I decided I'd try and post some of my poems on here, since I liked the first line poem thread so much. I would really like some advice on how to improve. Thanks!
AP EXAM IS OVERRRRRRRR. I'll be updating more regularly now.
Here's jeol. I tried to draw the version he described to me, but I sort of suck at drawing animals, so it looks sort of demented. :P I drew my own version.
Here is a jeol without all the written shizz around it. As you can see, I shirked on my shading.
Thanks for the "good luck!" If I can count, I see 7 stars. Ah, I see what you're trying to say. Man, this one really spoke to me. You see,I'm a sponsored mountain biker so some days I will find myself miles from any sort of civilization. This easily describes what I do, and the imagery just puts me even more into the situation. Good job on this one! I gotta say, it's definitely a fave.
Tacky, I really love your poems. You're a good poet! I'm striving to be a good poet, but I'm not half as good as you. I like a lot of your earlier poems. I especially like the short story on suicide with the little boy and the teenager. It was heart pounding. Anyone who can make my heart pound with a story is a very good writer in my opinion.
@murasaki Thanks for reading all of my poems. You get a Tacky-Prize for doing so.
I was planning on uploading some more pictures yesterday, but I realized I left my sketches at school. So they will have to wait until tomorrow. Next project: WOLFEH.
The poetry about suicide is'nt so depressing for some reason. KEEP IT UPPPP
I wuz hopin' not. I SHALL, DUDEZZZ! I SHALL!
Anyways. Not that you guys really care, but I PROMISE I'll upload moar pictures today. But for now, here's some poems from some poetry contests that I may or may not have already posted. :P
The cool wind whispers Chilled songs in my ears And the ocean's dark waves Flood their way to the piers.
Along the winding coast lie Pearly flecks in the sea. Floating atop The waves breaking free.
Rising and falling With the silver moon's strain, Kissing the shore; The tides' only restraint.
The sky dims to purple, Chasing gold from the air, And the sun dips below The skyline laid bare.
I view this treasure alone, Pondering the meaning of it, Then I realize that the meaning Doesn't matter one bit.
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My hands are trembling. My breath is forced and ragged. I can't see the end. O suspense, I lie in wait. I wait for you to take me.
FINALLY. I was too lazy to find white paper and draw on it, so I just doodled in my math notebook. I will never be a professional cartoonist. I don't have the patience to actually make it look good.
Here is Reaper. I created her in eighth grade, and she looked very different than she does now. Notice you can see the drawings on the back of the page. Oh well.
This is Reaper being all action-y and slashing things. She's my favorite character to draw for action poses.
I don't know why I didn't give her eyes. I usually do. :P