r44gz96
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Apr 25, 2011 2:24:23 GMT -5
Post by r44gz96 on Apr 25, 2011 2:24:23 GMT -5
Sweet poem dude, really good use of imagery.
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Apr 25, 2011 10:51:25 GMT -5
Post by 3Lephant (Naptown Icon) on Apr 25, 2011 10:51:25 GMT -5
I write a lot and usually put it on tumblr. I'll start posting my lyrics and poetry. You should too!
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Apr 25, 2011 11:28:08 GMT -5
Post by Oskanowski on Apr 25, 2011 11:28:08 GMT -5
I use to share my poetry. Until I learned you can make money from it and that people steal your work, I had some cool friends that wanted me to help them with theirs ( I believe I posted this here before ) and he just stole some of mine after he lied and showed me some he " made up " which he just found online.
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Apr 25, 2011 11:31:21 GMT -5
Post by laz22 on Apr 25, 2011 11:31:21 GMT -5
I use to share my poetry. Until I learned you can make money from it and that people steal your work, I had some cool friends that wanted me to help them with theirs ( I believe I posted this here before ) and he just stole some of mine after he lied and showed me some he " made up " which he just found online. Your friends are dicks.
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Apr 25, 2011 11:36:20 GMT -5
Post by Oskanowski on Apr 25, 2011 11:36:20 GMT -5
I use to share my poetry. Until I learned you can make money from it and that people steal your work, I had some cool friends that wanted me to help them with theirs ( I believe I posted this here before ) and he just stole some of mine after he lied and showed me some he " made up " which he just found online. Your friends are dicks. Pretty much.
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Apr 25, 2011 11:51:13 GMT -5
Post by Revvie® on Apr 25, 2011 11:51:13 GMT -5
A little angst in but I can respect that...when I first started writing most of my stuff come out that way...which gave way to a lot of cool things to come for me. The imagery is cool, I will admit that I would consider it "overdone" now....but since I wrote like that once...I WONT be that guy lol I dont write poetry anymore but if we could keep this thread going...I would be willing to post some prose and short stories for fun?
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Apr 25, 2011 13:01:44 GMT -5
Post by shogungi on Apr 25, 2011 13:01:44 GMT -5
I was going to make a thread about this on my last account but never got around to it. I LOVE poetry!I have notebooks full of poems and even some short stories but all have a meaning in or around my life. Even though it's not what I want to do for a living but I do what to go to collage for English/writing. I do want to publish a book of my own though in the later years of my life. My favorite Poet and all around author is Ralph Emerson(my birds name is Waldo:P) and artist is Jim Morrison who also had beautiful poetry. Beautiful minds. I'm not a fan of the style you used because I do think it's overdone and every teenager who tries poetry uses it because they think it's artistic and it is if it's done right but most are just gloomy words put together. However I do like what you have done with it, I would really love to see some more of yours especially if you tried branching out of that style. Just wondering how old are you and who is your favorite poet?
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Apr 25, 2011 17:13:34 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2011 17:13:34 GMT -5
I wanted to share one so instead of having two threads which would just be the same thing, I thought I should put it here if you don't mind me doing so. We met when we were kids…our bound was closer than most familiesWe always did things together; we rarely were seen apart from each other We even were together in our dreams “Such a nice couple” they would always say, even when we didn’t know what they would mean back then. We literally shared EVERYTHING together; we even shared our first kiss…I don’t think we were ever meant to be away from each other.
What happened?
You went away for a while, said “It’s for the best” Once you came back, you weren’t the same anymore. You became…..different…..distant, like I had the plague. Remember the scrapbook? The one we started when we were five, the one where “if we were ever lonely and the other wasn’t around, it would be all we need to fix our sadness”?
Now, all it does is reminding me of the pain….and him.
You met him, seemed like a good guy, funny, athletic, caring…all just a ruse to draw you in and then he showed you exactly how he was the bastard I knew he was. Every time I saw you with a new bruise, you describe it as a “fall” or “slip” even a “bite”. I knew better. I know it was him. The beatings got more intense; you started missing school because of it. You were the smartest girl there…why weren’t you smart enough to leave him?
I couldn’t stand it, seeing you like that made me crazy, I lost it when you came running to me, crying, your beautiful skin….damaged….beaten…..broken. I took matters in my own hands, I met up with him and pretty much did what you couldn’t, end it. He left you alone after that, it seemed we would finally be back to normal.
Didn’t last long though.
My mom woke me up, in hysterics, just told me to come downstairs, when I heard it. He was such a coward, instead of being a man and coming for me, he took you. He took you away from your family, your friends….
Me…
I’ve never been the same since…all I can dream about is seeing this monster, eat at everything I remember of you, until I wake up in a cold sweat. I blame myself for it….I should’ve finished the job, but something held me back, my own ignorance thought he’d actually leave you alone….haha…. I wish he was still here, but the bastard took himself out soon after. Now, I sit here, writing this, wondering what’s going to happen after I stop.
I’m not doing it out of jealousy; I’m doing it out of…..well that’s kinda why I’m hesitant. I loved you, so much, now I only hope I can see you again, I heard it was quick and painless, I hope it’ll be the same for me.
I placed the scrapbook in with you. So that when we meet again, we can finally finish it, the promise we made when you were away…
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Apr 25, 2011 18:34:38 GMT -5
Post by Oskanowski on Apr 25, 2011 18:34:38 GMT -5
Two of my favorite poets: Jim Morrison & William Burroughs.
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Apr 25, 2011 22:17:35 GMT -5
Post by K5 on Apr 25, 2011 22:17:35 GMT -5
leonard cohen for da win
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Apr 26, 2011 8:06:00 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2011 8:06:00 GMT -5
¨Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust. Now that you´re gone, my Dick´s going to rust¨
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Apr 26, 2011 8:22:41 GMT -5
Post by TheXtremisT on Apr 26, 2011 8:22:41 GMT -5
Hey that is really, really good Normally I don't like poems that don't rhyme, but this one didn't need it. Great use of words, flows really well However seems pretty brooding, does it reflect your mood/feelings?
I can't seem to write poetry, but I am good at rhyming I can think of good rhymes, really quickly, but can't make it flow into a line. The reason I'm good at rhyming is cos I listen to a lot of rap music, so not quite poetry but you know what I mean. I keep having rhymes pop into my head during random moments of inspiration, and when that happens I find myself needing to write them down. After I write enough down, I plan on writing them into lines and producing a rap.
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Apr 26, 2011 23:31:44 GMT -5
Post by K5 on Apr 26, 2011 23:31:44 GMT -5
The reason I'm good at rhyming is cos I listen to a lot of rap music, so not quite poetry but you know what I mean. believe it or not, rap is a type of of poetry. in fact, rap stands for 'rythmically assigned poetry', or something along the lines of anyways, here's a piece out of one of my last songs. tad bit more melancholy/emotional than most i do i thought that i'd found love silly, stupid me she wrote me my dear john and then was gone, set free i don't blame her, she don't owe me and i opened the door for her to leave back then i was jet black so bad it hurt i've faded to the back your abandoned band shirt and now they'll listen to silly sorry kevin the one who climbed all that way only to fall from heaven and have no place to stay i left her a blue rose my own way to say it never had to be so hard and i'd prove that to her some day and when i came around it wouldn't take long to find all the things that i'd left behind the tools on the ground, my place in line ...and the digital age spits at the poet it's fun to play too. fm/e/c#dim/bm (standard guitar tuning, 4/4) for those who play something
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Apr 26, 2011 23:57:25 GMT -5
Post by Mr. K.O on Apr 26, 2011 23:57:25 GMT -5
Roses are red violets are blue I have a laser gun Pew pew pew lmao you are a genius!
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