So I like it wordy, with long, reaching verses,
Lines rich with language â€“ they act like theyâ€™re curses.
Short, choppy, and only holding half a thought,
Those lines are not lines, they are really not!
I like to read poems that are country air;
Warm and roomy and beautifully fair.
I do not want to breathe in that city smoke;
Which cuts you off and causes you to choke.
I like poems that are poems just for the fun,
Getting lost in the words is rivaled by none.
Poetic prose that flows as silky as butter,
Tastes better on the tongue and makes my heart flutter.
The first book I ever fell in love with and made me love reading was The Outsiders. My Favorite author at the moment is Christopher Moore because his books seriously make me laugh out loud no matter what. I probably seem crazy to some people... Sitting there on a city bus all quiet and then "Hahaha!" comes out. My favorite series of books are the Harry Potter books. I stared reading them when they first came out when I was 11 and I've followed it religiously through all these years.
That's so cool! Do you write poetry? If so, it would be awsome if you would share some (if you don't mind). I love reading poems that other people have written. I've started a thread called "poetry free for all" on this board and it has a few of mine poested in it along with a couple of other things. :)
Thanks tasmia :) -Nice Lolita quote. I read that last year in Uni.
This one is not one of mine. It's a lyric from the song "Superheroes" taken from the musical "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" I really love the verses so that's why I'm sharing.
And crawling on the planet's face
Some insects called the human race
Lost in time, and lost in space
To hopefully get this ball rolling a little more, here's another one of mine.
Itâ€™s a sad fate to be living,
In a house like this.
Youâ€™ve turned it into a Newtonâ€™s cradle,
And it brings you happiness.
You enjoy the fact that when youâ€™re gone,
Weâ€™re all waiting here at home.
And youâ€™re comfortable with the idea,
That we feel left alone.
As soon as we start moving,
You call us all back in.
We come back every time,
To find youâ€™ve gone again.
Hi cut-out-and-keepers! I enjoy writting poetry and I think many of you do to considering everyone here is artistic. I thought it would be fun to make a poetry thread for anyone to post/talk about/or read poetry.
I guess I'll start out with one of my own...
Scales hang heavily judging my evils,
On one side there lays a dream unattained,
Opposite, a dream unattainable.
They teeter as I think about my life;
I regret my plans for the future.
Youth, they all say, is wasted on the young,
But the young become wasted by the world.
Mother and father offer their support,
So supportive that they offered their home!
Adult life, then, must painfully regress,
To old bedrooms with posters of rock bands.
Twin beds call back the children they once held,
Now the only monster that dwells beneath,
Is that of guilt and possibility.
Is it a mistake to want more in life?
So I would love to hear what you guys think about my poem or it would be great if you would share your own. If you're not into writting poetry but you enjoy it, maybe you can share one of your favorite poems?
Come on don't leave me hanging! :)
Ok so I started writing a poem and all of a sudden it turned into more of a monologue-ish thing. And I'm writing it and then BOOM I find myself tearing up while typing and now I'm not sure about the product.
So I'm here to ask you creative people out there what you think about this thing I wrote. I want to know if it should be a poem or a monologue and what I should name it. Any comments are welcome. Thanks!
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Iâ€™m drifting away a little farther than armâ€™s length.
Just one step away from being gone;
And youâ€™re comfortable with me just being -
But itâ€™s lonely here.
I took a step away and suddenly
You need me. You miss me. You want me to come home.
I came back. I always will come back.
But as soon I walk into one door you go out the other.
You always go out.
Iâ€™m not like her. Iâ€™m not going to stay here for you because itâ€™s comfortable.
If you need me and miss me and want me;
Then tell me that when Iâ€™m here.
But Iâ€™m always here. Iâ€™m always right here.
And you still go out.