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I'll bet you didn't know it, but I'm also a poet!
All joking aside, I'll post all of my poetry on this thread.
Notice how in the second passage I slowly closed it, like the girls life coming to a close.
Please comment and rate on my poetry!
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"Life isn't about how hard you can hit;
it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward"
{[YT]} [|BEYBLOG|] (â—ŠSoG-My Bookâ—Š)/<DA>\
All joking aside, I'll post all of my poetry on this thread.
Spartan Poetry (Click to View)
Hells Flame (Click to View)
The fires began to swell,
and the heat scorched the air.
Her eyes searched me for a ray of hope,
But there was nothing there.
I wanted to reach out to her,
To show her I was there.
Her tear streaked eyes looked up at me
And they were filled with despair
Her body was consumed,
By the fiery mouth of hell
Her young sweet face
Bade me a long farewell
Her eyes grew still,
her body limp,
and silently,
she fell
The fires began to swell,
and the heat scorched the air.
Her eyes searched me for a ray of hope,
But there was nothing there.
and the heat scorched the air.
Her eyes searched me for a ray of hope,
But there was nothing there.
I wanted to reach out to her,
To show her I was there.
Her tear streaked eyes looked up at me
And they were filled with despair
Her body was consumed,
By the fiery mouth of hell
Her young sweet face
Bade me a long farewell
Her eyes grew still,
her body limp,
and silently,
she fell
The fires began to swell,
and the heat scorched the air.
Her eyes searched me for a ray of hope,
But there was nothing there.
Notice how in the second passage I slowly closed it, like the girls life coming to a close.
The Rising Tide (Click to View)
300 stood strong,
Stood brave and young,
against the rising tide.
But not a man could predict,
The damage to be done
The skies that would soon be tainted,
against the rising tide
Storm clouds charging the air,
Growing thick and hot,
The earth, soon to be charred,
by the fire and licking flames,
against the rising tide.
The bodies to be piled up high,
Their blood splashed like rain.
The tide would soon crash,
against the stone walls,
against the rising tide!
The sea rumbled deeply,
growling at its' prey.
But the shore stood strong,
against the rising tide.
But did one not know,
That all things must erode?
The rocky shore,
The strong 300,
Against the rising tide.
The stormy seas, the cloudy skies,
Had broken down the walls.
Slowly they crumpled, rippled, and thundered,
Against the rising tide
They faded, into darkness,
Alas, all that was left,
When all was set and done,
The licking flames had turned to ash,
The final bodies,
turned to dust.
All 300 fought valiantly,
All 300 Resisted valiantly!
But all 300 lost valiantly,
Against odds,
Against fate,
Against the rising tide.
Sorry it was so long!
Stood brave and young,
against the rising tide.
But not a man could predict,
The damage to be done
The skies that would soon be tainted,
against the rising tide
Storm clouds charging the air,
Growing thick and hot,
The earth, soon to be charred,
by the fire and licking flames,
against the rising tide.
The bodies to be piled up high,
Their blood splashed like rain.
The tide would soon crash,
against the stone walls,
against the rising tide!
The sea rumbled deeply,
growling at its' prey.
But the shore stood strong,
against the rising tide.
But did one not know,
That all things must erode?
The rocky shore,
The strong 300,
Against the rising tide.
The stormy seas, the cloudy skies,
Had broken down the walls.
Slowly they crumpled, rippled, and thundered,
Against the rising tide
They faded, into darkness,
Alas, all that was left,
When all was set and done,
The licking flames had turned to ash,
The final bodies,
turned to dust.
All 300 fought valiantly,
All 300 Resisted valiantly!
But all 300 lost valiantly,
Against odds,
Against fate,
Against the rising tide.
Sorry it was so long!
Walking today, dead tomorrow (Click to View)
Good lord, what a hard poem this was to create! The format is called a Sestina, where every line ends with the same 6 words, following a scheme. The total amount of passages must be 7, with 6 lines, except for the last one, which must be 3 lines, totaling the line count to 39. Phew! There was no rhyming or anything (free verse) because it would take away from the fact I used the same words every time and it still sort of made sense!
I have #ed the words so you can follow the scheme. The poem is based on WWII.
Walking Today, Dead Tomorrow
I found another dead, 1
I found more today, 2
Their limp faces did not show, 3
where they had traveled, where they were walking... 4
Their lonely hands held no 5
answers at all. His life did not receive mercy. 6
Our people would receive no mercy, 6
Torn up and burned, we will be dead 1
But when asked to surrender, I will say no! 5
When asked to give in today, 2
I will answer by walking 4
away, emotions I will not show 3
By this time tomorrow, my face will show 3
Their rage, their hatred, without mercy... 6
By that time I will not be walking 4
I will have been conquered by the dead 1
But it is still today 2
So tomorrow I will think about, no. 5
My eyes will still say no, 5
I will only show, 3
Why I had not given up today 2
I will show THEM no mercy, 6
Because soon we will all be piled up, dead... 1
But for now, I must keep walking. 4
I must keep walking, 4
Must keep walking, for when they arrive, bloodthirsty, no 5
one will be spared, lining up the dead. 1
And to the world they will show, 3
That though we asked not for mercy, 6
They gave us none today 2
While today is still today, 2
You will find me walking 4
Not begging or pleading for mercy 6
But when tomorrow comes, no, 5
When tomorrow comes you will show... 3
You will find me amongst my brethren, the departed, the dead. 1
The dead (1) will haunt me today (2),
They will show me tomorrow (3), walking (4)
Into a trail of tears, no (5) one will show us, my people, mercy (6).
Sorry, worst poem yet, but this was more of a learning experience for me, to get a taste of something different.
I have #ed the words so you can follow the scheme. The poem is based on WWII.
Walking Today, Dead Tomorrow
I found another dead, 1
I found more today, 2
Their limp faces did not show, 3
where they had traveled, where they were walking... 4
Their lonely hands held no 5
answers at all. His life did not receive mercy. 6
Our people would receive no mercy, 6
Torn up and burned, we will be dead 1
But when asked to surrender, I will say no! 5
When asked to give in today, 2
I will answer by walking 4
away, emotions I will not show 3
By this time tomorrow, my face will show 3
Their rage, their hatred, without mercy... 6
By that time I will not be walking 4
I will have been conquered by the dead 1
But it is still today 2
So tomorrow I will think about, no. 5
My eyes will still say no, 5
I will only show, 3
Why I had not given up today 2
I will show THEM no mercy, 6
Because soon we will all be piled up, dead... 1
But for now, I must keep walking. 4
I must keep walking, 4
Must keep walking, for when they arrive, bloodthirsty, no 5
one will be spared, lining up the dead. 1
And to the world they will show, 3
That though we asked not for mercy, 6
They gave us none today 2
While today is still today, 2
You will find me walking 4
Not begging or pleading for mercy 6
But when tomorrow comes, no, 5
When tomorrow comes you will show... 3
You will find me amongst my brethren, the departed, the dead. 1
The dead (1) will haunt me today (2),
They will show me tomorrow (3), walking (4)
Into a trail of tears, no (5) one will show us, my people, mercy (6).
Sorry, worst poem yet, but this was more of a learning experience for me, to get a taste of something different.
Fireworks (Click to View)
We are the fireworks,
We are the light.
Together we are the show,
Bursting into the night.
Our families and friends,
Have lit the spark.
With that we must blossom,
Into the dark.
We will all go
Our separate ways
But we will all meet again,
As friends, someday.
As we prepare to take off,
And let our colors show,
We will look back, together,
And remember those who helped us to glow.
I had to write this about my class and how we are moving up into high school, so it doesn't really make sense. In any case, please review it
We are the light.
Together we are the show,
Bursting into the night.
Our families and friends,
Have lit the spark.
With that we must blossom,
Into the dark.
We will all go
Our separate ways
But we will all meet again,
As friends, someday.
As we prepare to take off,
And let our colors show,
We will look back, together,
And remember those who helped us to glow.
I had to write this about my class and how we are moving up into high school, so it doesn't really make sense. In any case, please review it
Memories From Afar (Click to View)
We ride away,
our time has come.
I remember it all so well.
The still wind
brushes my face,
bringing me back fro afar.
The soothing smells,
the melting memories,
I reminiscence their sweet embrace.
But the jolting shock,
of tire and rock,
returns me from afar.
They are stored away,
in the back of my mind,
waiting to be opened again.
I turn around,
without a sound,
the memories close yet far
Yup, that pretty much sucked
our time has come.
I remember it all so well.
The still wind
brushes my face,
bringing me back fro afar.
The soothing smells,
the melting memories,
I reminiscence their sweet embrace.
But the jolting shock,
of tire and rock,
returns me from afar.
They are stored away,
in the back of my mind,
waiting to be opened again.
I turn around,
without a sound,
the memories close yet far
Yup, that pretty much sucked
Please comment and rate on my poetry!
"Life isn't about how hard you can hit;
it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward"
{[YT]} [|BEYBLOG|] (â—ŠSoG-My Bookâ—Š)/<DA>\
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I am speaking from an author's point of view. You'll actually ruin their business! Also, I do not write poems, but yes, I do sing some made up songs at times. Each and every word, just pops out and I make it a part of my song!
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I mean, how can I find inspiration in fireworks?
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