poetry

[young_blood]

does anyone read/write poetry? if so 1.what is your favorite author? and 2. post an original poem (of your own making obviously)

My favorite poet is a guy by the name of Robinson Jeffers, although Edgar Allen Poe comes a close second. here's one of my feeble attempts at writing.

Whispers in the wind (A burning fire)

Can you see this oil lamp breathe?
The burning fule's light inhales and leaves.
And the darkness cannot understand the light
Because of loving, but hatful couple's strife.
As the fertile glow waxes and wanes
The shadows grow through dusty window panes.
And these starry lights embrace good nights
As we close the distance between our eyes.
The best impressions last almost forever
Still fond in my heart, us, together.
This pain in my chest perfects your feelings,
Grasping for your hand and quietly pleading,
"Not tonight or tomorrow, please take note
Of the things mouth has said and hand has wrote."
Glance at the lamp in the corner again
I whisper softly to put the light to an end.
Goodnight my love...

 

[natty41]

Personally, I think poety is kind of drab, but there are some poems that are really good. (especially rhyming ones! ) In my creative writing class, we're doing a poetry unit and here's one I made about, none other than Walt Disney World!

<font size=4>It Was All Started By A Mouse</font>

There’s a magical world in Florida, created thirty years ago.
It’s a fun-filled place that many people have come to know.

This place is unique; unlike any other,
Once you’ve had one trip, you’re ready for another.

You can spin around in a tea cup or go flying through outer space,
Or get your family together for a tough grand prix auto race.

There’s splash and big thunder, both will give you quite a scream,
And at the center, a castle; like you’ve only seen in a dream.

That’s only a small part of this place, for it is quite large,
Kind of ironic, you see, because a mouse is in charge.

Four themed parks span far and wide across this sandy, tropical land,
From magic and animals, to the future, and Hollywood grand.

There’s a terrorful tower and a rollercoaster that’s rockin,
And eleven different countries you can get to by walkin.

In a kingdom of animals, on a safari you can go,
Or eat the tail of a beaver, made of delectable pastry dough.

You can stand next to a tree of life, carved with animals of every kind,
Or dig in a dinosaur bone yard, and see what treasures you may find.

You can eat food from around the world; whatever will feed your soul,
Like grapefruit cake, a turkey leg or an icy cool whip made by Dole.

A monorail will transport you to anywhere you please,
Just remember to “Stand clear of the door”, don’t let it clip your knees.

You can stay in the elegance of the Floridian grand or along a boardwalk by the sea.
How bout in the wilderness, on a Polynesian bay, or at a house way up in a tree.

So what is this place of which I highly speak?
It’s one you’ll want to come to each day of the week.

Where magic roams freely, and in the air, pixie dust is swirled,
This place is none other, than the magnificent Walt Disney World

 

[TowerOfTerrorFreak]

Wonderful poem!(especially the part about the terrorful tower )
My favorite poet would have to be Edgar Allen Poe,but unfortunately I do not have a poem to post

 

[MickeyMouse418]

I do like poetry a lot, but my favorite poet has gotta Shel Silverstein...I don't care if it's more for little kids...The Giving Tree always gets to me lol

 

[Guitar girl]

i don't have a fav but i do write but i'm not that good

 

[young_blood]

so what if you're not that good? post some! it'll be nice to read other kids' stuff. here's another of mine.

Stonehenge

Broken skies leak drizzle onto elegiac ground,
Loosening tales of a past from the scribes below.
Stone monuments of alien design manage a human sympathy
For its builders, those who have become timeless, raceless.
The Remnants have been arranged in a druid circle of solemnity
And I can almost hear the requiem played in a minor key,
The faces of those limestone brothers weep moss and lichen
From the last memories of their builder's final ceremonies.
Recollections flicker in the colors cast before motion pictures were birthed
And each scene could be cut into a stillframe of old lives to be cried over.
The foremen of this megalithic stonework were worshiped as heros
And they still live without age today (In the unknown).
They fought and faded as if death could be overcome by violence ,
Now none know of their tearlit burials performed by sons.
If I listen, listen close, my mind can envision
The last event before time is sent to expunge my memory.
An elephant of a man spits ivory teeth as he wails to the gods,
They have yet to answer a man who knows disease before his time.
Coughing, laughing, tearing out his hair because pf false legends;
Crying, self-sustained dying atop a rock paralell to the ground.
The spectre of vision fades like children's music from behind a door
And I wonder what thought just captivated me from my treasure hunting.
"Oh! Some ivory sparkles among the pebbles!" I exclaim to no one,
"What lovely cufflinks these will makes for some rich man." And I too am gone

 

[TinkerBellPixie4GOAL]

I love writing poetry! But I hate it when I'm told to write it. My personal quote for myself is: "Poetry comes from deep within. No one dictates it. It's just there."

Anyway, here's one of mine:

The secret is out
It’s not hidden anymore
Gone for eternity
Forevermore
Looks and stares
Painful sighs
Heart broken into pieces
Due to several lies
Rumors being spread
All throughout the school
Pain beyond pain
Being used as a tool
You cry and you pout
But friends help you out
You’re not alone
Your friends there to shout
Those that hurt you should know
There’s no where to go
After they hurt you
Your friends run the show
They better run, they better hide
And this is just a note on the side
Be careful what you say and do
For one day it’ll come back to you

 

[Dalpal]

Originally posted by TinkerBellPixie4GOAL
I love writing poetry! But I hate it when I'm told to write it.


I know! Poetry is great! When it's not, like, an assignment! You should be able to write poetry when you want to! When you're rushed with it you panic, and just write sumthin' down! It bites!

Here's one of mine, It's kinda cheesy but oh well.
smile
everywhere i've heard of,
everywhere i go.
everywhere i talk about,
everywhere i know.

it could b another country,
or maybe just a mile.
Spanish, French, or Japanese,
they all understand a smile!!



cheesy huh?


Dal Pal's DGD

 

[young_blood]

ya it's kinda cheesy, but you're probably really young right? i'm 17 and i've won some poetry contests and all that fun stuff, so i moved from that particular style. all poetry is nice to read to someone though.

 

[young_blood]

another of mine....if you guys like some of my stuff tell me! this one is about prom

Night of Fake Ages and Speech Under The Influence (Of Love?)


Let us dress in silly grown-up clothes,
I'll wear a black penguin tail and you can shimmer in the light.
We'll sway together to the beats we all know
And the hypnotic rhythm forms a path leading to your brown eyes.
Passing those who have been lost for hours now,
We've found a cache of quietness among the boisterous throng;
A place where wisps of words fall to kisses' bow,
And a resurrection of honesty opens a road to forget what's wrong.
This night that we bought lives in fullest life,
So let us allow our lips to meet one more time just to follow another.
We're so well acquainted by this time tonight
And the band still plays on and on, one note tripping over the others.
All those glittering beads and shimmering snacks (appearing as bird's feed)
Find them unheeded by the hands of those in passionate attendance,
I watch those around for seconds really (I've decided I need some air to breathe),
Hands slide up and down arms and legs like a trombone that plays swing dance.
My attention returns to the only speck of purity, you;
You have lit the dark corner in which we hide from the rest.
I'll hold your hand for as long as the night is young and even through,
But it will end the twilight with a sunrise slipping up for the best.
This has been a night of fake ages,
Growing older as we were rushed by the romantic powers,
Loving those veiled and whispered praises
That held the Sun at bay for an illusory six hours.

 

[Guitar girl]

i like the poem.

i was going to say more but not know

 

[loozianalooza00]

i love poetry
i really dont read it but i write it all the time
ive posted a couple of poems on here already...i dont have any with me right now ... ill have to get back to yall