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 Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 4:01 pm
Okey, so basically, if you have any poems, feal free to share em, I reacently found my poetry notebook from the two quarters that was spent on it last year in English, so I'm gonna post mine, and still looking for my Wrighter's Workshop one o0. Feal free to post your own, or kibbits on other people's poems. If posting, please post similar to this:
[b][u]Tital[/b][/u]
[insert poem]
((type of poetry, optional))
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 4:10 pm
Poetry
Poetry is simple. The type you use is
Original, and according to your own preference.
Everyone can write poetry, Free verse is the most
Typical type of wrighting now a days. Or you could get
Really creative, and do another form. But what is done, is
Your preference.
You could wright something,
Like a Haikyu, 3 lines, who's
Beat goes 5-7-5.
Or
You could
Write a Cinquain,
Three types there are,
Traditional, Modern, and Pyramid. Simple.
Then There's Terribly Terrifying Tongue Twisers, Which Tie Two Ton Tongues.
Then there are ballads,
Which can be sung,
And tend to rhyme,
And flow with time.
And I'm
just running low on
Ideas
For a song.
Finally,
There's
Free vers,
Which
This
Has
Been
All
Along.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 4:16 pm
An Ode to Rain
"Rain, rain,
Go away.
Come again,
Some other day.
Let me go,
Outside to play.
Rain, rain,
Go away."
A child sings,
Wanting to play,
With her daddy,
That day.
*knock knock*
A rasp at the door.
"Can someone
Let me in?"
A familar voice cries.
She jumps up and screams,
"DADDY'S HOME!!
DADDY'S HOME!!"
Rushing to the door,
Pulling it open.
He steps inside,
And giver her..
A poncho...
And Rain boots??
She stare at him
Confused.
Then a light in her eye,
She understands.
"Rain rain,
Come again,
Come again soon.
Come again,
So I can play.
Rain rain,
Come again."
((obviously, this one s an ode, and I wrote it when it was raning, and it just rained here where I live biggrin ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 4:29 pm
((next two are untitaled, but are Limiricks.))
There once was a Giraffe from the zoo.
And one day, he cought the flew.
So he set of for a doctor,
And was sent off his rocker.
He kept muttering, "What to do? what to do?"
((poem 2))
Once I met a Flibian from Fliber-o-loo.
Everyday, seh threw a shoe.
But whenever she went out to play,
The mayor called her away.
That strange Flibian from Fliber-o-loo
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:49 pm
... i know this one poem, and I was going to put it down, but then I was like "o... she actualy write poetry..." and mine would be an insult sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 2:13 pm
I don't mind, its okey! Poetry is poetry, and it looks better if i'm not the only one wrighting it sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 2:26 pm
((again, a poem with no tital, this one's a tounge twister though))
Betty baked better biscuts with better butter.
But a bitter bug blew into the better butter,
Making better butter become better bitter butter.
Betty's better biscuts baked with better bitter butter became bitter.
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