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| Topic Started: 9 Mar 2009, 06:41 PM (397 Views) | |
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9 Mar 2009, 06:41 PM Post #1 |
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This little strand of thread is about poems. Show off poems you've made maybe when you were younger, create your own, or just admire others. Here's a list of things you can BUT are not required to make: Haiku , Diamante Sonnet , Odes Quatrain , Didactic Couplet , Triolet Etheree , Cinquain Rondelet Have fun kids  .Edited by Santa Fe, 9 Mar 2009, 06:42 PM.
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10 Mar 2009, 08:58 AM Post #2 |
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Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. If you are my friend, please answer this. Are we friends or are we not? you told me once but I forgot so tell me now and tell me true so I can say I'm here for you. of all the friends I've ever met you're the one I won't forget and if I die before you do I go to heaven and wait for you. |
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10 Mar 2009, 02:42 PM Post #3 |
What is green...scaly...breathes flame...and has spikes?
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Some More Types of Poetry: Ballad Fixed Haiku & Eastern Limerick Open Sestina Song Sonnet Spoken Word Villanelle Surrealism Typographical Rhyming Verse Alexandrine Epic Blank Verse Canzone Elegy Epigram Epithalamium (or Epithalamion) Free Verse Lyric Ode Pastoral Tanka Terza Rima |
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| Luemas | 10 Mar 2009, 05:02 PM Post #4 |
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I had to make a poetry book, with several different forms of poetry two years ago. They may still be somewhere on my computer.. Here goes validation In the lands of fire. In the mines of gold. There breathes a person, neither young, nor old, He spends his days thinking, contemplating a song all day he sits away, braiding his long white beard... Not quite sure where that came from... |
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| ARAZEC | 12 Mar 2009, 07:52 AM Post #5 |
This Person Has No Life
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its Santa Claus |
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13 Mar 2009, 07:30 PM Post #6 |
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I have to make a poetry book to, except I'm currently doing one in my english class. We've finished haiku's, didactics, and diamante's. Slithering Serpents Seep into the ghostly abyss Intrails dissipate. |
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| Luemas | 13 Mar 2009, 09:23 PM Post #7 |
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No... it isn't Santa Claus... It i think has more to do with Olewyn the bard. With a museo... in Fireroot. not sure though.. |
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| Zeo | 14 Mar 2009, 03:13 PM Post #8 |
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Here is a poem I made I wish i could soar through the sky but I have no wings to fly, I wish I could reach your embrace my love, My ever grace. |
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| ARAZEC | 14 Mar 2009, 08:05 PM Post #9 |
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a jelly fish lay on the beACH above the waters reach even on the highest tide so it shriveled up and died. does anyone know What type of poetry that is? someone told me this one..... A limerick fan from Australia regarded his work as a failure his verses were fine untill the fourth line ? Edited by ARAZEC, 14 Mar 2009, 08:27 PM.
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| Luemas | 14 Mar 2009, 08:47 PM Post #10 |
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I think a limerick has all lines rhyme, it's six/five lines and the fourth is shorter, syllable wise then the rest. I think. |
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18 Mar 2009, 02:54 AM Post #11 |
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Limerick: There once was an old man from Wheeling Who had a peculiar feeling Said the sign on the door Please don't spit on the floor He jumped up and spat on the ceiling the first, second and last sentence must rhyme. and the 3rd & 4th sentence must rhyme. the first sentence mostly ends with a Location. Edited by dutchgirl, 18 Mar 2009, 03:02 AM.
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| ARAZEC | 23 Mar 2009, 06:37 AM Post #12 |
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well i am re-posting this i wrote it while the bush fires were burning in my country..... The Last Ember why where you used to run and laugh cant i hear you anymore? they tell me one does not feel the burning alive its because the brain gives mercy to the body i feel the peeling of your skin its my reality everyday should i look for you too? and join them but i know you will never be found cremated againest your will your dust brings no peace for the living was i spared the stench of burning finger nails to live with my ghost called regret? should the ground bring forth green again and kookaburras laugh where they perished? in your rightfull place, why were we robbed by calamity? i will wander for a time and then settle only to wander again but the circles i walk are not on a path upward can our home really be nothing? my throat cracks on the inside of me i am torn to the core i am an open wound a thin veil of soot forever blinding could this really be all that remains? if i lay down here too can the earth take me back? would it be so cruel to spit me out ? yes i must gnash teeth untill i find courage that never comes alluding me as i search through pain for exsistence someone touches my arm and i turn it is slow but i see a twinkle in their eye it comes from the corner was that real or imagined? i search again eyes widened darting i see the twinkle and its shining at me was it God? was God talking to me? this person this stranger that longs to comfort me is like a mirror i can receive their love but am void of any returning falling into their shoulder this stranger lets me cry tears are long ago dried up but i cry silently for a long time no words are spoken or story shared the stranger receives my greif and returns only love their silence my permission allowing for the exchange the trading of sorrows and the return of love. my yoke is lightened my greif is shared and this stranger remains knowingly they too know loss and they too know pain this is all that i know of the stranger this and the twinkling of an eye. Written Feb 2009 by ARAZEC In Memory Of The Volunteers Victorian Fires Edited by ARAZEC, 23 Mar 2009, 06:49 AM.
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25 Mar 2009, 08:31 AM Post #13 |
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awesome did you see it happening? the fire I mean. |
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| ARAZEC | 25 Mar 2009, 09:54 AM Post #14 |
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ta I only saw the fire on the tele when i write its mostly i dont think i just feel and start |
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| ARAZEC | 17 Apr 2009, 03:58 PM Post #15 |
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 i know,i know a double post but its the most appropriate topic....so i wanted to post my own Health Care Poem Health Care Lined up like cattle in the waiting room Emergency Section at night time noon faces wear anguish,faces wear doom faces wear worry....will the doctor come soon? In walks some Junkie trying to be composed itching furiously and scratching their nose another nose bleeds from another fight night revellers huddling their friend is he alright? a little baby stares at the stark flurecent light oblivious and innocent parents surveying the sight the triage nurse, tough as nails sorts the auditions people fumble for id hugging the rails she is a seasoned professional sorting the sick one waiting for her passes out hey that does the trick ! a feeling of hopelessness as the hours drag on here come the sirens !!! oh no now the wait will be long. in a very small corner theres some one who does not care waiting very patiently just hanging in there too weak to protest to sick to get up too much in pain as the nurse has a coffee ,the second cup.... something feels cold and trickles to the floor as a man stands up screaming doctors we need more as the waiting room erupts complaints all around everyones standing except this one person stuck to the ground now the blood flows freely and begins to pool the stomach ache,was not that it was an unborn child-whose mother was gratefull just to be inside...... as it pushes past 1 double doors swing open a buzzer sounds,everyones hoping.... Dr Ratatatameroutini calls out the number looking around,demanding- wake up from your slumber! he notices the girl who was breifly a mother *someone edit the mistakes please !!! Edited by ARAZEC, 17 Apr 2009, 04:03 PM.
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