writing a poem its a funny thing, it make you want to rhyme to get that nice ring, the ring that will make others see, what exactly this poem is supposed to be, but when your done...
She spoke to the moonWords she dared never tell another soulAnd it became her best friendWho granted her light as darkness cameWhen the clouds of black blanketed the skyIt lit up...
Charles told me at dinner last night that there is another party tonight like the one at the house in Hornsey, but this one is in Wimbledon, near Wimbledon Park. It has a theme...
She stopped looking both ways
Before crossing the street
She stopped telling you where she wanted to go
And instead went wherever anyone else went
She stopped counting the pills...
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you'll bring the butter
I'll bring the glue.
This is a bet. If any of you can make something erotic out of that, I lose.
If you don't, the cow...
The dense fog clouding her mind,Pieces of clarity she needed to find.Would it be found in the words on this page?Or something that would never be gauged?Is life tracked along one...
One day the whole world will be contained in a mobile phone
and then some aliens will find it in a public toilet
(where someone left it without realising :S)
when they stop for...
I'm usually pretty good at poetry, but I haven't written in years and I kinda lost my touch.
We have to write a poem in English, though, and I've been stuck these past few days. I...
I write so-called poems
when the nights are long--
sing the praises of false ladies--
through the dark hours
I push words out of place.
thin lips, gray eyes, blonde hair...
I took a creative writing class in college. I can't remember now if I took it because I thought it would be a "bunny" class or if it was required for my Early Childhood Education...
On a good day I can write into worlds into existence and tear them to the ground in the same breath. My eloquence is matched only by the articulacy of my prose. I am the sage...
Sometimes I just write whatever, whenever.
For what is a man,
Without his voice?
Is he free? A slave?
Is it all by choice?
Do we trust,
They who say,
We can make...
I never used to like poetry but when my mentor sat me down about how I can experience new things to find my true talent, I gave in. So I stumbled across the first poem I ever wrote...
Letters to my husband
I found this poem looking at something else. I cut me deep. Will this be our daughter...
Coniatore (A Pound of Flesh)
I've sung women on two continents,
but it's all meat,
and so I'll sing of the wind.
Hair, breasts, hips, and the year flies,
hanging upon the...
I love. You love.
We all know what love does.
We know what it was.
But it's all a fuzz.
The meet. The greet.
The part where we secretly worship at each others' feet.
We act like...
I said this to one at a point in my life, I ask that JESUS guide this person in the right direction, for we can only learn to live for and love one another, but only through the...
this accumulation, this build-up of details,
emptied like a trash-can at my feet, this defeat
in the face of larger law; you, who would unseat
the primacy of what is, it...
(A poem about man as a being, our life on earth and the emotions that brought us here. Curiously, loosely rhymed in couplets from stanza to stanza. A bit different...
My heart on EP
My heart has felt many emotions in such little time
I'll try to put it in a poem and see if it will rhyme.
Looking for attention is what I first came to seek
Ok finished the poem i was writing that some have seen -.- finally done in comment because they remove it from here -.-
Every Minuit there's somebody being slain
Every second somebody will cry in pain
Somewhere right now somebody's having their first kiss
Somewhere right now you'll find...
Down a Wooded Path
When sun is shining bright
And the sky is blue and clear,
Free of any kinds of clouds,
We should go outside for a walk
Out where to, you may ask?
Well,out to the...
Hitler, you were the first mad man,
You overthrew the German leadership with a plan you squirted on the can,
Yes, you're worse than the Taliban,--
Your motives are selfish and...
All of the times when everything is wrong
And you're feeling like
There's no use going on
You can't give it up
I hope you work it out and carry on
Side by side,
With you till the...
So, I had an idea for a story, and, for whatever reason, I decided to tell the story as a poem. It is definitely the longest poem I've ever attempted, but I'm trying to use several...
Here's a poem i made up on the spot. Is it any good? Is it worth reading? Well i will let you all decide that for yourselves. Anyway, here's the poem and i call it:
I wrote a couple of poems hope you liked it
one kid under the table
second one eating dogs food
the other one is drawing on the walls other one is spilling food on the...
a mound there was at village square,
and many asked, "who's buried there?"
and like my father long since dead,
when my turn came I sagely said,
"a horse there is long...
where is the postcard sales(we laughed at)man?
caught in the shade hamburg awning his shadow stays
where it stood;
the day passes on its way, where?
where is the...
I was really into it a couple months ago. I might make some new material again. I just think it's hard sometimes as I'm not very creative
I don't really write poems but I had to for class so I wrote this one. It's alright
"Silence In The Night"
She stood speechless in the dark
Tears running down her face
Four stages of grief
First stage is denial
Second is depression
Third is anger
Last is acceptance
Shoot I went straight to anger and slowly turning towards acceptance.
I spend my time with voices of 'reason',
Which makes it harder to rocket ship away,
as they say I have no fuel.
No mutual, moral handshake or arm to guard you from...
One of my Favorite poem from J.Keats...
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness...
I really do, wanna write a story or poem or something, but I guess I'm not inspired enough :/
Day 1: As You Like It
This Shakespearian treasure stars Laurence Olivier. This movie has many love stories. There is one scene where a poem to Rosaline is posted on many trees...
Jerome finished wiping down the disheveled tables where hipsters had sat only moments before, chugging down pumpkin spice teas, and overpriced coffee beverages. How could people be...
I love the fact that I am black and beautiful, play guitar, am very empathetic, love to laugh, and can write poems.
As simple as it is,
From the time I was born,
living in world that I was not seeing,
from which I came from,
looking at my new surrounding,
knowing this is the first page...
I write song lyrics. I suck at it though. It's more like a poem than lyrics.