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September 3rd, 2005
deeperpassion33
 | 01:53 am
Hey, I'm torn on whether or not I like this. It's more meant to be spoken, if that helps. Any form of feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Love is blind
are the people
who are hoping to find
yourself a husband,
find yourself a rhyme
is important
when you're taking your time
is a healer
of unavoidable loss
of a vision
deprivation of a cause
for seclusion
well lets have a resolution
resolution of the cause
resolution of the loss
or better yet a revolution
where you still will take your time
and don't need to find a rhyme
because this crowd is the sublime
of grace in independency.
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August 6th, 2005
mego15
 | 11:11 am
no really has been updating lately. i would post my poems now but im in florida and don't have them with me. but ive decided that if someone new wants to join they dont have to wait for me to give them a poem to critique they can just post saying there name, age, how long they have been writing poetry and post a sample of your work for others to critique. and feel free to critique your own poem as long as you want. Then they may start commenting all they want!
thanks
meaghan
p.s. does anyone have any good ideas for a contest on something we could do for the month?
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July 25th, 2005
billboard_dream
| 11:58 am - Hello all
Hello my name is Andy Sample. Im 13. I ve benn writing for about 3 or 4 years but have really gotten into poetry lately and am looking for more critique than my sister can offer. I tend to lean more towards abstract and out of the ordinary poems than those that can sound...angsty.
Thanks in advance for replies.
Current Music: The Five Tone Dragon- Jah Wobble
Current Mood:  content
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May 24th, 2005
_windigo_
 | 07:35 am - No one has posted in ages so i thought i would (even if i don't really like this work)
Lies
Cold, hard, glistening.
It's beautiful.
Crafted from the heart of the maker
finely decorated
with elborate exentricities.
The code imprinted apon it spells
Love?
Beautiful it may be
______________but impractical
__________________________useless
______________________________outdated
it still cuts
Deep.
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April 23rd, 2005
biting_bitch
 | 10:58 pm - Hello...:)
My name is Lene and I am from Denmark. I am 20 years old and at the moment I am trying to write a novel. I also write poetry and short stories. I am really shy about my poetry because I don't like what I write. Most of my poetry is born in anger or in sorrow and I don't like that myself. But I still want to know what other people think about my work... If i should just forget averything about being a poet or if I should go on.. :)
Smiles from
lene
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April 5th, 2005
deeperpassion33
| 08:33 pm
Come with me, I'll hold you close.
I'll build a home within my arms,
I'll keep your comfort near.
You don't have to do this, dear,
don't cry these crimson tears.
Stay strong for each other now,
we'll stand up with the sun.
Alone, the storms rage strong and fierce.
Together, rain clouds clear.
Let's sit beneath the stars and feel
the peaceful moon above.
We'll let ourselves slip far away,
kill our fears and sleep today.
We dream of sunsets yet to come:
glorious - strong in beauty.
Lying in our sweet embrace,
we'll never
fall
again.
Current Mood:  good
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April 4th, 2005
crimsoncrisis
| 05:28 pm
Hello.
:o)
I guess first, I'll follow the rules. I'm 17, and I've been writing for a few years I guess, but really only on and off when I'm in a certain 'mood' persay.
Anywase, I'm doing an english AP project, where we gotta write poems and such, and I have this one poem, I'm wondering if someone can tell me if it can be considered 'free verse'. Or, maybe it can be catagorized at something else? Thanks.
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March 23rd, 2005
krictap
 | 06:28 pm - The Stalker Within.
To live,
And miss,
And know for sure,
That the strange emotions I hold,
are safely kept in my mind which,
is consumed by a neverending hope,
Of a time to remember.
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March 18th, 2005
krictap
| 07:36 pm
The creatures of the night are abound with hope,
They all sit around smoking their dope,
The meaning of life is but inches away,
To learn of their failures in a quite funny way.
Have fun with that. how come people havent posted in awhile???????????
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February 23rd, 2005
gothfeary
 | 12:52 pm - newest poem by me~
Well, here's my latest poem. I wrote it in French Class on let's see...the 17th. I REALLY need you all to critique it as much as possible. Be BRUTAL, HARSH, TAKE NO PRISIONERS!!!! It could use some work, so I came to the best and brightest I could find. So please, do your thing. And keep checking back at it to see what I reply, so we can get it finished! I would love it! Thanks!
"And vines do grow"
She heard it all in her head,
darkness wrapping as a vine.
At times she couldn't tell if it was real.
A poison made of sight, see, touch, feel.
Grasp the chest, it hurt to breath,
Zombie Kitty was crushing her with it's knees.
Twirling hair to stay the vine~
"No thanks. I'm driving." Refused the vine.
Calmly purple plays across the wall,
with teeth and eyes of red to crawl.
It will often ask "shall you go below?"
Night blooms with naught to show~
Lord for doomed day, cull the light.
This is real or the vine's strange night
Current Mood:  artistic
Current Music: Dead Disco ~ Metric
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