Do you write poems???

[incognitotea]

I write a lot of poems...I'm also just curious if any of you guys do too....cause i made one up and i want to share it...so here it is:

Sometimes,
It feels like the world is mine.
I wished you're always by my side.
I tried to hide,
My true feelings.
That didn't worked.

At times like these,
I wished I was on top of the world.
No one by my side,
Except for you.

When you smile, it makes me filled full of joy.
I just wish I could sleep in your arms,
By your side.
Even though this poem does not rhyme,
I want you to know,
This is how,
I really feel about you.

end.


so what do you think?  

[Sushi Flavored Gatorade]

Way too simple, here's some of mine (I like to tribute mine through good deeds really). AND YES MINE RHYME.

LIKE THIS

Ever had a time where you catch something and it sticks to you like glue.
But somehow it slips out your hand and comes crashing down on you.
Sayin' it could've gone this way, could've gone that way, to prevail.
But it's over now, and your potential thoughts are just a big fairytale.
Thinkin' you want another chance, instead of sayin' your goodbyes.
'Cause it was there for the taking, right in front of your two eyes.
Now your just wondering how could this be, it was there to capture.
Now the adversary, is where you want to be, and their filled with rapture.
Your sayin' to yourself, it was never suppose,
to be like this, but now it was just so close,
to be decided, but either way, the one you oppose,
is overwhelmed, anything could've happened. who knows,
What could've or what couldn't, because this rhyme's dedicated to those,
who thinks the right way was never chose,
in their situation, but either way it goes,
Like this.
I know that it really does feel unfair,
For those that were unprepared, and unaware,
even though your hurt with despair,
and you feel like the wounds will never repair.
And you don't even know when or where,
to turn, 'cause when you turn around you see this is real.
But just remember it goes,
Like this.
You feel like that only burden will forever surround,
and you're covering up your face while lying on the ground.
And you feel that inside, there's only pain and sorrow.
And you feel like that this is the end and there's no tomorrow.
Because you felt that there was only today,
so now you're trying to cry those tears away.
And your ears hear that this is all real and the truth is to be spoken.
'Cause your down on your knees and you feel so broken.
Now you're asking yourself, where's the esteem.
You know now this is not fake, this is not a dream.
Now you feel so upset, because you feel everything's to regret.
'Cause that one time, you will absolutely never forget.
You feel your stomach is full of fire and ember.
But you just have to be reminded to remember, it goes,
Like this.
Here's the most important part, so just relax,
here's my turning point and here's my climax.
I'm 'bout to lay down the cold hard facts.
So put down the tracks, 'cause I got ya backs.
It's not bad luck, so don't go smothering over a four leaf clover.
'Cause even though you feel all that is gone, it sure ain't over.
No reason to cry, and definitely no reason to whine.
It'll come, somewhere down the line.
I'm not gonna show you no gifts or pity.
'Cause I already know it ain't a tragedy.
But don't say I don't care, 'cause I know how it feels.
It slips away from you like something unreal.
It feels like that it'll always be there and never soften.
I know that feeling, it doesn't hapen very often.
Even though it didn't go as you preferred.
Just keep your head up and keep going forward.
Don't be stuck with tears and please don't complain.
To see the rainbow you have to put up with the rain.
To see the beautiful springtime flowers,
You have to put up with winter's snow showers.
To be laughed at and then disproving them,
You have to be put down and condemned.
But just think, I always have to remind,
You, so don't throw it out of ya mind.
'Cause it went,
Like that.

I have a 3 part, about 170 lined support our troops ppoem if you want.  

[t i n y. riceball_]

It doesn't matter if the poem rhymes, or not. Just be happy that you put all those words together to make it into one thing.
I enjoyed reading it though.
Thanks for sharing.

Yes, I do write poems but not to often but I wrote one.
Its in my profile. Read if you like.
 

[Azurenx3]

poems can by rhythms rhymes freeverse, and stuff like that x]  

[AznTrix]

Nope im bad at english and all that kinda stuff >.<  

[blackhawk111]

o..................k.......................  

[orgasm! in the mouth]

memoirs of summer

i can feel
the sweet breezes,
gently kissing our bare skins,
silhouettes of floating shapes
on blue diamond blankets,
bright crystals
in droplets,
clinging to our lashes and
bodies:

this is summer,
this is life
we are only a fraction
of the blurs
surrounding us,
we are smaller than
the clouds
gingerly traveling
the atmosphere,
the sunlight enveloping us
all,
all at once

we are small
we are insignificant
we are the ones having
the times of our lives –

we belong in the light
of summertime.
 

[PANIC ITS RENNE]

Wish i knew how!

 

[Chongathan]

Rose are red
Violets are blue
You can make anything!
With these two  

[Yuffie__Kisaragi]

AznTrix

Nope im bad at english and all that kinda stuff >.<

 

[FinalFantasy4ever156]

c H i c k e N P o o P 45

I write a lot of poems...I'm also just curious if any of you guys do too....cause i made one up and i want to share it...so here it is:

Sometimes,
It feels like the world is mine.
I wished you're always by my side.
I tried to hide,
My true feelings.
That didn't worked.

At times like these,
I wished I was on top of the world.
No one by my side,
Except for you.

When you smile, it makes me filled full of joy.
I just wish I could sleep in your arms,
By your side.
Even though this poem does not rhyme,
I want you to know,
This is how,
I really feel about you.

end.


so what do you think?

I thought it was lovely. Some ppl may tell you it's a bit amateur, but really-- who's to say what's good and what's not? I especially like the last few lines, about how this poem doesn't rhyme. It conveys a feeling of innocence in its limitations, vulnerability and honest affection. As if you were saying you're not perfect, but your love is quite real and will therefore be thought of as more than enough.

Since we're all sharing, I wrote this during a moody point in my life. You know, that phase of teenage depression that we all go through? Looking back on it now, it really isn't any good in my opinion. Especially with how the opening lines sends a feeling of generic imitation of something much deeper barely visible in the distance, found few and far in between. This was my poetic interpretation of how a person's mind relentlessly haunts one with negative memories at the lowest point-- in a person's life. But for better or worse, it's here your your criticism and viewing pleasure, lol =). Please judge harshly, I'd like to hear a straightforward answer.

Where I Sit, Filtering Sunlight through the Trees

It's interesting, in a way,
How you always betray me
at just the right moment,
With impeccable timing, speaking to me.
To replay moments I'd hoped to forget.
It's too late perhaps. . . .
The shame has already become me, molded me.
I can see through
so evidently in my shadow,
Cast down by the warmth of the morning-dewed sun.
And with light's futile attempts
to bring joy to this casket, it has failed
before
it has even begun.
Because, I will forever be here,
and the shadow that becomes me.

It's alright though, there is hope.
You, my Most Feared Enemy, you
only come when I have thought.
How often does that happen?

-FinalFantasy4Ever156

Again, c H i c k e N P o o P 45. Yours was awesome.
Oh yes, and Sushi Flavored Gatorade, poetry has been described as being the art of saying infinitely more by saying less. In rhyming every bit of your wall of text you refer to as poetry, it becomes mechanical and formulaic. Where's the heart of your piece? And also, simplicity is sometimes perfect in its lack of redundancy. How can you criticise someone else's piece based on such shallow observation? Looks to me like you just wanted to get your 'work' noticed by others. Did you really post with the intention of giving sinciere support and constructive criticism? I think not.  

[incognitotea]

FinalFantasy4ever156

c H i c k e N P o o P 45

I write a lot of poems...I'm also just curious if any of you guys do too....cause i made one up and i want to share it...so here it is:

Sometimes,
It feels like the world is mine.
I wished you're always by my side.
I tried to hide,
My true feelings.
That didn't worked.

At times like these,
I wished I was on top of the world.
No one by my side,
Except for you.

When you smile, it makes me filled full of joy.
I just wish I could sleep in your arms,
By your side.
Even though this poem does not rhyme,
I want you to know,
This is how,
I really feel about you.

end.


so what do you think?

I thought it was lovely. Some ppl may tell you it's a bit amateur, but really-- who's to say what's good and what's not? I especially like the last few lines, about how this poem doesn't rhyme. It conveys a feeling of linnocence in its imitations, vulnerability and honest affection. As if you were saying you're not perfect, but your love is quite real and will therefore be thought of as more than enough.

Since we're all sharing, I wrote this during a moody point in my life. You know, that phase of teenage depression that we all go through? Looking back on it now, it really isn't any good in my opinion. Especially with how the opening lines sends a feeling of generic imitation of something much deeper barely visible in the distance, found few and far in between. This was my poetic interpretation of how a person's mind relentlessly haunts one with negative memories at the lowest point-- in a person's life. But for better or worse, it's here your your criticism and viewing pleasure, lol =). Please judge harshly, I'd like to hear a straightforward answer.

Where I Sit, Filtering Sunlight through the Trees

It's interesting, in a way,
How you always betray me
at just the right moment,
With impeccable timing, speaking to me.
To replay moments I'd hoped to forget.
It's too late perhaps. . . .
The shame has already become me, molded me.
I can see through
so evidently in my shadow,
Cast down by the warmth of the morning-dewed sun.
And with light's futile attempts
to bring joy to this casket, it has failed
before
it has even begun.
Because, I will forever be here,
and the shadow that becomes me.

It's alright though, there is hope.
You, my Most Feared Enemy, you
only come when I have thought.
How often does that happen?

-FinalFantasy4Ever156

Again, c H i c k e N P o o P 45. Yours was awesome.
Oh yes, and Sushi Flavored Gatorade, poetry has been described as being the art of saying infinitely more by saying less. In rhyming every bit of your wall of text you refer to as poetry, it becomes mechanical and formulaic. Where's the heart of your piece? And also, simplicity is sometimes perfect in its lack of redundancy. How can you criticise someone else's piece based on such shallow observation? Looks to me like you just wanted to get your 'work' noticed by others. Did you really post with the intention of giving sinciere support and constructive criticism? I think not.

Thanks FinalFantasy4ever156, you're awsome too. And I agree of what FinalFantasy4ever156 said about Sushi Flavored Gatorade. But thanks for sharing. It doesn't really matter if it rhymes or not. Its about words and feelings. ahh well. night.  

[silly_rayray]

i write alittle of poem  

[AngelotheWolf]

i suck at poems, and i made this for school... =.=

Ode to Rock

Strings are plucked
from the Guitar.
The Bass is pumping along
with the beat
of the Drums.
The singing vocals enties
the noise, creating a song
that resonates throughout the air
with a calming frequency
entering our ears
and into our minds
forming a beautiful thing called music.