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08-31-2015, 01:42 AM
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Creative Writing/Poetry Corner
I thought that since there are a lot of people here that enjoy the literary arts that this could be a place to post them. I know the lot of you will attempt to derail this thread but I will be serious in posting my works. I recently found my stash of poetry I wrote when I was younger and will post the majority of them here. I would also love to read others poetry/stories and method of writing (be it iambic pentameter or simply haiku.) Post only origional works please. |
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08-31-2015, 01:52 AM
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Re: Creative Writing/Poetry Corner
Crossing into the eerie fog, With the fear that I must bear I make my move, but feel a tug Looking back, no-one's there And as I continue on, the lights above seem so sweet I feel the heat of a million suns Painting my defeat. Into that night, I wont calmly go Because my will is strong So tonight, you will finally know I fought the battle that someone else won. |
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08-31-2015, 01:57 AM
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Re: Creative Writing/Poetry Corner
Shakey is a fucking cunt to lighten the display of kimos The nightmarish poodles all looking quite gaunt I broke the fucking window. |
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08-31-2015, 02:17 AM
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Re: Creative Writing/Poetry Corner
![]() Crossing into eerie fog, With fear that I must bear I make my move, but feel a tug Look back but no-one's there. And as I continue on, the lights above seem sweet The burning of a million suns Keeps painting my defeat. Into the night, won't calmly go Because my will is strong So tonight, you'll finally know The battle other's won. I enjoyed it and I know criticism hurts. But I honestly liked it. |
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08-31-2015, 02:21 AM
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Re: Creative Writing/Poetry Corner
Do you like Emily Dickinson. My favorite of hers is a short one because I figured out the play on words regarding "love" It's about friends Alter? When the hills do. Falter? When the sun Question if his glory Be the perfect one. Surfeit? When the daffodil Doth of the dew: Even as herself, O friend! I will of you! |