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These are a few choice poems I wrote before my college level Поэзия class. After сказал(-а) Поэзия class is finished, I'll probably post a follow-up soapbox just to see how they compare (and if the Поэзия class really taught me anything). I'll be honest, this is mostly for me, but also I though Ты folks could be interested, so why not? Keep in mind that I do not consider myself a poet, I consider myself a short-story writer, but as it's required for my major, I must write poetry.

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Lies are silver in the land of leeches
But the truth is worth еще than gold
It's what they all fight over in the...
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posted by greekthegeek
some amature suff

Dream Of My Любовь So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Поцелуи and holding hands forever.

On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely

But they don't agree
This Любовь is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken

But еще dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see Ты someday


Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.

Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.

To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.

My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.

To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
posted by animelove30
Look Into My Eyes

I see your very sad. Is everything alright? I came here to hold you.. Not to see Ты cry. I’d do anything, to see a smile upon that face. Look into my eyes. Is everything okay?

If you’re sad, I’ll hold you. If You’re happy, I’ll embrace you. If you’re in love, I’ll Kiss you. Just look into my eyes.. You’ll have it all.

I see Ты standing there. Why so far away? I’ll ask Ты one еще time, is everything okay? Look in to my eyes and tell me the truth, your smile is not what I wanna lose.

If you’re sad, I’ll hold you. If you’re happy, I’ll embrace you....
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posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, Ты don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by sparkles3
I wrote this listening to Gollum's Song, sung by Karliene Renolds. I don't know why, I just felt like doing this.

It's so dark. I can't see. I have no one.
No one cares enough to try.
I'm sobbing now, along with the storm overhead. They lied. they сказал(-а) they cared. I can't go back.

I can feel it coming. No Друзья tried to find me.
Goodbye.
They didn't try for me.

Don't cry for me. you're too late. Ты hurt me. Ты blamed me everything. I can never go home.

I am lost. I will never go home.
posted by jarik
Celluoid ghost from Hollywood's past
Forever haunt me on my Телевидение screen
Trapped on video to act out their roles
For all eternity

Judy Garland is in Oz
While Errol Flynn is in Sherwood Forest

The Marx Brothers spend a night at the opera
And a день at the races

Humphrey Bogart fights crime
While James Cagney leads a life of crime

I beleive The Kinks were right
when they said
Celluoid Герои never die
Because they are here with us forever
On our televison screens

Note: This poem was inspired by the song
"Celluoid Heroes" by The Kinks
posted by monLOVEbrucas
I don’t think I could ever Любовь someone like I loved you
Ты are my first and last Любовь
Ты go I go
Ты stay I stay
And Ты might think that’s weird but that’s the way it goes
That’s the way Любовь is
And no matter how hard we try to let go
Ты will always find your self coming back.

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Let’s go on a first date
Where it’s cold in the night
So Ты can hold me close in your arms really tight.
Let’s wait for the train.
And if it starts to rains Ты can be my shelter.
I will tell Ты my feelings and Ты will tell me yours.
We can laugh and Kiss and imagine always being like this.
And when the train comes
Ты can take me home
I will let Ты hold my hand until we arrive to my doorstep.
Were we will say our goodbyes?
And with a touch Ты give me
I will be satisfied.
Sora slowly trudged home. “I wish I could go with them.” He thought. He continued on, until he reached his house. He then went into the shed in his backyard. He looked around and went inside. The floor went down into the ground, into darkness. Lights turned on all around him and he froze. There was a girl, about seventeen, sitting in a chair. She had starlight hair that went to her shoulders. She wore a black рубашка and black leather pants with combat boots. She smiled. “Hello. I need your help.” Sora ran to the phone and called Milly. They arrived and the girl was still there. “My...
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posted by UnderdogAsh
Chapter 5
The princess
Of Destiny

    I woke up to the glare of the morning sun shining in from a window. I was laying down, so I sat up and felt my a pile of сено, сена beneath me. I had a terrible headache and couldn’t remember a thing. I looked beside me and there was Link, laying down and looking at the ceiling.
    “Hey Link,” I said, “what happened?”
    “Well, Ashley, Ты decided to run your mouth when some guard arrested us and they gave Ты what Ты deserved,” Link сказал(-а) harshly.
    It sort of came back...
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I stumbled upon link a while назад and decided that some of the points I made in a very long-winded Комментарий on her poem were valid for the population of writers here on Fanpop, especially but not only beginning writers and those just venturing into the fascinating world of the written word.

I advised dear greek to use еще concrete Обои in her Поэзия to better express her mostly abstract ideas. (And greek, I hope Ты do not mind me using Ты as an example. If Ты do, please let your offense be known). She had written a lovely poem and titled it "My Life" and while the concept was genuine and...
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added by khfan12
added by axemnas
posted by HaleyDewit
Think Ты got me good
Throwing rotten eggs
And trying to make me fall
But I got news for you
Your limited vocabulary
Won’t damage me at all

So keep doing what you’re doing if it gets Ты through the night
But deep downs inside Ты know I’m right

Get your head out the clouds
Keep your feet on the ground
Your words mean nothing to me
I don’t care what Ты have to say
Save it for another prey
You’re the master of moronity


Can’t reason with you
Any argument I give
You simply blow away
But that won’t change the truth
You better grow some brain
‘Cause you’re giving stupid a bad name

I’d say open...
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posted by HaleyDewit
What’s wrong with me
I no longer seem to find a reason to be happy
Trying to hold back the tears searching their way to my cheeks
Swallowing the scream that’s trying to escape my throat
What wrong with me
Wallowing myself in the darkness that’s consuming me
Hoping there’ll be a день where I can see things clear
Hoping one день I’ll find my way back home

You better run, run, run, rus as fast as Ты can
Before I drag Ты down

I’m a pile of misery
I’m a tormented soul
I’m a prisoner of loss
Captured between my walls
I beg Ты nice from my knees
Take away this agony
I’m a wreck
‘Cause since you’re...
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posted by emmyliz11
pain fills my сердце and brings me to the darkside where I reside for awhile. Until I'm grabbed by the hand and pulled out by a so-called friend who just pushes me back in and leaves me to cry in the darkest corner of my heart. I feel like I'm being ripped apart, limb by limb, every string of my сердце played by the devil's hand. I feel like I'm not whole, like I'm nothing without him. The one one who killed his best friend, the one who left me alone, I didn't know how to swim. All I want is him to come back and hurt me again. He was my only friend, или so I thought, but when he slapped me across my face, that's emotion Ты can't replace and I faced it everyday или so for a год and a half. Don't try to sympathize because I know with my сердце and soul that Ты will leave and let me go with crappy bittersweet goodbyes...
This is a play I wrote.
There are three acts.
I'll add the Далее two later.

(scene 1)
(enter Gabby and Conner, who appear to be arguing)
Gabby: For real, Conner, I really don't trust Anna. (shakes her head)
Conner: Really, Gabby, her parents founded the church. How can Ты not trust her?
Gabby: Steve and шерри, херес helped too.
(enter Anna)
Gabby: (death glares at Anna, but goes unnoticed)
Anna: So, Conner, are Ты talking to yourself или something?
Gabby: (clenches her fists, runs silently out of the room)
Broken wings;
sitting there crying,
is an Энджел dying,
clutching her broken wing,
whilst trying to piece together her broken ring,
why has she been chosen for this fate,
this angel, does got not appreciate?
her heavenly tears flowing,
as she can feel her life is going,
her сердце is hurting,
she feels she hasn't done enough for gods earnings,
drip drop, drip drop,
her tears come to a sudden stop,
shes дана up on her halo,
shes дана up on her wings,
if this is gods will,
she will force herself to fulfill,
in life and death this is what she choose to follow,
and now she will wait until tomorrow,
she knows what...
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