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:D That's awesome! Then you can go back to sleep and review your work in the morning! And for me I probably would read it and freak out thinking that someone had broke into my house to write it! Lol!
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Uhm, yeah... That too.... :P
I actually don't review my work until after I uploaded it.... I hardly ever change stuff....
Here is a silly little poem I wrote after a school class where we were spray painting. Afterword's everyone's hands had strange color splatters from the paint! My friend contracted a terrible disease,
Oh me! Oh my! She's turned blue you see?
The blue in her hair, the blue on her face,
She must have clearly been in the wrong place!
But I look at my own hands and am surprised to see,
The spray paint that is also on me!!!!!
Maj wrote: "Bridgette ~Hobey Ho, Lets Go~ wrote: "Then you can go back to sleep and review your work in the morning!"Uhm, yeah... That too.... :P
I actually don't review my work until after I uploaded it......."
That's good! :D Whenever I review my work I have the sudden impulse to burn it!
This one was going to be the ending to another poem... but I decided it sounded good by its self.I sense others' troubles,
and help when I can.
But I here recognize,
I am but a man.
I'm pretty sure this was one of the first poems that I wrote when I got bored in English class.Sometimes the world flies by too fast,
Those are times when we focus on the past.
But when we stop and enjoy the present,
The past and future indeed look unpleasant.
This one I wrote when I got bored in Algebra...Why can't I touch the sky?
Please tell me. Why? Oh, why?
I open up the pages, you see,
and that is as close as I may be,
to the welcoming white and blue sea.
It makes me sad, not to fly.
Why, oh why can't my wings touch the sky?
I yearn for the clean air,
and the wind in my hair,
and for the sun's pleasant glare.
Can you not see me, flying so high?
Although, it is not my wings touching the sky.
I'm not really sure what this is...The Hidden Things
The shadows hide beasts,
vicious and hungry.
The clouds hide the sun,
waiting for its time to shine.
The moss hides the tree,
long living and peaceful.
The spring hides the winter,
cold and dreadful.
The snow hides the clouds,
swirling and blowing.
Anger hides the sorrow,
building up within.
The illusions hide the truth,
others don't want us to see.
Smoke hides the fire,
eating more and more.
The expressions hide the feelings,
keeping them unknown.
Smiles show happiness,
so smile more often.
"My friends are always there for me,as far or close as they may be,
but even closer here you see,
is indeed my family."
This is one of my favorites. I wrote it while in the car.The mountains line up with their blue-silver trim,
While behind them the shadows lengthen and dim.
The trees seem to shrink as the distance grows cold,
and behind the white turns crimson and gold.
Yet before darkness takes whole power,
there is but one simply short hour,
when the Sun shines in its full beauty and glory,
declaring and sharing its hard won victory.
The promise that light will again reclaim,
the lands that were once part of its domain.
I love the last three! I'm really bad at writing poetry, particularly rhyming, but this is amazing!
Haha! Thank you! :DIf you are ever looking for help, I'd be happy to assist you with rhyming words or whatever! :)
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I really love your poem under message 12! Keep up the great work :-). I used to write poetry all the time, and now I want to get back into it!
:D Thank you guys so much! I was hesitant to put them on here... I don't usually think people will enjoy what I write. Thanks for the support! You guys are awesome!!
And don't feel hesitant to put your work up because anyone who belittles your writing is just jealous.
:O I've never thought about it that way...
Yep. Or they're just mean and immature.
((This one is a little sad, and sloppy))I did not know you well, dear friend,
but here I see at journeys end,
that together we are stronger,
though the distance may seem longer.
You helped me through the darkness,
bringing with you the brightness,
and pulled me through the pain,
and it pains me to know I will never see you're smile again.
This is so good! It reminds me of a certain episode of Doctor Who that made me cry. That's a good thing, by the way.
Rhyming words,and colorful birds,
and poems that make no sense.
Here is a short story I wrote a couple years back:The cold tugged at my long, grey fur and the snow crunched beneath my paws as I climbed the rocky cliff-trail. The small pack, my pack, had never endured such a cold season. It became so cold in our valley that we had to leave.
We left for many reasons, like food. There was not enough of it to feed five adult wolves and two middle-aged pups. Another reason was the icy winds that brought snow, my pack couldn’t live in them a moment longer, but things were worse in the mountains. The snow seemed to fall in waves, the ice clung to everything, the wind howled at us, and the sun hid in a fur coat of grey.
We have been traveling through, across, and even around the Rocky Mountains for only three days now, yet we are exhausted and starving. This is not good. The two alphas, Kito and Mara, are snappier than usual. Bask and Alla, the betas, were lagging behind. Flick, the omega, was off hunting nearby. Then, there is Ren, my brother, and I. We were right behind the alphas in the small path that they carved for us through the chest deep snow. The path was shallow, but still too deep for Ren and I to walk confidently.
Kito tilted back his head and howled the “Come gather” howl. My brother and I closed the distance between the alphas and us in seconds. Bask and Alla arrived minutes later, panting. Flick didn’t come.
Kito growled, baring his teeth in annoyance. He was angry. Alla, Bask, Ren, and I hunkered down in the snow, trying to look smaller. When Kito was angry, bad things could happen. He probably would have left Flick behind when we left the valley, but Mara wouldn’t let him. Mara was nicer than Kito, but she was still an alpha.
Kito howled again. This time it was an agitated “Come gather” howl. We waited. I looked around for Flick’s familiar brown tail, but it never showed. I whined. Flick had been our playmate, the pups I mean.
After a long wait in the freeing snow Kito tilted his head back and howled yet again. This howl was very different from the previous calls. It sang of loss, sorrow, and pain. The “Death and loss” howl. One-by-one we all joined in. First was Mara. Then, Alla and Bask. And, finally, Ren and I.
Once we were done with our song Kito took the lead and Mara walked at his side. The pack continued our long trek. As I walked I thought. I measured the odds of the rest of us surviving, wondered when our next meal would be, what our new home would look like, when we would stop and rest for the night, and how long we would be in these mountains.
I began to hear strange noises coming from the forest to my right. I sniffed the air and sneezed. I have never smelled that before. I was curious but I kept walking. After a while the smell got stronger. I crept off the path. None of the other wolves noticed.
I crept around snow-covered bushes, under the remains of iced trees, and past cold rocks until I found the source of the strange smells and sounds. Lying in the snow, just under a bush, was a small, white bird. It looked like a grouse from the old valley but white was the wrong color.
Instinct took over and I crept around the bush, towards the bird. My paws hardly made a noise as I pushed through the snow. Once I was close enough to the prey, I jumped. This bird was very easy to kill and looked delicious. I would eat it now, but the alphas had to eat first. This was pack law, all wolves follow it.
I followed my own path back to the main trail, dragging the dead bird with me. When I found the main trail I dropped the bird. There were no other wolves in sight. I tilted my head back and howled the “food” howl. I stopped and listened for answering howls, none came. There was no noise except for the rustling of the wind in my bird’s feathers.
I howled again, more urgent this time. I heard nothing. I whined. Either they were too far ahead to hear my song or… maybe dead.
I steeled myself for the worst, picked up my bird, and continued on the path that Kito and Mara had made. After a small while my limbs grew heavy, the food seemed to also, but still I pushed on.
The trail became steeper, more windy, and rockier. Suddenly, the trail split. I looked one way, then the other. I chose left.
No more than eight steps down the trail the hard, frozen, ground gave way to a very tall cliff. I turned, dropped the bird behind me, and crept to the edge of the drop. There, on the ground below, barely visible, lay two lifeless bodies. Wolf bodies. I whined and looked back to read the tracks.
Ren had fallen. Bask had caught him. The snow had given way. And they had both fallen to their deaths.
I tilted my head back and watched the snow fall on my muzzle for a while. Then, I let loose a howl. This was a new song. It had not been sung before. This howl sang of sadness, fear, anger, loss, grief, and a call. I was calling the remaining pack members, but they could not hear my needful cries.
I felt like my song could be heard for miles. I felt like it should go on forever, but I had to move. My mouth carried the bird, my paws carried me. I followed the trail that Kito, Mara, and Alla were (hopefully) still traveling on. I am scared, yet I still have hope.
I continued walking until I thought I would drop. I dug into a snow drift just off the trail and slept with the dead bird at my paws.
When I woke the trail had been nearly covered in fresh snow, but there was still enough of it left to follow. I ate my snow-bird and immediately felt better, yet worse. I had given none to Mara or Kito, but I assume that they would understand if they were still here.
A wolf is nothing without their pack, I thought miserably as I trudged along, paws dragging. Flick, gone. Ren, gone. Bask, gone. I winced as every name and face flashed in my head. I know I should leave the dead in the past, but a wolf pack had ties deeper than the moon and start.
Suddenly, the trail was fresh! I could smell Kito, Mara, and Alla! I began to run. The trail soon opened up to a large view of a beautiful green valley.
I threw back my head and howled. This song was not sad, nor full of loss. This song was glad, exited, warm, welcoming, promising, and sang of new things.
Three howls answered mine.
I was lost.
I am found.
And now, I am home.
Thank you so much! :D This story is really old.........
((Something I wrote a while ago...))We thought it was over, we thought we were safe. It turns out we were wrong, so wrong. Nothing is left for us, and now there is even less than nothing. Oblivion is all that is waiting at home. So, now we cannot return home. There is no home left where we used to call home. Nothing left but ashes. No family, no friends… except those who are with me now. This is it, all we have. But it will be enough because we are special, and nobody else understands us. We have each other, and it will be enough.
Rubyfirewoods12=^.^= wrote: ":D"My thoughts exactly
Something I started working on but didn't finish:A crown, a crown for the great king's head,
A crown, a crown the great king is dead...
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Sometimes the worst is as good as it gets. Especially when you are on the run. So, the worst is all we can get. Knowing this, we make the worst into the best and then we move on. We travel around, never staying in one place for long, because if we stand too still they will find us. If they find us we are as good as dead.
I, for some odd reason, have inspiration striking at (usually) the worst times. I like beginning stories and getting something going but then I rarely finish it! I often spout random poetry and beginnings for stories are from the weirdest places that inspiration can strike! :D I hope to write something good soon and truly finish it but until then I might be spouting off some random stuff! Enjoy! Please don't be afraid to criticize my work!