poems

[someone]

i was looking to talk to some one about poetry and i couldnt find anyone so i made up this thread so if anyone has any poems put them up.
here is one that i wrote

My LIfe
walking down the street what do u see. flowers,huge towers,nothing but peace in these streets. if thats all u see you should come visit me,couse life down here aint that easy..Guns weed,greed, shots,people getting killed is the life i live. Walking down these streets you cant be seen,Kids getting pregnant and they aint even yet a teen. you wouldnt believe all the things i have seen.


tell me what ya think and dont be scerddddd to share

[Drizzt240]

This has been down before.

I think if your write poetry you should at least spell correctly and use correct puncuation. You also should do it in a stanza format because that just looks like a paragraph if you ask me. I think you should also through in some sound devices (alliteration, consanance, etc.).

Comment on the message, whay are you trying to say? You make it sound like you have such a bad life, but do you truly? You stated some pretty obvious stuff that happens in just about any normal town in America. I also think that you tell us how you feel. Sure, you give us a situation but I don't know if you happy or sad. You need to state your tone more clearly.

[SJBKAT]

Two semesters ago I took a class on poetry, it was quite interesting. I have a few poems I guess. It is kind of cool that someone created a post like this in my opinion.

Apart

Divided by land,
separated by sea.
Feelings of longing,
you no longer close to me.
We were never happy,
fought like water and fire.
Only now I realize,
what we had I now desire.
Those who live far away love one another,
those who live close together dislike one another.
So please let me show you,
I want you like no other.

[someone]

yea i get what your saying but see english is my 3rd language and i havent realy got it down that good. i cant spell for **** (as u can see )

Someone else
When i was just a baby i used to wonder what would it be like to be someone other than me .
I used to wonder about all the movie stars , singer and pop stars .
All the money ,all the fame what would it be like to be someone other than me .
To have anything you desire, never to struggle .
Always to be happy what would it be like ?
Even now things cross my mind ,but now i know who i am .I am me , just plain old me and thats who i am proud to be!!!!!

[Drizzt240]

Originally posted by someone
yea i get what your saying but see english is my 3rd language and i havent realy got it down that good. i cant spell for **** (as u can see )



Oh, I didn't know that.

Well than jolly good! Keep up the good work mate.

[KeyserSoze]

Someone once asked of me, can you write a romantic poem?

My reply:

A Romantic Poem byKF


Sunsets at sea, sweet picnics in the park
Barefoot in the sand, laughing n’ singing in the rain
Holding hands, blissfully listening to our angels hark
Counting stars, riding hope bareback across the plain
Sunrises seen, under a blanket, covered with dews sheen
Shouts of glee, tears of joy, laughing til you pee
All of these, my solemn promise; to share with thee

Sun set on dreams, hungry n’ panhandlin’ in the park
Barefoot and wandering, lost souls crying out in the rain
Empty handed, nary a kind word is ever to be heard
Starless nights, set adrift hopeless amongst the plain
Sunrises feared, hiding beneath blankets, sweat-covered in sheen
Shouts of despair, flooded with tears, filling all the air
All of these, my solemn promise; to share with thee

It is you that I love, not the dream, of what could only be
All that we’ve been, all that we are, all, that we’ll never be
My solemn promise; all that is you, all that is me,
I will always share with thee
You see, all that is you, always, do I truly love

[someone]

if ya got anymore poams feel free to post them

[SJBKAT]

The last poem
This may be
So in my heart
This is how much you mean
to me

I know I should not
I know to tone it down
Not to be serious

If I must not show
Or say
Then let this be the most
Less after today

I love the attention
I love the affection
I love the serious nature
Too much to mention

The nights we spend alone
Holding you tight
Thinking of the future
Speaking in the softest tone

When you reach
Grabbing for my hand
Or wrap around me
Bodies locked as we stand

When side by side
Lying in bed
You cuddle up close
Causing emotions,
To flow through my head

In the face of love
There is no time
Never any wrong
So of course I always miss you
When you are gone

To stop it all won’t make me mad
Holding back on the sad
It is what you want from me
To give it to you will make me glad

So if this were the last
Then no matter what I say
Or don’t
I love you
Yesterday, forever and today

[someone]

i like that one

I AM YOUR HONEY
YOUR MY BUNNY
YOU CAN DIE
JUST DONT FORGET TO LEAVE ME YOUR MONEY!

[i am backkkk]

thats funnyy

[adnamasevoltam]

someone and SJBKAT,

Before I give any feedback, I have to know if these poems are supposed to be merely a personal writing that you don't ever care to do anything with, or if these are serious pieces of work that you would like to see published?

Two poems from M.C.E.:


"Post Gettysburg Address"

I drive home.
defroster drones and moans
(my Compaq loading)

Lincoln delivers his speech.
words of enrapture resonate
(the preacher at my classmate’s funeral)

out the windshield –
falling snow soars by
(the Millenium Falcon enters hyperspace)

throughout the seats –
audience listens awed
(breaking news interrupts the television show)

She gently sets her head
upon my shoulder
and whispers tenaciously, “I love you.”
I sigh, I smile

Lincoln stands waiting
out the calm
before the wholesome tempest of applause



"Quoth the Demon"

Can you recall what
yesterday felt like?
Was it soft and cold like ash
of a smoldered fire?
Perhaps it was clumsy warm –
the night you lost your virginity?

An angel perches
upon a man’s shoulder,
telling him it is alright to
mourn his grandfather’s death.
A demon,
vile and alluring as Poe’s “Raven,”
sits on the other side asking,
“Who cares?”

Aside, however,
from the cold wind reaching
beneath my jacket for warmth,

I don’t have the faintest clue as to
how yesterday felt.

[i am backkkk]

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