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 Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:53 pm
Post your poetry here. ^_^
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 2:34 pm
A dirty box
I brought it home
I played with it
The box and I had fun
A dirty box
Now I'm bored
A better friend I'm not
I threw away that dirty box
now where'd I put my dirty socks?
razz I don't know peotry but leaving this post blank was giving me a sad face.
What I like about this poem is that when I first wrote it I was casually thinking about young broken friendships. Then I gave it two titles.
Friends in the dirt &/or Porno Lonely
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 8:26 am
Moleje A dirty box razz I don't know peotry but leaving this post blank was giving me a sad face. You bully....*cries for the lame box of dirt*
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 8:27 am
Sepulchral Echoing
My blood is a substance which runs through my veins. My
veins a tunneled river. A river flowing in my body. My body a
vehicle, driven to an unsuspecting wasteland. Screams of
mistrust, cries of love. One voice, only one heard. They try to
derail me. Run, hide, or face me. Choose to ignore. Is it an
option any longer? These are not borrowed knees, these were
given to me. Bite at my wrists, lash at my ankles. Throw your
words at me. I feel pain, is it mine? Hold my hand, bend my
soul. Bend it back and through this all will I touch the love?
Peeking out, looking hard, I reach for welcoming. Nothing, I
fool myself.
Fall, fall hard. Leave me!
Copyright ©2006 Erica Dionne Dearing
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 10:42 am
The probelm with leaving
Is that I'm gone
The probelm with being
Is that it's wrong
The probelm's I have
Are all that remain
The probelm with this
Is it will only end in pain.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 2:05 pm
Winter Gale
Frozen,
like the chill crawling up my back,
is me when she renders a kiss,
drawing from me my warmth;
And floating through the azure,
tears the air with her wings,
causing a subtle rumble.
Those frigid, iced lips
that bite and my nose and digits,
rendering me motionless
for moments at a time,
disable me from hauling myself steadily;
the effect of zestful rime.
She draws from me my warmth,
picks up the leaves from the earth
and dances with the naked trees.
What is this beauty, this singer,
which howls as she floats by?
It is none other than the wind,
dressed early for winter.
She serenades my name,
lures me the same,
to the froest, the groves,
where thrive the shunned,
where dancing with the naked is done.
::[written for english class for the unit of transcendentalism, Thoreau and Emerson]
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Lorenzo Del Fuego Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 1:22 am
The most honest poem I've ever written that wasn't for someone special (now now, I know Mr. Miller is special, but I meant a different kind of special; a redface girl redface kind of special *blushes*). So here it is.
I read an ode, about TV
The guy who wrote it, so cool was he
I decided I'd like to try my own
But just how difficult it was, was to me, unknown
I wrote one about my ugly green hat
But I didn't really like that
I thought of writing an Ode to Love,
But after just a bit, gave that one a shove
I tried to write one on a book
But cringed at all the time it took
A friend suggested naked women
But then it'd only be interesting to men
What if I wrote one on pi?
Well, I'd have to be high
And then I got it
And all the pieces fit.
Why waste time with all those toads?
I just wrote an ode to odes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 6:32 pm
Sometimes I feel
(choked)
like this is all for nothing.
I just want to
(catch my breath)
forget last night.
I just want to
(stop gasping)
break the mirror,
Break the world.
(stop)
I need to
(break the surface)
forget you,
You only cause
(triphammering heart beat)
me pain.
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Lorenzo Del Fuego Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 8:04 pm
This cheesey little number was actually given as a gift with a mirror, hence it's tittle:
Mirror
When you peer into the frame of white
Looking back at you shall be a picture,
A picture of the most beautiful girl
On the outside as well as the in.
A girl so magnificent, so lovely, so fair
As to be the only one I could ever love,
And yet she loves me too.
This girl in the picture has beauty it's true,
But the beauty's not only skin deep.
Her heart is pure and her mind is keen,
And everything about her is perfect.
The girl in this picture, inside the white frame,
Is a girl I shall love forever. The girl that you see
May be smiling back at you, and will hopefully smile
Up at me.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 5:18 pm
O ye desolate of heart
Thou destitute of mind
Stay you now herewith
A tale to tell of light
The darkness that encompases me
That deep dark that waits
The sadness that covers me
Long is the night
Go now to the high place
And stay with me
The morning will come
But sadness still grasps my frame
And none here will lift it
Come, vengence is near
The clinging gloom comes
Partake this O traveler
The light comes soon
Bathe in its light
The sadness will end
But lead on my fellow
It is not far
Though weary I am with you
The light will come
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 1:37 pm
Writer's Block
Today, I pick up my pen
And try to write again.
Now, what is it that I shall write?
I know! Another story of unrequited love!
No use, the words won't come out.
How about vengeance?
No, that feeling doesn't reside in me.
Think, think, think....
A story...what shall it be?
I touch the pen to the paper,
And hope my mind will do the rest,
But here I am an hour later,
With nothing to show but a dark blue dot.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 3:16 pm
The Icarus Complex
I set the world on fire
Just to see it in your eyes
You call me a cheat and liar
But that something I don't mind
I face the conflageration
I look at it with pride
This fire was and represented
Something that was mine
My debt was paid
At the end of the world
We gave it our all
And still we burned
The facts are this:
We might as well not try
Our names are Icarus
We burn out when we fly
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:44 am
Oh, Dear Me.
I live my life to the fullest, oh what a lie!
I will be in death as I was in life, nothing to nobody, oh what a dismal thought!
I will be berried and hopefully burned, oh what a self inflicted truth!
I live to be loved and loves worth living for, oh someone take a bite of my mush sandwich!
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 11:48 am
The Fall of the Mighty
Crash.
The sound of a soft body hitting the hard earth.
Cry.
The small sobs that erupt from her very soul follow.
Crumbled.
All around her are the tattered remains of once mighty wings.
Crushed.
Just as her spirit is now.
Confused.
She wonders what happened to her, when just a week ago she was flying high.
Crippled.
She feels so defeated, thinking there is nothing she can do.
Constrained.
How can she speak when no one will listen?
Consumed.
Her heart and soul constantly ache, never able to forgive herself.
Irate.
she just doesn't understand why she must always be the one who falls.
Cursed.
feeling unloved and rejected by herself and everyone around her.
Awful.
so dejected...so alone...
Retracted.
drawing away from everything and everyone.
Upset.
and unable to be consoled.
Shattered.
just like it always has been.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 1:19 pm
In my dreams I cannot scream
Try as I might it is not what it seems
To win in the dream a feat must be met
But before it could be obtained it must be set
To win the heart of the lad
To fight with the evil and bad
To run from the wrong to fight for right
One must understand the flight
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(My randomness.)
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