If you guys didn't notice, that was my poemI like rhyming
Poetry Thread
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Beat by the Tsiangkun,
speech by EMG.
I wanted to post a poem,
but you're getting mp3.
Beat by the Tsiangkun,
speech by EMG.
I wanted to post a poem,
but you're getting mp3.
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Whatsfootbag?
- Atomsmashasaurus Dex
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To be held, cared for, embraced, and loved,
Things that bring you such glorious emotions,
Are things in life that many always dream of.
Love is so fragile, like a child's new toy,
With such powers and abilities,
It can make a life easy to destroy.
To be liked,loved,regretted,forgotten,
Are feelings God has created,
But why are they so utterly rotten?
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(needs work i wrote it real fast..)
Things that bring you such glorious emotions,
Are things in life that many always dream of.
Love is so fragile, like a child's new toy,
With such powers and abilities,
It can make a life easy to destroy.
To be liked,loved,regretted,forgotten,
Are feelings God has created,
But why are they so utterly rotten?
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(needs work i wrote it real fast..)
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Whatsfootbag?
- Atomsmashasaurus Dex
- Posts: 939
- Joined: 29 Sep 2003 16:50
she stays up late talking with you deeply,
you share intimate stories and life's secrets.
things spark and you become close,
thinking things will work out smooth and fine.
you love and cheerish each other,
for lust has grabbed you both and wont let go.
it gets serious, you become involved,
do things for what you thought was love.
time has come,goodbye is hear,
you leave her noticing something amist.
finally in touch with her, you feel a sense of regret,
like you are to be forgotten like a random face.
it hurts you deeply, but you find power to understand,
telling her you get it, and that you want her to be happy.
so swallowing the burden of not telling her,
the truth of your feelings,what you really wanted to say.
but finally you talk to her once again deeply,
this time with a different mind set,
set to clear things up, ease the weight, set it straight.
things go smoothly, you have a new best friend,
loving her deeply, as you always have,
but this time it's to the end......
i jsut kinda wrote that with sentences popping into my head.if it doesnt make sense im sorry haha
Edit:this was about a girl i met at the beach,got close with became intimate,and then she wanted to forget all we had done becuase she regretted it
you share intimate stories and life's secrets.
things spark and you become close,
thinking things will work out smooth and fine.
you love and cheerish each other,
for lust has grabbed you both and wont let go.
it gets serious, you become involved,
do things for what you thought was love.
time has come,goodbye is hear,
you leave her noticing something amist.
finally in touch with her, you feel a sense of regret,
like you are to be forgotten like a random face.
it hurts you deeply, but you find power to understand,
telling her you get it, and that you want her to be happy.
so swallowing the burden of not telling her,
the truth of your feelings,what you really wanted to say.
but finally you talk to her once again deeply,
this time with a different mind set,
set to clear things up, ease the weight, set it straight.
things go smoothly, you have a new best friend,
loving her deeply, as you always have,
but this time it's to the end......
i jsut kinda wrote that with sentences popping into my head.if it doesnt make sense im sorry haha
Edit:this was about a girl i met at the beach,got close with became intimate,and then she wanted to forget all we had done becuase she regretted it
Last edited by Whatsfootbag? on 02 Jul 2004 14:18, edited 1 time in total.
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Seath
- Craptacular Spatula
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All I want to eat is chips and dip
a chip isnt a chip without dips for the chip
but if the dip drips or tips on the floor and spills some more
and you slip and become sore, or a ligament tore
here's a tip, your next step should be to prep another chip for dip.
man the new doritos italian chips are so tasty
a chip isnt a chip without dips for the chip
but if the dip drips or tips on the floor and spills some more
and you slip and become sore, or a ligament tore
here's a tip, your next step should be to prep another chip for dip.
man the new doritos italian chips are so tasty
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QuantumBalance
- 100-Watt Warlock
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HackingGanesh
- Fearless
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For my anniversary with my gf that just passed i wrote this poem, kinda around the idea that I'm going to college at the end of the summer and she's going to be a senior in highschool:
If I could describe a love that’s true
It would be a tale between me and you
And how we met some months ago
A flame that sparked and began to glow
And here we sit, together again
Reading a story of paper and pen
It seems like forever but wait and see
This is just the beginning of you and me
The seasons may change but my feelings for you
Will always remain so faithful and true
I may seem far away when we’re apart
But I want you to know you’ll always be in my heart
If I could describe a love that’s true
It would be a tale between me and you
And how we met some months ago
A flame that sparked and began to glow
And here we sit, together again
Reading a story of paper and pen
It seems like forever but wait and see
This is just the beginning of you and me
The seasons may change but my feelings for you
Will always remain so faithful and true
I may seem far away when we’re apart
But I want you to know you’ll always be in my heart
Brian Damato
Hoboken, NJ
Stevens Institute of Technology
Hoboken, NJ
Stevens Institute of Technology
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bigdirtyfoot
- Sloppy
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- Location: NC
I have about 230 poems posted at http://www.bigdirtyfoot.deviantart.com ... here's one of them:
And Jump
[i've got somebody
but nobody's got me.]
will you care to ride this rollercoaster?
guaranteed whiplash,
Parallel poles without fail.
Fall fuckers, fall.
Fading away,
nothing retaining value for more than
the intended repetition revolution.
Shot down by bullet drive-by's
plucked from strings.
Quickened pace. I was left behind
to listen to each silence in between
my slow attempts.
But I know I would forever
If I Could Know.
Everyday is now night,
Everynight is now alive.
But where are you...
I am pedal tones,
drive-by's must be pedal to clouds,
And V6.
I'm running out
of reasons to care.
Give me my ocean back.
No, no, take it away.
I'd rather float in this
Red Sea than drown.
Focus on detail work.
Decals and different
shades
of the same fucking blue.
Rendez-vous,
let's get away from
canopies. Let's find a
phonetic ladder,
climb. And jump.
And Jump
[i've got somebody
but nobody's got me.]
will you care to ride this rollercoaster?
guaranteed whiplash,
Parallel poles without fail.
Fall fuckers, fall.
Fading away,
nothing retaining value for more than
the intended repetition revolution.
Shot down by bullet drive-by's
plucked from strings.
Quickened pace. I was left behind
to listen to each silence in between
my slow attempts.
But I know I would forever
If I Could Know.
Everyday is now night,
Everynight is now alive.
But where are you...
I am pedal tones,
drive-by's must be pedal to clouds,
And V6.
I'm running out
of reasons to care.
Give me my ocean back.
No, no, take it away.
I'd rather float in this
Red Sea than drown.
Focus on detail work.
Decals and different
shades
of the same fucking blue.
Rendez-vous,
let's get away from
canopies. Let's find a
phonetic ladder,
climb. And jump.
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bigdirtyfoot
- Sloppy
- Posts: 3142
- Joined: 22 Apr 2002 12:30
- Location: NC
Well, we can't edit in the Kicking Circle anymore... but here's a rough explanation of mine:
First Stanza:
I was dating this girl and was feeling very alone at the time because I was about to undergo knee surgery. I felt like no one was there for me, not even her. So that's the first two lines. The rollercoaster is my life, and the poles are parallel because I'm stuck, and we're all falling off.
Second Stanza:
This part is about how my girlfriend at the time attended my Jazz Improvisation class earlier in the day... I was playing my trombone and she was listening. But when I was playing, I felt like I wasn't doing very well... there's a rule of 3 in Jazz... you can repeat an idea about 3 times and then you move onto a new idea.. that's the revolution of intended repetition. So then, my friend Rafiq (Jazz Guitarist, very good) takes his solo and at the end she goes WOOOWW and I felt like SHIT. I mean, she ... well anyways, his notes are the bullet drive-by's plucked from strings, at a faster pace than I could play.
Third Stanza:
About loving her forever if I could know... then I'm asking where she is. And I've had insomnia for a few years so my nights are "alive."
Fourth Stanza:
Pedal Tones are used in music... well there's two explanations. See, the trombone has a low register, and unless you're extremely good, you have a harder time reaching into the upper register of notes. So, I'm pedal tones because pedal tones are the lowest notes that instruments can play. But see, Rafiq's "drive-by's", or quick successions of notes, span from pedal tones to as high as he can get. The V6 is because she's really really into cars, and so I had to reference that somehow... and because that indicates the speed of Rafiq's musical ideas over mine. Oh man... damn I forgot this poem references another poem of mine (I have a lot, I'm really into poetry - obviously.)... see, there was this other girl who I started referring to as the ocean in my poems because of the way her hair flowed. So I'm saying give her back, I don't care about the first girl. (Although I will say that we lasted a long while after I wrote this poem - I was just stressed about surgery and stuff.)
Fifth Stanza:
Alright... so I'm saying I don't want the ocean because she made things even worse for me, and I'd rather stay in the "red sea" (The first girl has red hair.) and float... indicating that she has a lot of buoyancy and most likely a lot of salt... indicating that at the time, I'm not feeling she's a "sweet" girl, because I was pissed.
Sixth Stanza:
Alright so I hint on the car thing again... basically just saying I need to focus on my OWN life (my favorite color is blue).
Seventh Stanza:
Alright, so I seriously can't remember the canapies thing, and I know the phonetic ladder was VERY significant but I don't know it. All I know in the end is that we're together and we're away from everyone else, but nothing is fixed and we're falling. I would suppose the canopies would have to do with the way we met... on a balcony at a hotel... one of the greatest memories of my life. That's a whole 'nuther story though.
So yeah, my explanations are always a lot longer than my poems. But there you go. Criticism's welcome. Enjoy.
First Stanza:
I was dating this girl and was feeling very alone at the time because I was about to undergo knee surgery. I felt like no one was there for me, not even her. So that's the first two lines. The rollercoaster is my life, and the poles are parallel because I'm stuck, and we're all falling off.
Second Stanza:
This part is about how my girlfriend at the time attended my Jazz Improvisation class earlier in the day... I was playing my trombone and she was listening. But when I was playing, I felt like I wasn't doing very well... there's a rule of 3 in Jazz... you can repeat an idea about 3 times and then you move onto a new idea.. that's the revolution of intended repetition. So then, my friend Rafiq (Jazz Guitarist, very good) takes his solo and at the end she goes WOOOWW and I felt like SHIT. I mean, she ... well anyways, his notes are the bullet drive-by's plucked from strings, at a faster pace than I could play.
Third Stanza:
About loving her forever if I could know... then I'm asking where she is. And I've had insomnia for a few years so my nights are "alive."
Fourth Stanza:
Pedal Tones are used in music... well there's two explanations. See, the trombone has a low register, and unless you're extremely good, you have a harder time reaching into the upper register of notes. So, I'm pedal tones because pedal tones are the lowest notes that instruments can play. But see, Rafiq's "drive-by's", or quick successions of notes, span from pedal tones to as high as he can get. The V6 is because she's really really into cars, and so I had to reference that somehow... and because that indicates the speed of Rafiq's musical ideas over mine. Oh man... damn I forgot this poem references another poem of mine (I have a lot, I'm really into poetry - obviously.)... see, there was this other girl who I started referring to as the ocean in my poems because of the way her hair flowed. So I'm saying give her back, I don't care about the first girl. (Although I will say that we lasted a long while after I wrote this poem - I was just stressed about surgery and stuff.)
Fifth Stanza:
Alright... so I'm saying I don't want the ocean because she made things even worse for me, and I'd rather stay in the "red sea" (The first girl has red hair.) and float... indicating that she has a lot of buoyancy and most likely a lot of salt... indicating that at the time, I'm not feeling she's a "sweet" girl, because I was pissed.
Sixth Stanza:
Alright so I hint on the car thing again... basically just saying I need to focus on my OWN life (my favorite color is blue).
Seventh Stanza:
Alright, so I seriously can't remember the canapies thing, and I know the phonetic ladder was VERY significant but I don't know it. All I know in the end is that we're together and we're away from everyone else, but nothing is fixed and we're falling. I would suppose the canopies would have to do with the way we met... on a balcony at a hotel... one of the greatest memories of my life. That's a whole 'nuther story though.
So yeah, my explanations are always a lot longer than my poems. But there you go. Criticism's welcome. Enjoy.