I've never ever done poetry. ;) Weird, since I pretty much prose away anyway. (RHYMEY! POINTS FOR RHYMING REPLY!)

:blink: Post's gone crazy....

Although his craze DOES have logic behind it...most of the time...

WE should write a poem dedicated to the horror that is Ebony...

What? Well anyway, in 5th grade I got an honorable mention for a poetry contest. I was one of the 20 out of 6,000 students chosen.

Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
with my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.
Who saw him die?
I, said the Fly,
with my little eye,
I saw him die.
Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish,
with my little dish,
I caught his blood.
Who'll make the shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
with my thread and needle,
I'll make the shroud.
Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl,
with my pick and shovel,
I'll dig his grave.
Who'll be the parson?
I, said the Rook,
with my little book,
I'll be the parson.
Who'll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark,
if it's not in the dark,
I'll be the clerk.
Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute,
I'll carry the link.
Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
I mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner.
Who'll carry the coffin?
I, said the Kite,
if it's not through the night,
I'll carry the coffin.
Who'll bear the pall?
We, said the Wren,
both the cock and the hen,
We'll bear the pall.
Who'll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
as she sat on a bush,
I'll sing a psalm.
Who'll toll the bell?
I said the bull,
because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell.
All the birds of the air
fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
when they heard the bell toll
for poor Cock Robin.
While the cruel Cock Sparrow,
The cause of their grief,
Was hung on a gibbet
Next day, like a thief.

*sniff* Ye Olde Nursery education was so wonderful...

And, yes, I wrote that out of hand.

you remembered that :blink:

Had to memorize and recite it a while ago.

I memorized The Raven. And a million other poems.

And American Pie. And every other song I've ever heard. Ah, the joys of being synaesthetic... :D

we had to remember the decleration of independence... but i havent a clue what it says now... pretty pathetic

All men are created, yadda yadda. Ironically Karl Marx said that a century latter, then a decade latter, the Cold War.

Wasted

As I sit here alone,
I realize,
Something I thought I’ve never known.
My life has been ruled with lies,
All I’ve done is let it pass by,
Taking it for granted.
By and by,
I’m wasting my life.
So now I pick up the knife,
And I put it where it belongs.
This is the end of my story,
I’ve wasted life for too long,
So now I’m making up for it.


NOT A CUTTER

Wow. Not having a good day, are you?

We know you're not a cutter, that's a powerful poem.

Meh, might as well put up a Tara poem I wrote.

There is an evil on FF.net and
All who encounters it feels their
Respiratory system give out
And become too scared to scream.

Gruesome, it is. The anti-christ fanfiction, My
Immortal, written by a total idiot. Does she
Leave you to cry tears of blood, because I have before.
EarnestInBerlin and Coruscate Corruption, the hackers,
Sought to bring My Immortal redemption. Too
Bad the real Tara had to come back so soon to ruin the fun.
I wish she had at least continued her story, I look at her fic
Everytime I go online, wishing she'd just update so I could laugh at...

Tara Gilesbie.

I love it!

EDIT: Past me was an idiot.

a little obsesive their are we?

That's wonderful Art! I msut help you finish it...

Here Anuk this one is for you.. nice and.. dark

DEATH

you see it as a way out,
you think your life is useless,
so you do what you can to end it.

you slit your wrists,
the blood spills out,
go not against, but with the veins.

you take your drugs and overdose,
Injection and inhalation,
This way there is no blood to stain.

Take your choice,
there are many more,
It won't matter come tomorrow.

Your life is over,
You found your way out,
No longer will you feel the pain.

I don't wanna die. <_<

My poem Behind Your Eyes was published and the book came in last night! (Squeals)

well done anuk!

i have to learn a poem by sunday for a compo...not done it yet, lost it as well...crap.

Haha, you said I needed to write something darker, and I came up with that...
Its so exciting.. I'll have to get a signed copy. haha

Edit- I wrote a song today in Trig class... I plan on writing some music to go with it, but I haven't got home yet to do so....

Standing Alone With No Way Out

In the darkness I stand,
With nowhere to go,
The shadows that embower me,
Press me further from home.

With neglect on my shoulders,
I give up all my hope.
I find in the murkiness
I've.. been.. burned.

Searching for a way out,
Looking for the light,
I try to shake the dark,
Cause none of this feels right.

I reach for a hand,
To assist my return,
I find in the umbra,
I have been left to burn.

I cry for your aid,
To no reverberation
Are my words being heard,
Or a silent rumination?

Shouting out your name,
please help me to return
I find in the umbra,
You left me here to burn

In the darkness I stand,
With nowhere to go,
The shadows that embower me,
Press me further from home.

With neglect on my shoulders,
I give up all my hope.
I find in the murkiness
I've.. been.. burned.


edit- made some changes