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So, just about everyone I know has their own thread in AMW, and I decided it was high time I started one of my own. I'm no artist, but I fancy myself to be a bit of a poet. Here's a few by myself:
The Five Seasons
In the cool of these days
I lie in the grass and contemplate
In a fresh and gentle haze
These beautiful breezes of late
I long for times to go on forever
But alas, they always stay never
Through the days of heat
I long for the autumn
Through this swelting waves to beat
A cold, wet column
Like a fresh breath of life
To end this heated strife
In these months so gold
When fresh joy enchants
The colours grow bold
With gusts of cool windy rants
I fear my life is gone
When these perfect days move on
Like a renewal of heart
These ages are bathed in white
When gone are the times of hurt
Here the young are fresh with delight
Sweet peace, joy, and love
Soon flies away like a dove
Ah, this fifth season
It is how I am alive
It ends without reason
It all too soon doesn't arrive
When this season is gone
To the afterlife, I move on
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You Live To Die
Men live, men die
A pat on the back
Beats a poke in the eye
This pendulum is out of wack
As life marches on, love might find you
If it does, it might stay
Or it might sail on with a ship's crew
If it's still there, hooray
Soon, tragedy strikes you down
Life starts to end, fall to pieces around your ears
Those bright lights of love may turn brown
If you're lucky, come true will all your fears
Soon pain will come 'round
Like a swimmer drown'd
You have no will to be alive
You impatiently wait for death to arrive
When you see him come over the hill
You run to greet him, as a friend
Suddenly, to life you have the will
But it's too late; come, has the end
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The Long Road
As I walk along this road
I see many dead on the road
I see bodies on the road
I see limbs on the road
I see heds on the road
But never on this road
Have I seen love on this road
Never once happiness on this road
Everything is dead on the Long Road
Walk life traversing the Long Road
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I'll add more as the days go on
Even though time leaves
I'll not be long gone
For he that in me truly believes
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its a tad more than slightly romantic :P its really good tho. i liked it a lot keeeeep it uppp
So, for my most favouritest ag-er, soccergirl, I made a poemz.
Red, White, Black and Blue
Red is your hair
White is your skin
Black is your heart
Blue is the emptiness within
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Tell me whatcha fink? xD
Wow the first two are pretty accurate. The last....not so much. I'm pretty sure my heart isn't black...kinda wonderig why u said that tho...........
:P
Maybe I'm jealous
Wont you just tell us?
But wont I say what I do
Understand me not
But my cape is really hot
Trollolol
Don't try to cajole
I made those two rhyme
Like a sick pantomime!
Now think me a fool
Using that as a tool
But I'm really just smart
And soft at heart
This makes no sense
I don't know from whence
But it'll be gone
Before too long
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Answer your question? xD
You're jealous of my boyfriend because you are no longer the "capeman" u were before? Is that why you call me black hearted? I have not one idea what you are talking about. But whatever
*fail*?
I was just being random. It rhymed, so I said it... xDDD
But, I apologize, I should have thought about how that would come across.
Friend
F: You're forgiving
R: You're refreshing
I: You're invaluable
E: You're emmersive
N: You're non-replaceable
D: You're dependable
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For my F.R.I.E.N.D, Soccergirl :P
thank you. I'm sorry if I got the wrong impression about your poem. Jus seemed kind of odd to me...but thanks for this poem
Lol. That's totally nice to know. I didn't know I had fwends...but okay.
You have friends
and you know it
It's something that never ends
You can't help but show it
I'll always be by your side
I'm along for the ride
When you need someone to buy you another round
I'll always be there to be crowned
No matter what you do
I'm always there for you
Awwwwww. So sweet these aren't as deep as ur beginning poems tho. Those were really good. You should write some more *nudge nudge*
One Day
This one is my favorite so far but I do enjoy seeing your new poems but try not to rush on some of these or they'll lose some meaning-DT07
Your neglect to use central elements of poetic form such as punctuation and fitting rhyme is a huge inspiration to my work. I wrote a haiku about your style that I feel I must share.
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Alt brings up two valid points:
The first, punctuation. Poetry has grammar. Punctuation tells us if a thought has finished or if it's going on. Five Seasons needs this bad. It would make it much more readable. As such, it took me three tries.
Now, your ideas aren't half bad. You can think poetic thoughts, and you're getting there in expressing them. Five Seasons has a key weakness: it just doesn't flow right. The rhyme and meter don't work together to call forth the content in the readers mind. This is Alt's second legitimate criticism. Rhyme does not equal poetry.
Any ol' fool can put rhyming lines down. A poet understands poetic form. Now, you might be thinking "It's my free expression! I can do what I want!" Well, you're wrong, in short. Good poetry uses literary devices to create meaning. The most common device is form, the combination of rhyme and rhythm. Yes, you can make up your own to fit the piece, but that doesn't mean you don't have to study forms like sonnets and haikus and limericks. You have to know the rules to break them. Otherwise, you aren't a rule-breaker, you just don't know **** from Shinola.
Read the poetry of Robert Frost. I think you'd like him, and he exemplifies what I mean by form allowing you to feel the poem. A good poem an feel almost interactive -- the thoughts on the page are flowing both in and out of you. You make it your own just by reading it.
So yeah. Every word, your rhyme scheme, your meter -- these are all conscious choices. You are free, but to be good, you must choose them, not just write whatever and say it's a choice to do whatever. So yeah. Form in harmony with content. Good job, though. You aren't bad.
you just don't know **** from Shinola.
What is Shinola? *_* xD
Experimental
Immune to criticisms
duck duck duck gentle
I'm sorry, I'm not much of a poet, so I missed the meaning of this.
Good job, though. You aren't bad.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.... xD
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