Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop
(6/24/2008 5:30:00 PM)
Demon of the day, Angel of the night
He is torn between darkness and the light
The path he walks, he walks alone
He travels around, for which he has no home
People fear him as he passes by
He trusts no one, his life was a lie
He walks in an unbearable shame
As he remembers his unforgetable name
His bleeding heart is freezing over
As he watches the eternal night grow older
Wanting his immortal soul to end
As he watches the Northern Lights start to blend
(6/17/2008 11:07:00 AM)
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Do I haunt your dreams at night,
do they include me?
Am I in your sleep my dear,
do you think of me?
As the night goes by,
and the hours creep.
Are there thoughts of you and I,
and the love I keep?
When the night is over,
and the day begins.
Am I still with you my dear,
or does our love end?
All throughout the day,
as the time goes by,
does your mind begin to wander,
to thoughts of you and I?
Now when the day is over,
and the night begins.
Do I invade your dreams again
until the dawn begins?
Am I just a dream my dear,
are your thoughts of me,
trapped inside your mind
for only the night to see?
(6/8/2008 9:00:00 AM)
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I think that if there was a standard for writing poetry it would sound structured. Poetry is not trial and error. Poetry is trial after trial. No one can tell you if it's 'wrong'. Poetry comes from your heart@@
(6/2/2008 12:47:00 AM)
There's but one true way to write a real poem...and that's after a long day of living...a long day of mistakes...and a long day of love.
(5/25/2008 2:20:00 PM)
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There are no rules to writing poetry.
Like no way to feel, and difference in sight.
This world is small and blind..
Find the inside.. the truth.
What do you dream when you sleep?
(5/17/2008 3:45:00 PM)
Let's write a short thoughtpoemo about the lunacious ways of the world's curriculum vitae...
(5/9/2008 12:30:00 AM)
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I can thoroughly recommend the book 'The Ode Less Travelled' by Stephen Fry, which you can easily order through libraries. This would be a good place to put the exercises you have done and where others can add theirs too. I will start in about a week or so if any are interested.
(4/28/2008 4:38:00 PM)
this is an onamatapia(sp?) that I wrote almost 2 years ago.
Pitter patter, pitter patter, hear the rain pour
boom, crash, boom, hear the thunder roar
flash! see the lightning shock the door
Tick tock, tick tock, the clock strikes midnight
Creek, creek, opens the door and on comes the light
It's your mother saying it's alright
'Ooo, ooo, ooo, ' she sings you to sleep
In a dream you are drawn in deep
And now you fast asleep
Drip drop, drip drop, the storm has moved on
You wake up with a stretch and a yawn
Out comes the sun and now it's dawn
(4/20/2008 3:13:00 PM)
I walk the path of notice,
in which looking for meaning.
walls all around me,
have trapped me since the beginning.
And when I realize the glinting eyes,
my soul sobs and oceans arise.
(4/19/2008 1:38:00 PM)
I hope you never leave me
I hope you take my hand
and walk with me freely
in this god forsaken land
Because if i ever need help
somewhere along the way
i know you'll be beside me
walking along the bay
Im not sure what id do
if i didnt have you
I'm sure I would be lost
somewhere in the frost
of the cold frozen desert
we call life