I don't know I just thought that it would be nice to have just lil poetry, so that what this here topic is for. Placing poetry, and admiring the art of language.
You can either put poems in here, give sources of where to find poetry, or you can give your opinion. ^.^ its all for fun anyway, right? ^.^

Okay then, here is a poem I made in elementary school. I think got the idea when one of the dogs in my house kept whining and when we pulled out a treat the dog stopped. It was like some pain had come to the dog and then it was gone.

There once was a dog from Maine
Who was in a great deal of pain
He went to the vet
A treat he did get
Except he was shipped off to Spain

That's a Limeric not poetry.

Sorry.

Good one though, so may be you can change the title to Limerics.

BUT GUYS KEEP THEM CLEAN.

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Limmericks are a type of poem.

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There are many types of poetry.
For Example:
Quatrains
Alliterations
Haikus
Limericks
Similes and Metaphors
Aphabet poetry
Shape Poetry

bad poetry...

...oh no-etry

lol

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This next one is a Haiku title "Calm Fire".

Cheerful in darkness
Blazing from its little core
A light in the night

Try not just reading the words. try imaginning the image.

'Ere's a krappy one I wrote for no good reason.

(I can write much better stuff than this - trust me! )


Plant the seed you both,
Plant the seed of friendship.

The kind deeds,
The listenting ear.
Hear the silent understanding.

Water it with patience,
Time and space,
Let it breathe the kindly words,
Spoken from your mouths.

Let it grow,
Dance with the light
Outlined with the shadow,
Cast by its leaves.

Watch as it blossoms,
Then droops and wilts away,
As you take it for granted,
Neglect it,
Nourish it with not so much as a smile,
Believing it will forever remain,
In the now exhausted soil,
You'd lain down so long ago.

Just when you think things are going well,
And you try to shelve your doubts,
Always there is something,
Or someone,
That shatters the illusion,
You'd allowed to grow.

And you feel regret,
But no grudge do you bear--
You know it was the fault
Of neither one alone,
But the faults of both,
One and the other,
Two together,
Apart.


I told you it was a load of rubbish, but did you listen?

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^^ better than anyting ive written recently

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No, the 'bad poetry, oh-noetry' thing was really funny

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Kenneth that was beautiful. The flow of it caught my eyes and didn't let go. Don't be so hard on yourself for you would make a better poet then I. Just remember that poetry does not always have to go with the flow or make sense at all. It is the beauty of languages and that is all. It can have a theme or it can not, it just matters how it makes you feel.

dunno if this counts as poetry but ive always thought that certain song lyrics are kinda poetic such as most (early) linkin park.

v Forgotten

Quote:

There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end (Skies cock back) and shock that which can’t defend The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question Forcefully, the power of suggestion Then with the eyes shut / looking though the rust and rot And dust / a spot of light floods the floor And pours over the rusted world of pretend The eyes ease open and its dark again From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I’ve forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won’t escape me But why should I care In the memory you’ll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs Pollution manifested in perpetual sound The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind Street lamps, chain-link and concrete A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats On down the street till the wind is gone The memory now is like the picture was then When the paper’s crumpled up it can’t be perfect again From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I’ve forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won’t escape me But why should I care In the memory you’ll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up

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Actually believe it or not a lot of music starts out as poetry and sometimes music is peotry thats how lots of music goes, though some are just considered music period

Nobody knows nobody cares
my life is a darkness, just me
my mind is a mess, my dream in a dress
but they see a guy, just me.

i hope and i prey to be me some day
my life is a secret, just me
i hide and i lie then inside a cry
they don't see the tears, just me

i feel love and feel pain and cry in the rain
my life is my prison, just me
i no longer feel shame, i met others the same
you don't see a wierdo, just me

thanks huns

Debs X

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