Poems

[Kenzieroo]

Come on, post a poem. You know you wanna.
So here is MINE!

~Mother Nature~

She has not forgotten
Nor forgiven
She flutters in the wind
She dances at every passer by
She gleams with every look you give
She wilts with every touch
She has not forgotten
Nor forgiven
Though we only touched
Once.

[Kenzieroo]

You know you wanna
Don't be embaressed
No one will make fun of jou!

[Hamachi]

Ooh, free verse. I think I'll quickly write something too.

Pure

I cut a white ribbon for you today
Twisting curls and tangled swirls
Coiling silk and summer pearls.

Hoping, like the lark that sings on winter's night,
Waiting, like the star that glows behind the clouds,
Dreaming, like the child that murmurs in my heart.

I cut a white ribbon for you today
To braid into your raven hair
And saw that you were gone.

Then I remembered
What was, and might have been.

[Kenzieroo]

I like you poem, it's good. It takes a long time for me write a poem. Sometimes a random poem pops into my head, like this.

The childish twinkle in her eyes
Are full of surprise

The somberness of the night makes me remorse
And question why we had not sooner
Divorce

But the sweetness in her face
Makes me think we can collaborate.

It's poped in my head randomly, I don't really know what to make of it. Oh well.

[Kenzieroo]

It seems like people on this thread are shy
Oh well, I tryed.

[Hamachi]

I won stuff for poetry when I was in high school. Didn't want this to turn awkward so I posted something. xD

[Kenzieroo]

I know heres anouther poems

"Bronze Like Gold"

Tall and short and rusted
You fill me with your ryhme
You shine like gold
You fill my soul
Your bronze like gold
Your mine.

[Matt]

Ooh, poetry. My least favorite thing in creative writing class last year. My teacher even told us all NOT to try for rhymes. I'll give it a shot.

Lilacs:
A repugnant odor
Shameless beauty
Plucked by filthy hands
Hands drenched
in my blood
my sweat
my tears

Ten years'
memories adrift
in the ocean of loss
its waves tainted
with my blood
my sweat
my tears

I lay, defeated
in the bloody waves
And a new voice
prods past scars
and seals old scrapes

Dare I gamble again?
Dare I risk my heart?
Dare I accept this sweet smile?

I take the open hand
It smells of lilacs
of innocence, of beauty
of life, of hope

She is the last
to whom I bestow
My blood
my sweat
my tears

Shall I again be lost
in the sea of sorrow?
But for my heart
I do not fear
For it matters not
beside her soul

No revision. Couldn't even see more than 5 lines at a time. This is the kind of thing I'd only write with a lack of sleep and foggy contacts. I dress up a simple, shallow message that I have no experience in myself with amateur poetic language. It's a poem based on stereotypes, now that I think of it. I still haven't re-read it, because I know if I do, I'll probably delete it.

[Kenzieroo]

No it's so amazing!

[Fenn]

I hate, hate writing poems. But I love reading them. Weird, huh? I really liked "Gold."