of mistakes

 

Why can I not just tell you,

That since I've known you,

You've blown my mind away;

And I want you a lot,

But more than that,

I don't want to lose you

 

Why do I think you'll not like me,

If I tell you I like you?

Why harm would come?

I'd hope none...

But I can't be sure...

And as the old adage goes, 'better safe than sorry'

 

Why can't I be like you,

Bold, brave, forward-going, new;

Why am I in the back,

Waving goodbye while you say hello,

With me but a distant memory -

A good one, I'd hope

 

Admitting you're bi's supposedly a big deal;

But if so,

Why have you just done it,

While I've not even written the letter;

Sad in the back,

With you the front row

 

This poem's for you;

That much is certainly true;

But I'll doubt you'll ever read it;

Cause I'm too shy, too scared;

To tell a girl like you,

Those three simple words.

 

I love you.

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The 'link' was the first thing I noticed! :D Very cool!

 

 

 

@ JB - you're only in grade 8?! :O I'm extra impressed! There's no way I could have written poems like that at that age haha.

 

 

I love everyone's poems! ^_^

I am now going to be a genius and ask what grade 8 is.

 

13-14?

That's what wikipedia tells me. :D

Hi five bruh.

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Victor/JP: So would you like to be called Victor, or JP? :) Also, I agree with everyone else: you're really amazing at poetry!

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Wow. Sonnets are really hard and that was gorgeous. I have one of my own somewhere, but I can't find it. I think it must be on my other computer.
I recently wrote a series of short ecotopian stories that followed an over-arching plot and were accompanied by some poems. Not sure whether they make sense outside my world building, but I can give it a go. Perhaps some day I'll post the whole thing.

Eeee, I'm nervous. I've never done this before...

The Place We Began

1: Become River

When darkness threatens

And hearts falter in kindness

Lie beneath the river,

Lie beneath its waters,

Lie beneath the Earth

And be known.



2: Green Corn Dance

As you sit in fields

Of yellow constant and firm,

Love sunlight

And rain.

Dance in the mud and mossy puddles.

As you sweep through valleys

Of green corn, sage, and thyme,

Love the wise father of progression.

And his humour

Dance in the mud

And in the dust.



3: The Mathematics Of Resonant Bodies

Sleepy sheols minding their

Dripping, creaking, elloquescence.

Thick with el ; isior

Onomatrophied demesne.

Demise.

Gutted graves sleeping in piscinium

Arches of bones.

And stone.



4: Strange and Sacred Noises

Perceive yourself as you are

Honestly

And with caution.

Listen to the drums of the heart.

Where is the abyss into which you cast your fears,

Sighing and calling?

The root-earth writhes in fire

And the piercing cries

Of the under.

As you take flight, mesmerised by veined wings,

Sweeping beneath you,

As you alight in sky dance.

Where is the line between flying and falling?



5: Three High Places

Sky in yellow

And sky in white.

Day-brother and Night-sister dance

Through fine dust, like pollen

Scattered across the sky.

Across her home.

Embrace sunlight

Adore moonlight

Piece starlight together in all their might

And precision.



6: Become Ocean

Rejoice, for sleep is near.

Fear not, for the ocean knows you

Through waters deep and clear

And will welcome you.

Wherever your seeds be sown,

Know that you are known.

Lie. Be content.

A blanket of sea foam,

A pillow of algae,

Fear not, for home is Here.


 

Why? (I love you)

By Victor


If you just came out of the closet and said you're bi,

Why is it that I

Still can not muster the strength;

Obtain the courage;

To say those three simple words:

I love you


If you're ready to potentially to stunned,

By them homophobes, them crazy Christian Nuns,

Why can I not tell you,

One-on-one, not to the world,

No reputation stakes;

Just dread of mistakes


Why can I not just tell you,

That since I've known you,

You've blown my mind away;

And I want you a lot,

But more than that,

I don't want to lose you


Why do I think you'll not like me,

If I tell you I like you?

Why harm would come?

I'd hope none...

But I can't be sure...

And as the old adage goes, 'better safe than sorry'


Why can't I be like you,

Bold, brave, forward-going, new;

Why am I in the back,

Waving goodbye while you say hello,

With me but a distant memory -

A good one, I'd hope


Admitting you're bi's supposedly a big deal;

But if so,

Why have you just done it,

While I've not even written the letter;

Sad in the back,

With you the front row


This poem's for you;

That much is certainly true;

But I'll doubt you'll ever read it;

Cause I'm too shy, too scared;

To tell a girl like you,

Those three simple words.


I love you.

 


And wow. 14 tomorrow? That's so cool. It's awesome to see people developing their skills early :)
Also, good luck with that girl! I ship it already :P

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“Demoness”



Scratching behind the walls and on my skin


She wants to start a battle that I won’t win


Pulling my hair and tugging and my clothes


Demoness won’t be left alone


She whines and begs until she gets her way


Demoness is here to stay


Tearing at my hair


Giving me a sinister glare


Demoness insist that she gets her way


Until she leaves and disappears


Demoness is trapped within me


She is responsible for every tear


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“Demoness”

Scratching behind the walls and on my skin

She wants to start a battle that I won’t win

Pulling my hair and tugging and my clothes

Demoness won’t be left alone

She whines and begs until she gets her way

Demoness is here to stay

Tearing at my hair

Giving me a sinister glare

Demoness insist that she gets her way

Until she leaves and disappears

Demoness is trapped within me

She is responsible for every tear

 

 

Pretty <3

Reading your interests, I have a weird obsession with kitsune I wrote a thing with a minor character that was one and ever since, every time I see a fox, I get chills. Also, writing a novel? That's so cool! Going by your poetry, I'd say it was going to be pretty good <3

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Will just post my favorite poem:

 

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
- e.e. cummings

 

Our wedding bands have "i carry your heart" engraved in them.

 

:P

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Oh my goodness, I absolutely adore ee cummings! On the wall in my room I have around 100 poems tacked up, and a good lot of them are him.

I guess I'll post one of my poems while I'm at it.

 

Poets do not write because it is easy.

We write because it hurts, because every letter brings sadness and freedom.

We sigh words and build towers,

sprawling cities and flowering beauty at our every touch.

Creation may be the greatest mystery of the world,

But have no doubt of our fabrications.

 

We write to tell.

 

We are tears from too old eyes, staring blankly at a world wiped clean of meaning

We are the scribes, the critics and the virtuosos

The tellers of tales long dead, which have yet to be discovered.

Listen close and hear the echoes of the past crying mercy.

 

We write to share.

 

We are the smell of space in the wind, the creak of time in the water.

We fill the gaps of what was and is,

stuff them with words and sew them with lullabies.

Run your fingers through a poem and feel the fault lines,

See where even we went wrong.

 

We write to close the lies.

 

No, poets do not write because it is easy.

We write because we must.

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