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Poems You Wrote.
Wow thats really good!The only one i have wrote, was for my dad, because i thiught i wasnt as cloce to him anymore....
Slow Down Daddy.
Slow down daddy,
you're walking too fast,
Slow down daddy my legs just won't last.
Slow down daddy,
I'm holding you're hand,
Slow down daddy,
it's in you're shadow i stand.
Slow down daddy
and wait for me,
Slow down daddy,
In my eyes you're all i see.
Slow down daddy,
It's in you're footsteps I'll follow,
Slow down daddy,
Your words to me are never hollow.
Slow down daddy,
i was once so young, but that is now in the past,
Slow down daddy,
I have grown up so fast.
Slow down daddy,
you are my protector,
Slow down daddy,
and stay with me forever...
This is for my dad who i love so much. He has guided me always.
thanks... but yours is amazing!! i love it.
wow Yasmin. that's way touching! ")
Thanks but i'm not very good at poems, i prefer stories :D. But i really love yours Rachel, because there is so much depth and feeling and thats what poems should be.
Rachels is quite amazing! I can't do poems at all! I can rhyme the easy stuff like... Cat Hat Quack and all that stuff but if you ask me to type a poem it is most definitely going to sound like jibberish. :|
I was bored one day in English while we were writing some poems, then an idea came to me, and I wrote it down.
A Dream
I may feel lost,
But I’m not.
I may feel exuberant,
Maybe.
I may feel enchanted,
Crazy.
I may feel longing,
I think so.
I may feel love,
Who doesn’t?
But still . . .
What?
I feel all of these,
Why?
At the same time,
Weird.
My mind wanders,
Where?
To a parallel world,
Come again?
My eyes are closed,
Sleepy?
I hear and see things,
Like a horror movie?
Like I’m really there,
Sweet . . .
Then light pours in,
Don’t go towards the light!
What’s going on?
Really.
My eyes flicker open,
Thank heavens!
I’m back in my room,
How?
Lying in my covers.
Cozy.
I smell something,
What is it?
Pancakes and Maple Syrup,
Yum.
It is morning.
The End.
A Dream
I may feel lost,
But I’m not.
I may feel exuberant,
Maybe.
I may feel enchanted,
Crazy.
I may feel longing,
I think so.
I may feel love,
Who doesn’t?
But still . . .
What?
I feel all of these,
Why?
At the same time,
Weird.
My mind wanders,
Where?
To a parallel world,
Come again?
My eyes are closed,
Sleepy?
I hear and see things,
Like a horror movie?
Like I’m really there,
Sweet . . .
Then light pours in,
Don’t go towards the light!
What’s going on?
Really.
My eyes flicker open,
Thank heavens!
I’m back in my room,
How?
Lying in my covers.
Cozy.
I smell something,
What is it?
Pancakes and Maple Syrup,
Yum.
It is morning.
The End.
Ha Ha!! that's a hilarious poem! It's way good too! Ha ha!! "D
haha here's one-Happy girl, pretty girl,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
Her city fell, it was destroyed,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
She and her sister were now orphaned,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
The king did find them, clothed them, fed them,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
Her sister had dreams of the future to come,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
While she endured nightmares of horrible things that would come to be,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
The people, they blamed her for their troubles,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
She was exiled to live all alone,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
Driven by jealousy and sadness she lived by herself,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
She mastered her powers during all those years,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
Now she was really magical!,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
Then she saw her sister come,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
Her city was in danger, it needed her help,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
But jealousy over ruled and she ignored her sister,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
But her conscience burned so horribly,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
So she went and fought hard, she fought well, using her magic,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
When she was done the king was proud,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
He welcomed her back to the city to live with her sister,
Woe the tale of Caylis,
But she declined, choosing to live all alone,
Woe the tale of Caylis.
wow... that's deep! totally an epic poem of a whole girls tale in one poem! That's what I call talent!
I like it Allie! Here's one of mine:Nightmares
Eyes of shadow,
skin of milk.
Hands of screams
and death.
Life of darkness,
life of tears.
Life of fear
and emptiness.
Turn the lights on,
and it's gone.
But turn them off again,
and it comes creeping back.
There is no escape
from your own mind.
Nightmares will rule again.
That sends shivers up my spine! That's pretty creepy! Cool Morgan!! that's great! This group has poets, major writers, I mean c'mon! What could make this better? "D
It would be interesting to actually see some publishers explore this group, and want to publish our work! That would be awesome!!!
I was thinking that!! This is a group made of genius'!! :D
I'm honestly really glad that this group is here. This way we can ALL learn from eachother and about everyone else's writing, and how we can help each other to make eachother's writing better, and more fun to read!!
Yeah!! I love this Group!!! Its the best!! My favorite part about goodreads!!
I just wrote a poem about poems!Poems.
I find them quite interesting.
They swirl about
In my head
Never standing still.
Line by line they form
But then they change
And morph
The lines
Scream out 'Write me!
I don't care if I rhyme!
I am a poem
and I demand to be written
even if it takes a year's time!'
So I listen
I obey
What choice do I have,
When the words can flow through me
And out of my hands?
The pencil will scratch
They keys will click clack
Until the lines of chaos form order
And the poem comes to an end.
Yes, that is the story of the poem
With a beginning
Middle
And end.
Now these lines no longer scream out
'Write me!'
This poem has spoken it's tale
All it wants now
is to be sent on
Through something such as an e-mail.
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That's way cool!! "D I love it!!!
One could feel the poetry rise in their Soul!!! "D
Those are really good!! I wish I was a good poet, but.....I stink!!!
Could you guys tell me what you think about this? I think it's missing a few things..... Have any suggestions?He ran,
she skipped.
Good friends.
He breathed,
she sang.
So unalike.
He gamed,
she read.
So many differences.
He spoke,
she wrote.
Inseperable.
But......
He stayed,
she left.
Ripped apart.
He forgot,
she dreamed.
Once such friends.
He moved on,
and her?
She was stuck remembering.
Remembering the times when he ran,
and when she skipped.
It's actually like a story. . . I can see it in words. Like they were childhood friends, then as they get older, they discover the big difference between them. She moves, and he stays longing for her. Then the rest of the story is them being seperated and growing up loving eachother and needing eachother, and then they meet again somehow . . . ooh I like it. :D
I love it! And I honestly don't think you need to change the ending!
yeah, it's really good. I could totally write it out into a book!
hey, poetry writers you should try poetry.comyou should enter a contest with your poems. i did that with my poem and i'm getting it published.
"WHY"
why?
why must life be hard?
why?
why must life be harsh?
Why?
why does it make us cry, scream or laugh?
why?
why should we care?
A darker shadow!!!!!this is a poem about my darkside.....
The dark side of the wall.
It stares at me,
its eyes breaking through the shadows.
It’s total evil slicing through me;
it’s starving, for me.
It wants me to come closer and forget about everything.
I can’t forget.
I sit in the shadow of the shadow;
staring at what my life used to be.
They said I didn’t care,
that I flushed my whole life down the drain.
I never did my work, taking zero as a grade.
That is why I’m still here.
I’m stomping on the shards of glass,
grinding them into the carpet.
When I’m done I start to think;
now I do care.
Whoosh!
I throw the knife at the dark side of the wall.
It bleeds black poison
just like my heart.
I pull the weapon out maybe thinking of saying sorry.
I think not.
Just then the wall grabs me and pulls out my heart;
it is black just like the shadow.
I’m the shadow,
a shadow that never has light.
The dark side of the wall.
It stares at me,
its eyes breaking through the shadows.
It’s total evil slicing through me;
it’s starving, for me.
It wants me to come closer and forget about everything.
I can’t forget.
I sit in the shadow of the shadow;
staring at what my life used to be.
They said I didn’t care,
that I flushed my whole life down the drain.
I never did my work, taking zero as a grade.
That is why I’m still here.
I’m stomping on the shards of glass,
grinding them into the carpet.
When I’m done I start to think;
now I do care.
Whoosh!
I throw the knife at the dark side of the wall.
It bleeds black poison
just like my heart.
I pull the weapon out maybe thinking of saying sorry.
I think not.
Just then the wall grabs me and pulls out my heart;
it is black just like the shadow.
I’m the shadow,
a shadow that never has light.
this is a poem against pollution!!!!!!
Summer rain
Smelling sweet like the flowers
Always calming down a heart-broken soul
It falls,
Through my matted and dirty hair
Touching the ground with softness
I feel free in the rain
It calls me to a place I call home
The river
The mountains
The ocean
The prairie
As the rain touches my face it burns
Thunder rolls in the sky
I stick out my tongue
maybe for a drink
the sweet rain is
tainted
the thunder rolls
I cry
What happened to the
Sweetness?
Childhood?
And
Loving memories?
Where did they all run of to?
Now every bite
Of life
Is tainted
With hatred
Prejudice
Rejection
And
No respect
For
The earth
And the
Animals
Save me!
Take me away from this place that we call home!
How is that I stumbled
To this
Place of
Misery
And
Longing
Whatever
Happened to
Sweet summer
rain?
Summer rain
Smelling sweet like the flowers
Always calming down a heart-broken soul
It falls,
Through my matted and dirty hair
Touching the ground with softness
I feel free in the rain
It calls me to a place I call home
The river
The mountains
The ocean
The prairie
As the rain touches my face it burns
Thunder rolls in the sky
I stick out my tongue
maybe for a drink
the sweet rain is
tainted
the thunder rolls
I cry
What happened to the
Sweetness?
Childhood?
And
Loving memories?
Where did they all run of to?
Now every bite
Of life
Is tainted
With hatred
Prejudice
Rejection
And
No respect
For
The earth
And the
Animals
Save me!
Take me away from this place that we call home!
How is that I stumbled
To this
Place of
Misery
And
Longing
Whatever
Happened to
Sweet summer
rain?
Wow...... That was awsome!!!! You are a really good writer!
So, do you believe in Global Warming?
Cause I don't. It doesn't exist.
Cause I don't. It doesn't exist.
I like It! Even though I'm not worried about GW I'm more worried about the 2 ice age. Hey guys!!! My sister is having a deep poetic rut, a guy is asking for a profound poetic text but she can't do it! Help!
Why don't you believe in Global Warming, Callie? Oh and has anyone noticed, this summer is the hottest summer I've ever experienced. At least in California.
yeah, it does get hot, but that's summer!
The earth is just heating and cooling like normal. And apparently the scientists are saying now, that we've been 'cooling' for ten years.
The earth is just heating and cooling like normal. And apparently the scientists are saying now, that we've been 'cooling' for ten years.
POETRY!!! Help please!! "_ I'm not good with poems!
even if they're short, they can be good!!!twinkle, shine
show me the way
dance, flicker
a beautiful
light
Over
The soft gaze of her eyes,
Underneath it lies the fear.
As the tears slowly trickle,
A path down her cheek.
This heart of glass about to shatter,
But isn't it already broken?
His eyes lie elsewhere,
Avoiding the moment, but he can't hide forever.
The steady glare,
He speaks the words she thought he would never say.
Her tears are falling faster,
And her heart tells her it's too late.
Nothing can save her,
Only his
love.But he's already gone.
Dedication: Mike... I miss you.