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 Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:10 am
This is a small compilation of my favorite poetry that I've written recently. I want to see what everyone else thinks of my work, and I'm curious to see the styles of other people, so feel free to post your own poetry here. I'll probably post it all in separate posts, keeping the poems broken from eachother. Please include a title of the poem you are talking about, should you choose to post suggestions or comments.
This'll take a while...
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:18 am
(Untitled)
The bell sounds.
Time for gym class to begin.
Rows of girls in colorful clothing
file into the dressing room,
reluctant to move, except for her.
A small girl,
calm eyes gleaming behind her
glasses, short hair bouncing with each step.
Quickly she vanishes through the door,
emerging moments later, a
different person, now that gym begins.
Whistle blows.
Everyone rushes to their
spots on the tiled floor. Today’s gig:
Agilities. Groaning students sprint
Back and forth on the floor, panting.
Only one seemed at ease through it all:
The small girl.
Now for a bit of an explanation. This was the typical gym class at my old school in Texas. Agilities were the worst of all things in that class, because we had to run across the gym floor many times, varying in speed, starting with a slow jog and working up to a full-power sprint. About 20 minutes of running, non-stop. It was torture! The small girl in the poem is my friend Abby, who I typically would call Itachi or Itachi-sensei. You see, all of my friends and I had nicknames that were from Naruto, our favorite anime. I was Naruto, because of my obsession with ramen. (I posted all of the names somewhere in my Gaian journal...)
This one was an assignment for school, where we were to write about a person that stood out from a crowd. Here, I wrote about Itachi-sensei, because she was incredibly important to me when I lived in Texas. Now that I've been forced to leave that place and come here to Indiana, I can handle the sadness and homesick feeling because of Itachi. She helped me to be strong when I lived there, and I did my best to be just as strong as she was. I hope you liked it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:24 am
To My Brother
I once believed that every rose had its thorns.
As a budding rosebush,
you seemed too painful for the reward.
Who is to say what could bloom?
Roses red as shed blood,
white, pure as fallen tears,
as black as anger and bitterness?
Maybe you are a mystery, like the blue rose,
blue for the lesson you have taught me.
Now I say to you, as it should be said,
Every thorn has its rose, and if you endure your troubles,
The beautiful rose inside is sure to bloom.
This one is hard to explain. It was also a school assignment, and I wrote it because my older brother is usually hard on my little sister and I about getting good grades and being good in school. He finally explained his actions, saying that he didn't want us to end up like him, but that he wanted us to have a good and succesful life. He seemed to be sad about something that day before he talked to us, and I felt the perfect inspiration to write. I just knew I had to use that experience in a poem, and i think I pulled it off okay. Without reading this part, though, I fear that it may be hard to understand the message of the poem...
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 9:05 am
on the verge of madness I was hoping for her to move, and she was waiting for me to do so and that is how we stayed sitted, sitted looking at each other.
I was asked to make a poem/ tale of only one line.... how about it?.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 10:27 am
irrock on the verge of madness I was hoping for her to move, and she was waiting for me to do so and that is how we stayed sitted, sitted looking at each other.
I was asked to make a poem/ tale of only one line.... how about it?.
Wow, in one line? That's tough. Not bad, really! I can't do anything like that and make it sound poetic...
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:43 pm
Kumo Shingetsu irrock on the verge of madness I was hoping for her to move, and she was waiting for me to do so and that is how we stayed sitted, sitted looking at each other.
I was asked to make a poem/ tale of only one line.... how about it?.
Wow, in one line? That's tough. Not bad, really! I can't do anything like that and make it sound poetic...
thks but you are being humile I liked your poems specially the one to your brother
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:07 pm
I really liked both poems. They're pretty inspiring and even uplifting in a way.
And there's no way I could make a one-line poem so that was pretty cool.
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