Haiku's,Poems and anything that rhymes!

Copperfox said:
Yes, the rhyme was convenient. Carl Sagan was a famous atheist lecturer. He now knows better; he's dead.
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TROLOLOLOLOLOL!
Haha,yeah I don't understand athiests. Its pretty sad really.

I was just wondering why I always got compared to him. I mean because I can be super stupid myself sometimes so I was like: "who is the guy who compared to me,looks like a blithering idiot?"
 
Standing here
Looking there
Beauty and
delight
Is what'I see
before my eyes

A simple brush
A simple stroke
It's a
Masterpiece

It makes me calm
It brings me peace
I could stand here
Forever

Art is beautiful
Art is neat
I never want to
Leave this area
Or these wonderful
Treats

Delighted and free
It's good to
Be at My
local
Art Museum
 
Having to do
One course
Per month
Was fun

Now I feel
Like I am
Missing out on
Other courses
That I would
Love to take

I wish that
There was a way
I want to take
More than one
Course
And I want
To do that today!
 
Now,I know I'm not around here a lot but this is still my thread and I feel the need to vent poetically:


Guilt​

Guilt is like an illness
that burrows deep inside
it makes a home and stays there
in the places where you've cried
makes your chest feel heavy
makes your mind feel weak
you want to say you're sorry
but you can't find the words to speak
doesn't matter what it is
that's caused this to come down
it'll forever haunt me
causing me to drown


Aspergers

It's been 2 years
I didn't forget
I've harbored the feelings
not loosing them yet
I've tried and I've cried but you remain a brick wall
while I diagram minds and watch empires fall
The box has a lock
it's a lump in my throat
and it always grows harder
whenever we talk
They say you'll remember
or you'll understand
but you don't
you never do so I remain silent



The Worry Poem


I'm worried worried worried
worrying all day
"what did that mean?" "what did you say?"
The owls are pecking,the mystery deepens
and I'm once again labeled
as a Miss creepy-creepin'.
If you stand up and fight they act so offended
but if you be kind,it's all just pretended
And then there's the boy,who causes me pain
by toying with my mind whenever it rains
"Lady Airplace?" Yes hun,that's me
But wait...it's misspelled. What does it mean?
My mind is a spinning and you haven't a clue
exactly what I'm talking about do you?
​
 
*jumps up and down* Reagan is back!!! *hugs* oh wait, I just had a whole conversation with you on tumbr:rolleyes:.

I like the new stuff, very powerful emotions.
 
amdd97 said:
*jumps up and down* Reagan is back!!! *hugs* oh wait, I just had a whole conversation with you on tumbr:rolleyes:.

I like the new stuff, very powerful emotions.
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You always follow me everywhere don't you? :D

You probably understand where I'm coming from on these though since we're on the same circuit...

what sucks is I can't write like this when my mom asked for poems for school. I can't pour my heart and soul into school work,she's GRADING THOSE.
 
But surely it would not be cheating if, for school purposes, you submitted something you already wrote? It would still BE your work, not copied from someone else.
 
Copperfox said:
But surely it would not be cheating if, for school purposes, you submitted something you already wrote? It would still BE your work, not copied from someone else.
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No,it's more the message behind whatever I submit. She's never read any of these poems. They're really personal to me. So when I try to write something not from the bottom of my soul for school...it's really hard.

I have to write a ballad tomorrow. I have so many things I could choose for a ballad but none of them are frivolous enough to work. I have too deep a mind...
 
Well, could you take one of the personal poems and revise it a little? For instance, if originally written in first-person viewpoint, make it third person?
 
*screams* so I'm ACTUALLY having squeamy boy problems now. There's this boy I like named Charlie and since he follows me on Twitter/tumblr,this is the only place I can squeal without him seeing and figuring out I may have a crush on him. So don't mind me:

I ACTUALLY USED A PROPER RHYME SCHEME TOO! WEEE!



Oh my God
this feels so Odd
I didn't think it would ever happen

I've an actual crush
it came as a rush
I fear our friendship I'll dampen

You're my other half
and you make me laugh
but alas there's another girl on your arm

But why do you flirt?
she ought not to get hurt
I don't want to cause any harm

Maybe I'm misreading things
But I'll wait and see what one day brings
for now we've got to finish this song

You're making me feel weird,awkward and giddy
I've forsaken my fangirling,gosh what a pity
I hope this feeling doesn't last long



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I _love_ rhyming "happen" with "dampen!"

Where you say, "I don't her to get hurt," I believe you intended to have the word "want" in there. If you're concerned for being consistent in your syllable meter, that line could be made one beat shorter by saying, "She ought not to get hurt." Similarly, a little farther on, you could say the more compact sentence "Am I misreading things?" followed by, "See what one more day brings."
 
Copperfox said:
I _love_ rhyming "happen" with "dampen!"

Where you say, "I don't her to get hurt," I believe you intended to have the word "want" in there. If you're concerned for being consistent in your syllable meter, that line could be made one beat shorter by saying, "She ought not to get hurt." Similarly, a little farther on, you could say the more compact sentence "Am I misreading things?" followed by, "See what one more day brings."
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oops,missed a word XD I meant to put want in there. I always end up with typos...

thanks for the advice :)
 
Didn't want to come between you
Didn't want to turn the skies blue
Just wanted clarity,sincerity
instead of this calamity.

You're with her where you belong
now we both can finish this song
I've just dodged the bullet

I wish you well,lets just stay friends
cause Adam needs me when he bends
over-backwards because he's so lonely​
 
I didn't go to find you
You befriended me
I believed it all was true
and it hurts to see you leave

What happened at the outerbanks?
that caused you all this trouble?
We've gone to war with guns and tanks
I'm picking up the rubble

You can't get so close to me
and play around with heart strings
unless you are prepared to flee
when I begin to throw things

I'll pace in my cage while you fly free
so go on,cool out
I'll sit here and without a word
while you go sit and pout​
 
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