Poetry

[2kte4u]

I'm not sure if there's a poetry thread. If there is one, then..uhh, ignore this thread. I was wondering if any of you people had poetry to share with others.

Prison of the Soul
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Staring out of an window eye,
seeing all joyfully at play,
watching all the fun pass by,
during their eternal day.

Eternal night’s on this side of the glass,
one with the dark I sit and stare,
as happiness, joys, dreams pass
I know true acceptance-love‘s not there.

As birds sing and children play,
I long to frolic with you-them,
But Shackles of hate old me at bay.
Alone I cry tears of gems.

I was an Angel in the past,
Until you thrashed my heart black and blue.
However my love will forever last,
Because I have fallen for you


--Angel--

[zer0tonight]

I sometimes feel as if I get so far and know so much, only to be tipped upside down again and start all over

[Zero]

http://www.almostsmart.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=1272&highlight=shane

[Weasel]

Code is my poetry.

[spadetje]

k i have a poem I made. Here.

"Details"

Etched in the stone
My world was full of generalization
Simplification, Approximation
But as I breathed in the toxic realization of "life"
Minutia and description were inevitable
Before in Art class and Math were a rest from them
Now Details and complilations overtook.
Before in break and lunch free were relaxing
Now Details and disputes transcended.
I didn't try to
I only wanted you
The price of devotion and salacity are high.
Couldn't I have only one ambition? One purpose?
I have done much...I have given the Details.
I gave you all the help. I gave you all the fine points.
I even gave them prognotion, elaboration.
Specialized and portrayed every last information.
Particulized what might happen.
Just all I want...All I need...
If I could only have this one thing.
I will leave you alone.
Whatever I have done will be forgotten.
If I can only have...him.
But I guess you want the Details.

[libra_195]

Poetry is a window to your soul so don't open it all at once!

[ems21]

I taught a four-week creative writing class to second graders as part of my college capstone, and here are a couple of poems that came out of that experience:

What Are You Really Doing?

For the teacher who asked this question
after I introduced the writing class

I've built a tiny world in my heart.
The people in my heart travel
through veins, vessels, arteries,
looking to understand every part
of my body, but they always return
to the center, core, corazon.
My heart people work together,
keep their earth alive,
swim on white blood cells,
sew scabs over cuts,
extend hands full of oxygen,
greet each other with hugs,
dance together to the beat
of their homeland.
What I'm really doing is
trying to share this world,
teach children to dance
with their own hearts,
bring my heart people
to exist beyond my body,
live in hands of presidents,
popes, kings, queens,
in the mouths of every child.




Even Children Have Dragons

For G. We all miss you.


From the very beginning, your story was a poem,

If you give a Dragon
a glass of water,
If you give a Dragon
a glass of water,
He'll cry out fire.
He'll want to blow
fire at you,
but he will blow
steam at you.

I never thought about it until
you didn't come back, until your
mother took you to a safer place
away from the father who used his fists.
I never thought you would know a
real dragon, I just believed that you
had an imagination that would fill
Lake Superior, that your dragon
would eventually be slain.
I never thought that the reason you pulled
the wings from ladybugs was
to keep them safe in your hand.

[2kte4u]

Another poem :

A Lover’s Dream, A Silent Scream

A lover’s dream
It was my dream
That he and I would be in love
What a man he was to me
More perfect than I’d hoped he’d be
He seemed so cool, and oh, so caring
(Yet a bit crazy and so daring!)
And yes, I thought he loved me too
And so it was, I thought I knew
To live my life with him would be
The perfect fantasy

A fantasy is all it is, now I know
My eyes opened up with a wicked blow
Now I watch it fall apart
The pieces of my broken heart
The one who was so perfect to me
Had one flaw I didn’t see
A male ego and foolish pride
Wouldn’t let him tell his feelings inside
A perfect man, but not a lover
And a love is all I need

And so it ends, this lover’s dream
With another silent scream
But then the worst is yet to come
For I still love him so

[spadetje]

When I write poems, I'm usually listening to a song that describes my situation at the moment, and the song always finds a way into the poem. Does anyone else do this?

Well I just made this last night when I was listening to that damn song by Lit...

Complete
How do you see everything I don't say
How are we alike in every single way
How do I know what it will be like in the end
..Why am I with your best friend

You make me come..

Why did I choose this way
It could have been so different
I only think he brightens my day
Just one line, the message could be sent
But I'm too afraid, my friend.

You make me complete..

Sometimes I know that it's you not him
Sometimes I block it out, keep it in
Only because I lost so much to have what I've got
I ignore them, I'm fine, I'm safe, I'm not

You make me completely miserable.

Give up all of my plans...all of my dreaming
But who needs them when you mean everything?
Why should I care if you're here
When I have everything I don't need...

[spadetje]

By the way, I really like that poem of yours 2kte4u, i can relate :cry:

[2kte4u]

Thank you...it's after my ex-boyfriend who actually....really cared more about his ego than...anything really. "Egocentric" = him