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  • Katherine Sessor (6/24/2008 5:30:00 PM) Post reply

    Fallen Angel

    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

  • Greg Chartrand (6/17/2008 11:07:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Dream Lover

    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?

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    • Chhavi Anupam (7/30/2008 1:41:00 PM) Post reply

      Dear Greg, fantastic piece.....what an idea. I liked it immensely. Great! Chhavi Anupam

    • Chhavi Anupam (7/30/2008 1:40:00 PM) Post reply

      Dear Greg, fantastic piece.....what an idea. I liked it immensely. Great! Chhavi Anupam

  • Elizabeth Douglas (6/8/2008 9:00:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    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@@

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    • Tulsi Hanumanthu (9/27/2008 3:07:00 AM) Post reply

      THE ANCIENT TREE OF POETRY (Shakespearan Sonnet) Deeply rooted trees can never be slain, Beheaded though they be by super-storms. With roots intact, the stumps will sprout again; Ere long, th ... more

  • kyle. (6/2/2008 12:47:00 AM) Post reply

    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.

  • Csdb Kind (5/25/2008 2:20:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    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?

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    • Bonnie Collins (6/20/2008 8:24:00 PM) Post reply

      I must agree, and if you remember your English correctly, Emily Dickinson had writtren many many love poems still considered to this day the finest, however when her writtings were discovered after he ... more

  • Roger Bowman (5/17/2008 3:45:00 PM) Post reply

    Let's write a short thoughtpoemo about the lunacious ways of the world's curriculum vitae...

  • Josie Whitehead (5/9/2008 12:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    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.

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    • Sarika Goyal (6/9/2008 6:10:00 AM) Post reply

      hi josie. wud u plz tell a little bit more about the book u mentioned what it s all about and the publisher?

  • Katherine Sessor (4/28/2008 4:38:00 PM) Post reply

    this is an onamatapia(sp?) that I wrote almost 2 years ago.

    Midnight Storm

    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

  • kdkjbhd nkzdhvlikhs (4/20/2008 3:13:00 PM) Post reply

    OBSESSIONS

    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.

  • Braedon Reese (4/19/2008 1:38:00 PM) Post reply

    Dear Jennifer,
    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

    Braedon Reese

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