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Edited by Anonymous Entity:
10/4/2015 3:08:49 AM
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Is anyone feeling sad...? Write poetry with me.
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(Low melodious hum.)
I am... and I know others are feeling sad as well.
This is a simple post for a serious and mostly complex issue... if you are feeling sad or would just like to participate, I would enjoy reading some poetry written by you.
Above, I posted my little poem I wrote when I was sad. Your poem can be about anything you want.
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[b]Ode to Felwinter[/b] [i]What is a lie? But an incorrigible attempt at the truth. Or is it a malicious prophecy? Meant to harm all in its wake. Well, I’ve told the Lie, But I’ve also felt the wrath of its truth; Spewing forth from its malevolent void. And this… And this I know for sure: The truth of the Lie Tis a Demon.[/i]
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Roses are blue Violents are red I like poo So do you [spoiler]:~:[/spoiler]
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Afraid, I am afraid, if you deny. Afraid, I am afraid, if you're not fúcking mine.
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A friend of mine posted a "haiku" on Facebook. My response: Pretty sentiment. Shame about the syllables. Try five, seven, five.
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2 RepliesEdited by AurumPrimavera22: 10/28/2015 11:31:21 PMOh, my white flower, you are so lovely a thought Brought to me by midnight's gloom Hair the colour of night, skin pale moonlight Oh, my white flower, I love you. Your eyes, cerulean, are vases of love To hold the roses as I give you my soul Your petals, they float in the perfum of spring All I wish to say is "I do" My lovely valentine, my heart's delight, hair as black as night Straight like the arrow to my heart that Cupid's bow has launched The time we have spent together in tender embrace is not quite Where, my dear, are you? Have you gone away forever? Wilted away? Have you been lost among the garden, hidden to keep my heart at bay? I miss you, I truly do, my love. I love you I found my dear, but angels have ascended you They have brought you to the Choir where they sing of you Oh, empyrean angels, would you be spiteful if I joined my perfect rose? Oh tears, oh woe, my fear and keening... Oh, my rose, the winter has come Yet you are locked away by ice from me Oh, my rose, do forgive me For I know there shall be tears, oh I know... But for you, I am joyous to go Oh Winter, my heart, my perfect white rose... Only in death my love for you grows...
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Happy poem, by W.M. Fox.., Happy Fox. Happy Fox. Little ball of happiness. Happy Fox. Happy Fox. Floof, floof, floof. Thank you.
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A one for poetry A one for prose A one for the sent of a spring time rose But there is one fact that I do know [spoiler]i sure get a kick out of that there Beavis and Butthead show [/spoiler]
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2 RepliesEdited by Sieg of Catarina: 10/9/2015 6:51:12 AMHow about some encouragement The darkness is a hole A gentle but violent void It's gives an image of fulfillment But whatever it touches is destroyed This hole is created by doubt Fear and anger, and deep regret It lives in us all So terror is our best bet There is an escape to this dilemma But only one way It requires the toughest of deeds Each and every day The solution is simple But yet not an easy task You'll have to swallow your sorrow And remove your mask The solution is called love The opposition of selfishness It overcomes our worst fears And you realize your pricelessness It's the remedy of the heart And the spark of emotional life It gives you purpose and joy Instead of resorting to the knife Whether it be from a companion Or a Power above It is guaranteed that there is someone That will show you love Love is hated by the darkness But the risk is worth taking It gives you a hope and a future And is greatness in the making The sadness and loneliness Whether it arrives now or later Regardless it's a sign A call to something greater The greater is love It is the only maker of kindness It separates us from animals And makes us unique in every likeness Whether there is Power above Or this is all we have and know We are hardwired to embody love And to let offense go Don't hold on to sadness or hurt No disease can be worse than the end result But let love rule So your joy doesn't halt Love those that hate you It shouts out your maturity It makes you wiser And maintains your purity Love won't hate you for messing up But will instead help you on your feet It's people that let love rule That you should strive to meet The curse of our world is hate Hate says you're worthless Hate hates love Because love gives purpose Live by love, and you'll love to live Make it worth it, you have one shot Live your life with purpose and greatness No matter whether you're hated or not Attitude doesn't determine you Love does, people watch your action They will be inspired by your life And will have a positive reaction Love is the bond of family and friends And what makes hatred suffer It teaches you how to respect him And it shows you how to value her Life without love is food without flavor It makes you hungrier and sick You will be told it's what makes you happy but that's a trick This is His law, the law of love It was his willing heart that chose to die So that you would have unlimited second chances So you don't have to kiss hope goodbye
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Roses are red, Daisies are yellow. Clear your head, And find your mellow
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Dis is a story about my life Basically one involving your wife So there i sat Looking at her in a hat I walked close And then it rose Off went her hat And I nearly shat Her lucious hair Was something quite rare Off went my pants Like there had been ants Up went her skirt I knew it wouldn't hurt To take off my underwear And soon I'd find her name to be Claire But then I awoke And I almost spoke Oh that's right The only wife you have is a light
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Not exactly a poem, but something that I've found pretty interesting (and soothing, in its own bizarre way) Snow is amazing. Especially when one sees it for the very first time. On both the macro and micro level it is impressive. Millions upon millions of flakes, each crystallized on its own and no two are identical. A sky full of such things, each unique, but all similar, each part of a swarming, swirling and falling cascade of a snapshot in the nearly infinite existence of billions of molecules that have existed for a very, very long time and that have been snow and snowflakes before, and will be different snowflakes countless times again. You can say that an individual snowflake isn't special and I can understand and accept that as your view. But to me? Each one of them, every pile, every time I see snow, I am struck with wonder and awe. [spoiler]This is Ginger's alt btw. [/spoiler]
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waltz me to the grave this sickness all the same dance me to the ground into the dust from which i came
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Do I feel sad? Extremely? Do I want to talk about it? Sure, just not on the Internet. Do I want to write poetry? No, but today I did create a giant portrait of Donald Trump's face on my school's sidewalk, so I've used my right-brain enough.
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Poetry doesn't have to be about sadness. It doesn't even have to be serious. Here's one I wrote a while ago to show you. [spoiler] Hello, my name is Bob. I work at Wal-Mart, cleaning bathrooms, my job. A great many horrors these eyes have seen, while doing my job, making everything clean. Once the wall was a canvas and a tampon the brush. Please take your time to understand, there's no need to rush. As I write this hoping that you vote up I am in the back room, getting a mop for some throw-up. [/spoiler]
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11 RepliesRat Sat Mat. Cat Bat. Rat Flat. FIN
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Health potions are red, Mana potions are blue, Will you be my player two?
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Shane Koyczan. Started listening to him lately, I think he's awesome.
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Poetry is literally the worst kind of literature, it's boring dum and makes no sense
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Here's the other [spoiler]Give Me a Reason Why am I always the one left behind? Sitting alone in my room at night I think about how I try to be kind And end up with the familiar sight Of everyone I try to help Walking away from me. What could I do differently? I'm clearly missing something. There's no way I could so consistently Be left with almost nothing By pure coincidence. It doesn't make any sense. How do I need to improve? What will make people stay? How do I make a heart move? What will add color to the gray? Just tell me what to do So that I can keep you Because I don't know How many more times I can say all the right lines And be left with nothing to show. [/spoiler]
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1 ReplyMy dearest father, can you feel me? A churning cauldron within your soul, Licking at the edges of your mind. I must breathe, and you wish it so, Careful not to loosen your grip, Escape is just within my reach.
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2 RepliesI actually wrote this to post here but couldn't find the thread. [spoiler]Sitting still I fell hard and fast And now I'm left wondering If I'm gonna crash and burn. I feel like I'm sailing with a split mast, Just spinning my wheels in the snow Trying to find some solid ground On a shrinking mound In a rising flood. The stagnant state Is starting to rot me out. Something needs to move. [/spoiler]
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I thought you left again.
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Just wrote this last night, didn't know where else to share it. [u]Clarity[/u] Lot of anger lot of hate Make a wish and clear your plate Say a prayer your last goodbye Take a bow prepare to die Accept defeat where it lay Forever lost a grand display The truth comes forth it does not falter A fate condemned you cannot alter And this is how the story ends A drop of ink falls from thy pen To be a page on which one writes Forever stained the blackest nights.
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Edited by BlackStar: 10/10/2015 12:25:45 PMI want you to show me what your heart is made of. I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn't think you'd live through. Tell me what the word "home" means to you and tell me in a way that I'll know your mother's name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they're sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother's joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you to tell me all the ways you've been unkind. Tell me all the ways you've been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people's wounds.
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Life it seems will fade away Drifting further every day Getting lost within myself Nothing matters, no one else I have lost the will to live Simply nothing more to give There is nothing more for me Need the end to set me free Things not what they used to be Missing one inside of me Deathly lost, this can't be real Cannot stand this hell I feel Emptiness is filling me To the point of agony Growing darkness taking dawn I was me, but now he's gone No one but me can save myself, but it's too late Now I can't think, think why I should even try Yesterday seems as though it never existed Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye Goodbye
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1 ReplyYOU STILL EXIST?!?! *bows down*
