Poetry

[Kitten]

*swoon*

I think I've gone into my romantical-fluff mode again.
Gah... *loves*

[Alky]

Aww, thanks I guess. I'm very touchy when it comes to poetry... I like IceFarie's too, it sounds different, in a good way... *Blush*

Keep on writing everyone, show us what you got!

[AndSoSheWrites]

I wrote another poem! Oh yes, I've been writing like a fiend lately.

But um, this is for my good friend Austin Edward Smith, who died in a car accedent August 5th [the day I left for church camp, so I didn't find out till the tenth].

I wowzers I miss him....anywhoway.

Because You Never Understood Slant Rhymes

There are flowers there,
On the side of the road,
I pass them quite often
And it always seems cold.

The gash in the dirt
makes it all too real,
And we're all quite shocked;
Too numb to feel.

How to react?
We have not a clue.
So we cry and laugh,
Remembering you.

You've touched more than one,
In fact a lot of us care,
But it get's a bit easier
'Cause we know you're right there.

So lets talk about your hair,
Or maybe your smile,
Even your music,
Just to hold us off for a while

Till we remember
That the memories we made
Will be the last ones
Where you run the brigade.

Some pray to God,
Hoping heaven's where you hail.
Others call your phone
To hear your voice mail,

Or they leave you a comment
All about life.
Even though you won't read it,
It lessens the strife.

I know that writing
wasn't really your forte.
That's why I wrote your two spanish papers
In less than a day.
[And might I add,
You received and A]

But I still think that maybe
You would have liked this.
And you know this is my way
To cope with the miss.

So Austin, my friend,
You were one of a kind.
And I can picture you saying,
"That doesn't rhyme."

Teh End.

Yeah, it reminds me of Dr. Seuss. But I kinda like it.

[Kitten]

Oh, this was beautiful, particularly the ending. It brought tears to my eyes.

[Alky]

Oooh so pretty... and equally sad. I'm with Kitten on the tear jerking part. I sniffled.

[FishStick85]

I suddenly realize that I could be reviving a dozen dead topics today. *shudders* But you guys need it! Besides, ever since I bought a little book called Poemcrazy, I've been crazy about this stuff. I hope you can condone this!

Don't say your poem sucks, Ice! I know we all look at our work sometimes and say "wow, that really isn't as good as I thought it was" (I know I cringe at my Quizilly stories), but it's like being a beginner. Everyone was one once. You'll get better with practice, trust me.

I absolutely love your poem, Cassi. L.O.V.E. I cried. I don't usually do that, so well done. =)

I have chosen two poems from my collection to share. Hope you like them.


SEVEN HUNDRED KITES

I'm a bird
I'm a plane
I'm a kite in the wind.
Billowy cotton clouds
The deep blue ocean gently heaving
Golden sand between peoples' toes.
They are all holding strings
With hopes and dreams attached.
Seven hundred kites
Some entwined, some solo
Some soaring, some crashing
A brilliant rainbow in the sky.
And still, of seven hundred kites
Each is different than the last
As unique as the hands that hold them.


TO TYLER

The answer eludes me.
Uncertainty, fear.
I see you all day
And then you disappear.
How did you find me?
How did you know?
You make my life sunny
When my heart is low.
Can I ask you a question
About how you feel?
What would you do if
Our dreams became real?
Please welcome my feelings.
Don't push me away.
Please answer my letter,
I want you to stay.


What do you think? *ish nervous*

[Alky]

My thief

When I fell asleep last night, I was cold, alone and sad
But that all changed with the dream I had:
I dreamed a thief that took me to his far away land
And all the way there, he held my hand.

A wicked smirk played on his lips, a glimmer in his eyes
Making my stomach dance with butterflies
He whispered in the hollow of my ear: "You belong to me..."
Laughter curled my lips: "That we shall see!"

Swirling his arms around my waist in a tight embrace
"I wouldn't taunt me in your place..."
He whispered again, as he dangerously leaned my way
And with one kiss, took my breath away.

Together we rode the dark night, until morning dawn
But when I woke up, my thief was gone!
My heart ached, as I wondered if my dream was true
Until I had a revelation... My dearest thief was you!


This one came out like it did, because I think I'm seriously in love with somebody, and when I think about it, it's pretty scary.

[IceFarie]

I like your poems (all of you) and I have another I wrote a few days ago

Roses are Black

The rose that you planted unkowingly
Has grown wild and red with a bud on it's crown
It grew wilder and stonger each day that you smiled
Couldn't you see the rose in your face?

Each day I wait for you to come
And we walk and we talk
Before we must separate
Words dancing on the tip of my tonge as you go

Each time I attempt to comfront you
My tonge seems to swell my throught seems to close
And soon I'm chocking on my own words
But you smile unkowingly and soon I smile as well

Even wild roses need care though
But you don't seem to see
that as you walk by you step on a rose
A rose that's begun to turn Black

~~~~~~~~~~~

Fly Away

Fly away, fly away
take my breath with you
leave me here, leave me here
Go on by your self
Don't let me hold you back

Fly away, Fly away
towards the sky
Wings like an angels
Eyes wild with joy

Fly away, Fly away
I wish I could go with you
But I misplaced my wings
So I'll watch you from here

Your flying away, flying away
with the wings of an angel
I want to cry out to you
'Please take me with you'
But I am afraid of heights

I lied to you, lied to you
I love the sky
But if I am with you
You can't reach your dreams
so fly away from here, from me

Fly away......fly...away...
~~~~~~~~~

What do you guys think? Are they any good?

[Dragongaurdian]

She's ready to kill

She became infected with a disease
called Asperger.
She started to crumble down
But I hold her
When she cried I offered my shoulder
When she needed advice I gave her some
When she needed support I was her strong wall
But now my wall is weakening
My hope to save her is fading
Deep down I want to rescue her and see her smile
But deep down I know I can't help
Now Asperger is moving
Making her sicker
Now she's dreaming of commiting murder
And I'm afraid she will hurt my beloved one
I gave her advice and left with a sad feeling
Tears run down face
I can't be strong
I'm so afraid...
God why can't I help her?

My first poem
My best friend has the asperger disease and when she got depressed it only made her more depressed

[KillerCircus]

I like your poem giger. Be strong. *hugs*

[IceFarie]

me too!!

[FishStick85]

*glomps you all* We coud all be poets! I can't decide whose poems I like more.

I just wrote one on a car ride to Ikea. Sounds silly, but my mind was darting back and forth and I was crying about this. All because my parents think I belong in a Challenge class... I'm backed up ten homework assignments. Uwaaaah.


TIME

Time is closing in on me.
I'm an angry train tired of doing figure eights,
Endless in my frustration,
My shuddering sighs.
Time looms above me like black clouds,
Like a corridor lined with needes.
Numbers frustrate me.
They know that for sure.
So why do they keep me here still?
They all ask,
"Why do you do this to me?"
"Don't you ever try?"
When really,
It is not me who deserves such pain,
To be stripped of my self like this.
I want to run away,
Off the tracks,
Running into the yellow.
Free as a bluejay.
Dip, dip and swing,
To the big wide forever
On songbird wings.
Singing, singing,
Like they can't catch me,
Cage me,
And lock me up again.
If time had eyes
That were not unseeing,
They all would see
How hard I work,
How hard I cry.

[IceFarie]

heehee that's Awsome!!

Here's one i wrote!
~~~~~~~~~~~~
SongBird

Songbird, songbird
won't you sing?
please bring hope
back home to me....

I can't find hope you see
During this great time of peril
songbird, songbird way up high
Please let hope know I'm looking

mama once told me
Hope flies on angel's wings
So songbird, songbird
Please bring hope to me

Songbird, songbird
won't you sing?
please bring hope
back home to me....

Songbird, Songbird it's so cold
The dead earth is frozen
as well as my soul
This winter is cold, where is my warmth?

Songbird, songbird where are thee?
You are my hope, you are my spring
Song bird, song bird just out of reach
why won't you fly towards me?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This poem represents how a girl was looking for hope and found it in somebody without realizing it so she kept looking. But when she realized that she found hope it was too late because it was already 'winter' and the 'songbird' had moved on.