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Re: Poetry Club v2
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on 2011-09-11 20:48:05 (edited 2011-09-11 20:48:29)
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Great poems everyone i think its a great way to express emotions i always wanted to write a haiku but i dont know what to write about haha |
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on 2011-08-25 19:10:37 |
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HI there~ Sorry for not posting in for awhile now. Can't really find the time myself, pretty hectic here. Well,I randomly did a poem when I got free time at work. So here comes. Sorry if there is any mistakes done. Work LifeWork, work Work all day Smile all the time and don't you whine Greet everyone Now and then “Welcome!†“How are you?" So be nice and don't you dare make a frown Cause you’re not done As work never ends. Work, work Work all day Smile all the time and don't you whine Go count the cash Don’t skip a dime Put this up Then take that down and don't you dare make a frown You’ve just started Don’t make a scene Go put on a show Work, work Work all day Smile all the time and don't you whine Now the time has come when you’re done See you tomorrow with a smile You’ll soon take my place Bark my orders Sing my song So work, work Work all day But you’ll will be the boss one day. 
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on 2011-08-03 16:36:13 |
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@ Toyumi - don't worry about forgetting. My presence on Gendou alone has been shaky the past few months. Hopefully now my summer has settled down into it's relaxing end I'll change that! @ Chao - I'm so jealous of your literary skills but you know that already :D @ Haseo - Another beautifully written poem. I love poems about time and how it passes like a dream. I always think about things like that myself.  |
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on 2011-07-28 18:36:58 |
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@ Chaotic- Both of the poems you posted here recently are lovely! Well, the first one is a bit on the grim side, but it's still a good poem. XD The second one is really amazing, I can totally understand where the poem is coming from, with the whole 'battle with your feelings' type of thing. And like the others, I'm jealous of how you can make everything rhyme so well! @ Anke- No problem, and sorry for it taking so long/forgetting about it. Also, I think you have the HTML on the first post wrong. Whenever I try to click it, I can't get the lists to appear. Or maybe it's just me? >.> @ Haseo- Both of the poems you posted recently are very good, I especially love the second one (Probably because I Keep up the good poems everyone! Hopefully, I'll be able to squeak something in here in between my summer assignments for English and History. For now though, I'll just be reading everyone else's great poems.  |
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on 2011-07-25 17:41:02 |
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I'm baaaaaaack, with yet another poem, haha. @Chaotic: I'm really envious of the way you are with your rhyme-scheme. It's so simple, yet the words you choose really brings out the most of it. I really like the language you use too; it seems more poetic than the stuff I come up with, haha. Now for a poem of my own: The Hands of Time Seconds, Minutes, Hours, seamlessly ticking away. The clock strikes twelve, a melancholic tune; Is it too much to ask to be free for just one day? And gather the pieces that time has strewn. Time counts down; at least it does for me; Forever I was meant to abide by Time’s rules. Though not today, as you all shall see. For it is time that will play the fool. Miles and miles, of never-ending sand; This is my chance, to escape from Time’s grasp. Though there’s always something chasing me; those hands. But freedom is what my hands shall clasp. All around me, these clocks taunt me with what little time I have left. And all I hear, those ceaseless ticks that are counting down. I shall fight on; my time won’t be a victim of theft. For it is time that will play the clown. I won’t be a prisoner in the world of Time. These barriers will not keep me from my future. Can’t you see, this is all a crime! It is ravaging everyone’s sutures. To break free, from this never-ending nightmare, Is a dream that I shall see through. And you, Time, you’re in for a scare. For it is I that shall count down for you. 
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Re: Poetry Club v2
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on 2011-07-24 00:20:00 (edited 2011-07-24 00:31:03)
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It's a good poem Haseo, I really like how your writing really encompasses your emotions... it's what poetry is really meant to be. Well done and thank you for your compliment. As for mine... well, it's not quite as 'insane' as my writing usually tends to be. It's just... simply curiosity is all, something that I've been wondering about for a while now. I decided to write about it and see what others thought though... so, here it is. I Don't Know I'd like to begin with saying I don't know. I don't know how this is going to turn out - so... Just bare with me through this mess that is my mind, Because I'm trying to reestablish order of some kind. My chest hurts from how tight it is right now, Like someone is squeezing it - squeezing my heart - somehow. I guess I'm no stranger to this feeling - this confusion, It's always there when I drop the 'illusion'. I 'feel' like all my emotions are fake - an imitation. I wonder if it's all fake - my pain, my love, my hate, my frustration... And what makes it 'feel' most like it is isn't the curiosity, It's that I don't feel anything on the matter... does that make me an atrocity? I don't feel scared, upset, hurt, or even angry with these notions. After all, it's very possible to simply imitate emotions. There are people out there who can't feel any emotions in all reality, That's what sociopaths - or more specifically psychopaths - are in all actuality. Perhaps it would explain why my 'emotions' go so haywire, Because they're slipping out of place in a sense and it's like a misfire. It's odd to me since I could have sworn I've been depressed and hurt, But perhaps it was all fake - just me imitating the emotion I thought I should exert. I 'feel' like it would explain a lot if it was the truth really, But I know that it's not what people would want ideally. If it is so then I suppose there is no helping it, Would knowing make things different though? I wonder how many would be hurt, how many would abandon me if that is how I happen to be... In the end, how many would understand and still stand by me? Again, I am not frightened or hurt by such curiosities, Yet shouldn't such thoughts prove to be great personal animosities? My uncertainty feels like yet another bit of undeniable proof, How - when thinking of such things - can I be so aloof...? I honestly don't know - and to me that says so much. After all, shouldn't I at least be feeling something when pondering such? I suppose, I do feel something though, But it isn't really an emotion - no... It is simply that my chest doesn't feel as tight anymore, But such could result from a large number of possibilities I don't feel it necessary to explore. In the end I suppose all I can say is 'I don't know,' I suppose I will just continue off this instinct that is curiosity though... For now I wish to ask all who read this a simple question, How do you feel about this long, drawn out confession?  |
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on 2011-07-08 12:13:24 |
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Haseo I really, really like it!!! I have had many friends move away and you really captured the idea. Total props on that one! |
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on 2011-07-06 18:06:51 |
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Thanks for the warm reception, guys. I'm really surprised you all liked my poem; I'm not that confident in my poetry skills haha. @Chaotic: That's a really good poem you have their; it really paints a picture with that vivid description. And since Riiko wanted to read more from me... Here's a poem I wrote back in May for a dear friend who was moving away. The poem has no rhyme scheme except for in the last few lines, but that's just coincidence, haha. When I wrote this, I had a thought in my head; a hushed start, but as the poem progressed, I wanted it to seem to grow louder and resonate. It Won't Be Just a Dream Though so far apart, we’ll never be distant. There’s a connection, a similarity, which will never change. And even in the darkness of night, this bridge remains lit, No force, disaster, or calamity can shatter the bond. Though the appearance may change, the strength remains immortal. A far off reality, but a close dream. It won’t be just a dream, I won’t let it. There’s a connection, a similarity, which will never change; We share the same sky. Whenever I think of you, all I have to do is look up; And suddenly, you don’t seem so far away. The comfort of knowing that we gaze upon the same stars, Instills warmth in my being; the world doesn’t seem so big. And as long as the stars shine with their radiance, I’ll know that we will meet again, Under the same sky. It won’t be just a dream, I won’t let it. This isn’t good-bye.
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on 2011-07-05 09:11:36 |
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I like the poem Chao!!! It kind of reminds me of Return of Imperfection. I'm envious of how well you can get things to rime without make it sound silly!!! @ Toyumi- Your avatars are beautiful!!! Thank you so much!!! @ Haseo - I went ahead and added you to the writing memeber's list. Feel free to post at anytime! Your poem is awesome! |
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on 2011-07-01 15:42:51 |
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Okay, so I need to be here more often. -hits self for not doing so- Annnnywho, thank you everyone for the lovely feed back ♥ It means a lot to me. And to Haseo, the poem is really good... it makes me feel like my work is shallow in compare :C I also wish I could constrain myself to shorter lines - but alas... I'm horrible with short lines. As if to confirm that point - and my twisted morbidity - here is another poem for you guys. Much like 'The Vicious Cycle' it's based off another nightmare. Crimson Colored Set The laughter was haunting - a dark reminder of sin and pain. There was nothing left - the flames covered and heat was beginning to gain... I stare at my hands in such horror - oh this filthy sin of mine, I have defiled my innocence and broken my sanity - shattered my mental shrine. All I can see is the blood staining my hands now, Are those even my hands..? Surely this is someone else's body I'm trapped in somehow... No... those are definitely my slender fingers that flex slowly... Such disgusting sin - such filth... how unholy. The heat draws closer, threatening to encase me, It threatens to make me a burning mass of flesh as all the others are and will be. I refuse it, deny it as I run down blood stained, corpse littered halls, It smells of burning flesh and hair and everything is painted crimson - even the walls. I can hear my own laughter echo and ring out, My laughter is all there is other than the crackle of flames and I can only pout. "Where are the screams, the agony?!" I hear myself scream, Oh dear god - please let this be a terrible dream. I am running again, running until there is nothing left but the dark, Yet even in the dark I can see the blood on my hands - a staining mark. Soon though, it is all gone - the smells, the heat, the craze - and yet... And yet, when I wake my hands are little more than a crimson colored set. |
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on 2011-06-14 14:18:01 (edited 2011-06-14 14:18:58)
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@ Anke- No problem, as long as there's poetry to share we stick around here! Also, I finally made the poetry icons you asked me to make from awhile ago. There's more about that below. @ Haseo- Welcome, and your poem doesn't have to be any specific type of poem. As long as it has poetic elements in it, poetry is simply poetry. Or at least, that's how I view it. By the way, your poem is very good, I love the tone of it! So, I kind of I forgot about the request Anke made here to me for new icons for the club, mostly because I didn't write it down. I was looking through some of the older poems and such this past weekend, and I saw it there. >.> Anyway, since then I've been working on the new icons to get them done as soon as possible; and finally, here are the new Poetry Club icons! Just click on the icon to get the link for it.  |
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Sorry for the intrusion, though in times like these, I tend to write. I usually stick to prose, though in this instance, I decided to right poetry. I'd like to know what you all think. Keep in mind though, I'm no Shakespeare, Frost, or Poe, so this may be murder on your eyes. I really don't know what to call this poem; it's not a sonnet, a ballad, or a villanelle. Freeverse ftw? Mine to Condemn Dreams are a curse, you know, They couldn’t fake what you don’t believe. All we hear is the shriek of the crow; There’s nothing left to do but grieve A being turned so harsh and cold; Denies the existence of anything we desire. A Hero’s acts, oh how so bold; There’s nothing left to rekindle the fire. Friends, oh how they come and go, They’re here just to deceive. Causing nothing but fear and woe; All I wanted to do was just believe. The love you proclaimed, was it a lie? Or are you just like them? You can’t deceive me; I’ll see it in your eyes. From the start, all you did was condemn. All I want is a life of gold; To ascend higher and higher. To be the subject of stories of old, Though all I’ll ever be is the lowly crier. Why have you cut these ties? Are you going to prove you’re just like them? You can’t deceive me with those wretched eyes; Now you’re mine to condemn.
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I'm backkkkkk again!!! Since school is almost out hopefully I'm back to stay this time :) Yey!!!! Everyone's poems are awesome! I have updated the main page and hopefully I'll figure out the spoiler's html because the list is getting rather long!!! That is good though!!! I'm really proud of all of you for staying with it even while I've been gone!!! You are all really cool people in my book!!! :D |
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on 2011-05-14 16:00:10 (edited 2011-05-14 16:02:30)
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Finally came up with a new poem I can share here. Well, it's an Italian sonnet actually. My English class is doing a poetry and Shakespeare unit, and yesterday we discussed the differences between English (Shakespearean) sonnets and Italian (Petrarchan) sonnets. It inspired me to create an Italian sonnet using the rhyming scheme we used as an example in class, and here's the outcome. Escape from the Norm Oh why must the world be so black and white? Such as the colors of a chessboard, Is this a state that we can afford? No shades of color are within my sight Simply white as the morning and black as the night. Oh how I wish to cut through this world like a sword! And if others were to hear my thoughts a statement as such would not be deplored. I shall forever continue to fight To escape this prosaic world of mine A world that is simply black and white is oh so monotone, A world as such is not divine. It is not a world I can call my own. Only a world of the colorful variety is one I believe is fine; An imperfect world is better than the one structured society, the one that is known. |
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@Chaotic: Depressing indeed. I really liked your poem. It got me thinking about a lot of things. It's really sad how these kinds of event can just happen while people turn a blind eye to them... =/ @Fenris: Not my favorite from you, but it was still a nice poem. @Riiko: I don't think it'll fade. There are a lot of poets out there somewhere. Maybe it'll get quiet occassionally, but I think this thread will live. And your poem was enjoyable. It reminded me of an old friend of mine who was quite similar to the person in your poem. @Toyumi: That's good I guess. At least one of us is getting something done. xD I usually just end up looping through writing a bit, getting mixed up in a bunch of words, forgetting what I was trying to get at in the first place, remembering it, putting aside the one I was lost on, and starting a new poem. Overall progress in the past 2 months: 0 poems. xD  |
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@ Komaro- I've been doing that recently actually. Well, I haven't really been asking them, I've just been writing random little songs about some of my friends recently. XD @ Chaotic- That's a very depressing poem, although domestic violence is something that is too often overlooked and it can destroy the lives of so many people. And in the aspect of it being overlooked, that's a really great poem. @ Fenris- It has been awhile since your last poem here. But still, great poem! @ Riiko- I hope it doesn't fade either. I've been making songs recently (Which can be considered a form of poetry), but like I said to Komaro, these songs are about my friends and they're too personal to post here. >.> As for your poem, I really love it! It kind of reminds me of some of Adele's songs, especially the first two stanza's. I love that it sums up how many people have dreams of what they want to do, but their personal dreams have to be pushed aside because of reality. And that thought reminds me of Of Mice and Men. Your poem is reminding me of quite a few things. XD |
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on 2011-04-17 22:43:48 (edited 2011-04-18 08:05:38)
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Well it's been a while since I contributed... So here goes... Of words and meanings I have always been like this Laughing and joking with friends Only thing that's ever been missing Verse that could fill my heart Ending the loneliness of my soul You would give solace in the rain Offer me comfort in the night Unyielding to the end, I will hope...   |
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Looking good everyone, really amazing poems... Right now, I've kind of be inspired by the taboo and unspoken, how certain things are never said and others just adamantly avoided... They're things that happen every day though, and they're human lives that are being taken, ruined and crushed... and I wrote a poem about it so... here it is. Untold Realities: A child peers out a window with blackened eyes, Focusing overhead at the darkened skies. Wondering why each night his father beats him, He worries that his life shall forever be very grim. Years later a woman stands at his tombstone and carries on a one sided strife, Her hateful words yelled at the grave of her lover that took his life. She can’t understand why he would do something that would make so many cry, “Please,†She weeps, “I just want to know why...†Months after, she sits in the hospital with cheeks stained with tears. Something she never anticipated has fulfilled her greatest fears, The child that she carried is gone and so is the last shred of her love that she had... The man that had taken his life had been the dad. With everything slipping from her hands she wonders if things will forever be so grim, Her life, her will to live, and the light that used to sparkle in her eye is growing dim... She feels as though there is no reason to carry on and only months after his death, She follows in footsteps that she questioned as she took her own last breath. Such a story of misery and pain that is led by the broken, Such tragedy happens in our world but it goes unspoken... The reality is one that nobody wants to face nor admit and so, Untold and forgotten does the story go. |
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Haven't got the time to write anything for a while, but that while has passed. No more insane workload preventing me from writing. The music I've been recently listening to (*cough*supercell*cough*) is giving me some inspiration too. Maybe I'll think of something eventually. @Anke: Depressing indeed... Well, maybe just about half-depressing. The 2nd stanza really evened it out for me. Mother nature is cruel. Japan is tough. @Holkers: Quite short. I say friendship is more like milk. It helps people grow. (Lol) @Riiko: Nice poem. It's a lot better than anything I make when I'm taking a bus, considering that if I tried writing or doing anything that required some thought I'd probably fall asleep and wake up in the middle of nowhere. xD @Toyumi: If you're really in need of poetry inspiration, the key is to force someone to inspire you. Pick a random man/woman/kid/other off the street and say something like "INSPIRREE MEE TO WRITE POETRY!!" xD I would do that... just for randomness sakes if I wanted inspiration. You never know. It could actually inspire you... maybe... =3 And a poetry contest sounds nice. It'll be the first one for ME here. xD |