| 2007/07/22 20:32:41 PDT by esun |
umm. yea so just post ur poetry here and feel free to read and post comments. yay!
Share ur poetry! ><
| 2007/07/22 20:35:12 PDT by esun |
Are you someone like me?
Do you feel like you're at the edge of breaking but can't feel
...if the tears just flow...down.
I'm sorry for the inconvience of me being who I am.
Can I change for the better? Or am I just unable to be?
Tell me your story, is like mine?
Do you feel as I do?
<3 <3 i was a pretty uh.. weird little 7th grader. don't be cruel!
| 2007/07/22 22:22:48 PDT by SChan |
PETER HURD’S EVE OF ST. JOHN
The girl in the white tee,
Long flowing licorice hair caressing her back
Losing herself in the candle
Covering it up so only she can see
The light of the world
And murmur a prayer, a wish,
As time stands still
The sun is preparing to slumber
Its brilliant yellow and blazing orange vanishing
As the hazy purple murmurs a lullaby
Forcing it to go and take a rest
Behind the mighty and strong hills
The rider on the horse
Bellows the girl’s name
Asking her to come home
In a forgiving tone
The horse wishes the girl will listen
So it can return to its stable and
Feast on its oats and hay
The petite house in the distance
Shines a beacon of light
Coaxing the girl to come home
Waiting in the distance
The meadow sways gently around the girl
A cool wind weaving itself
Through the lanky nutmeg grasses
The girl
Hypnotized by the candle
Ignores the world around her
Only focusing her attention
On the light of the World
As time stands still
For it is her only escape from the outside world.
ahem we had to describe a picture :D
do you know how your story ends?
| 2007/07/23 17:24:19 PDT by esun |
wow.. that was heka good stephanie.
gah.. ok this is more from what i wrote from the previous post,
When you are in a crowd,
you are just another face in this world we call a home,
you are special,
no matter what they say
let the words just slip into a that dark place
where it shall be forgotten
| 2007/07/23 17:53:54 PDT by SChan |
ooo I like it. =]]
Why I’m not the…
I am not the ocean, I am the sky.
Why? I think I’d rather be the ocean
But I am not. Well
The ocean is poetry in motion.
It has a flow, a rhythmic pattern
It is never lifeless nor un-stirring nor quiet.
The ocean has much marine life in itself
It is never forsaken.
There are clown fish, angel fish and sea turtles.
And whales, dolphins and starfish.
At times the waves crash thunderously against the ragged rocks.
And then at times the ocean is tranquil, but you can still hear
Its own low murmur.
The ocean is an emblem for life.
When you are a baby you walk on the dry, piping hot sand
Jumping every now and then like a kangaroo
Then as you grow older, you step into the shallow end cautiously
Not knowing what’s to come
And swim to the deep
Learning as you go.
The ocean’s waves go up and down
Just like our life.
The sky is celestial
Holding up the sun, moon, stars and clouds.
It makes everyone feel infinite, reminding them
To reach for the stars
It has many moods
Sometimes it is blood red, showing us the color of our anger
Sometimes it rains, crying for all the bad in the world
Sometimes it is clear blue, making us hazy and debonair
And sometimes it is has a few clouds
Reminding us that life always has some obstacles to overcome.
When people look at the sky, they feel free.
lol we had a huge poetry section this year
do you know how your story ends?
| 2007/07/23 18:03:20 PDT by esun |
so beautiful *tear* i just wrote this like a couple minutes ago.. its kind of mushy. excuse the mush. damn mush.
from the tips of your wings
to the bottom of your soul
reaching out to me
such an undeserving mess
the love you felt for me
i could never return
and still you never fail to say
the words that break me down
to my dark black core
and shatter
all four walls that bind me
to the lies that were never forgotten
you lifted me up
my dawning light upon life
you drew me near
with your voice so dear
a whisper in
my near deaf ear
love you spoke to me
as true as moonlight
you held my tears in your hands
and wept with me as i cried
i wished that you could hold me forever
but forver is a myth
for at that moment
at that second
you and me
we were in heaven
| 2007/07/23 19:02:10 PDT by SChan |
....that...was..amazing... I like mush. Some of the best poems are mush.
do you know how your story ends?
| 2007/07/23 19:09:44 PDT by esun |
thanxs you! i feel so sad.. its like only us.. posting on the poetry thing. poetry is AWESOME!
| 2007/07/23 19:24:17 PDT by M Huang |
poetry isn't exactly my forte =/
I was tired
so I ate a cookie
but now I'm still tired T_T
| 2007/07/23 19:30:44 PDT by bhuynh |
Quote from M Huang:
poetry isn't exactly my forte =/
same here. the best i can come up is this:
roses are red
violets are blue
poptarts are tasty
and sugar is too. =P
| 2007/07/23 21:37:18 PDT by SChan |
haha yay other poets too. haha nice one :D btw what cookies are you bringing? cuz I already got my cookies too. XP
do you know how your story ends?
| 2007/07/23 22:06:20 PDT by bhuynh |
i dunno...they're like trader joes cookies...they're chocolate chip from an unknown source =P i hope theres no poison.
| 2007/07/25 07:17:50 PDT by jscalice |
I wrote this two years ago on our tenth wedding anniversary. Damn mush. :)
Ten Years
whispered doubts, half-spoken queries,
all the fluttered frail trappings -
now gone -
of the maudlin love I bore you,
replaced by a staid calm certainty,
an unwavering confidence
of nearness
of presence
- of you
and
traced throughout, the scarlet thread
of continuity, of contiguity
shot through the impermeable
- yet dynamic -
interweaving of our souls
Or rather -
an orbital shift around the coalescing, nucleic
fixédness of us.
no centripetal or centrifugal wandering
just a change of state
a shift of Rutherfordian shells.
concretely
a time-worn transference
for sentimentality, affection
for passionate immediacy,
devotional constancy
for intermperately forced reconciliation,
a silent, forgiving shrug or
an unvocal -
yet unequivocally tangible
apology.
a gain, I suspect.
but at times, I am left wondering
was something lost along with the less than comfortable uncertainties?
- the overwhelming power of a glance?
- the intoxicating relief of smile?
Perhaps even uncertainty itself contains
a tenuous necessity ----?
A ventured synthesis -
to love with age assuréd constancy
and vanquished despair -
yet,
to love in the rebirth of wonder,
even of uncertainty,
in order that hope - ever real, never doubted -
may remain a heartbreakingly beautiful
surprise.
The philosophers have only interpreted the world in various ways; the point, however, is to change it. - KM
| 2007/07/25 14:04:50 PDT by axu |
long...
| 2007/07/25 15:40:29 PDT by sho |
Quote from jscalice:
I wrote this two years ago on our tenth wedding anniversary. Damn mush. :)
Ten Years
whispered doubts, half-spoken queries,
all the fluttered frail trappings -
now gone -
of the maudlin love I bore you,
replaced by a staid calm certainty,
an unwavering confidence
of nearness
of presence
- of you
and
traced throughout, the scarlet thread
of continuity, of contiguity
shot through the impermeable
- yet dynamic -
interweaving of our souls
Or rather -
an orbital shift around the coalescing, nucleic
fixédness of us.
no centripetal or centrifugal wandering
just a change of state
a shift of Rutherfordian shells.
concretely
a time-worn transference
for sentimentality, affection
for passionate immediacy,
devotional constancy
for intermperately forced reconciliation,
a silent, forgiving shrug or
an unvocal -
yet unequivocally tangible
apology.
a gain, I suspect.
but at times, I am left wondering
was something lost along with the less than comfortable uncertainties?
- the overwhelming power of a glance?
- the intoxicating relief of smile?
Perhaps even uncertainty itself contains
a tenuous necessity ----?
A ventured synthesis -
to love with age assuréd constancy
and vanquished despair -
yet,
to love in the rebirth of wonder,
even of uncertainty,
in order that hope - ever real, never doubted -
may remain a heartbreakingly beautiful
surprise.
....wOw...you cud rite poetry!?!?!?!
DI-AMN.....
lol
-gonezzzzded-
YOU: hi
Crush: i love u
YOU: (start to type "=)" but stop and start to say "i love you too")
Crush: oops sorry wrong convo lol
YOU: lol
-gone-