Poetry and Prose - Suggestions and Authors Welcomed!

[Jafthasleftthebuilding]

-.-

No kidding. Apparently angels were owned.  

[Jafthasleftthebuilding]

I created a new poem. >.O

View it and abuse it.  

[124-C]

Jaft

I created a new poem. >.O

View it and abuse it.

This is me acknowledging that you have a new poem.

I'll read it and respond when I can spell "acknowledging" without the use of spel cheker.  

[Kaleopaa]

im sort of a magician, i know enough trick to get me hanged in the middle ages as a witch surprised  

[Jafthasleftthebuilding]

You force me to ask for a show. A magic show.  

[Quasar Quirks]

What you want me to be,

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Random Poem From Lit Class

A curtain of mist
A halo of light
The soft caress
Of a moonlit night

The roar of Leo
Across the range
The feeling of magic
Fey and strange

The crackle of branches
That stroke the sky
My mind looks up
And wants to stretch that high.

Don't know what I was smoking that day. That and I'm tired of everyone always going "It's soo good" "Your an amazing writer" blah blah blah, when they obviously have no idea what they're talking about. It's just good to them, because they never actually read anything actually thought out. So I thought, hey, bring it to people who do know what they talk about! So here I am, gotta find my other notebooks, posting some more later, kays!

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Whispers

A name is a word
Full of meaning.
Full of love, full of everything.
No matter how it's spelled,
No two are the same.

Unique, Special, Ours alone,
From the thought behind each letter,
From the way it echoes in your ears.

You aren't given a name,
You make one yourself.
A name is just a word,
until the day you really use it.

A name is a word
You fill up bit by bit.
Until it's used that day,
spoken only in hushed sounds.

The sorrow of the wall,
screams a deep wailing howl.
But rise above it, listen closely.
The names whisper in the wind.

Mkay, this poem was about, well, I'll tell you it's a war memorial. See if you can figure it out. Anyways, this is for Social Studies, where we we had to create something to add to the memorial, and I figured I would make a poem. So yeah, um, ta-da, here it is!

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Kay, I had to do an essay for a test, and I really like how it turned out. It's like 5 paragraphs long though, so im just gonna put some of my fave lines from it. Just so you know, the topic was, ' You just won a free trip to anywhere in the world. Describe your trip in a creative narrative.'

Kay this is talking about Tokyo,

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' The streets are so busy, the people so numerous, each walking to their own beat, yet mixing together with such fluidity that it creates a masterpiece, it is simply mind-boggling to some one as simple as I. Still, imagine what it must feel like to add my own rhythm and see where the melody takes me.'

Like that one a lot, and for the record, I kept referring to music for some reason???

Then I talk about the mountains, and the peace of the rice farms,

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'To slow to an even deeper, quieter beat, to slip into nothing and everything, it would be unimaginably indescribable. The closest would have to be, in some ways, that song. The one with such haunting beauty that it draws in not only your mind, but your heart as well, touching a part of your soul you thought was unreachable. The soft intensity of emotion that shatters your very being.'

That's getting up there, but then there's my favorite.

This is about the cherry blossoms,

Quote:

'Seeing the sakura in full bloom, watching the petals dance upon the murmur of the wind, generating feelings so strong and unbearable, you are forced to close your eyes and take a deep shuddering breath. But yet, you know it is still there, for you never really saw the true beauty with your eyes, but rather sensed it deep within yourself, and upon realizing this, you fall into the warm embrace of contentment, for now you know that there is still beauty and innocence left in this cold world, and you have been intimate with such wonder.'

Ah, almost pure poetry right there. Why can't I write like that all the time?!?!?

Quick Question. What exactly is prose? I've heard it before, but don't know the actual meaning.

is probably what I won't. . .

 

[Jafthasleftthebuilding]

Were you lookin' for any particular type of comment?

In the meantime, I'll add you to our list of authors. 8D  

[Quasar Quirks]

Well, mostly criticism, because I can't actually face my teachers and ask for help, I'm a pansie and post it online. But if everyone is always saying how good it is, I'm not really sure what to improve, so I was kinda hoping you guys could help with that, hehe.  

[Jafthasleftthebuilding]

It's not absolutely necessary, but you can try creating a title for the poem. Titles can sometimes guide the reader into the meaning you want them to leave with.

:3

For this particular poem, you really do make everything seem surreal.

Instead of lion, you use Leo.

My mind looks up, instead of My head. Etc.

The second and third stanzas I like a lot. The only thing that really bothers me is the "A halo of light"

I don't understand its use or point. Also, the first stanza seems a bit more "normal" compared to the rest of the poem.

As from what I understood, I keep on thinking about dreams and imagination when I read your poem. :3  

[Quasar Quirks]

What you want me to be,


Well, I have Lit class first period, so I was really out of it for awhile. But from my seat, you could look through a window, and there was a mountain right there. It looked really cool, because it was all foggy and stuff, and really early in the winter, so some stars were still out and all. But the halo of light is the way the moonlight kind of glinted off the frost on the peak (we don't get real snow crying ) Also, I don't think you caught it, but Leo is a star constellation, so it kind of adds to the night feel to it. So, basically, this poem is the sleepy stupor vision of a mountain, in winter at night. razz

is probably what I won't. . .

 

[Jafthasleftthebuilding]

Yes, I know Leo is a constellation... Of a lion. 8D At least to most cultures I think. I'm a Leo. 3nodding Although, the only constellation I can see at night is Orion.

"the sleepy stupor vision of a mountain, in winter at night"

Sounds like a title to me. I jest, I jest.

I wonder... If I can go find more interpretations for your poem. >.> Different people see different things.  

[124-C]

*blows the dust off the thread and coughs*

Yeah... I updated my post...  

[The September Girl]

POETRY
Here are some of the poems I wrote.

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Untitled poem that is the prose form of some story I've been writing. This summarizes the first chapter:


A day cast with thundering hands
Of golden-robe wearers. Their noble birth
has made it clear. Their coming to life
meant power over most.

Announced were those who excelled
amongst the high-bearing. Spelled were their names
which were called from the list. Future leaders to rule
walked forth through fellow students.

Like a tray of newly-baked cookies,
a naughty child would take. This has an empty space,
their queue of honored, a person is missing. Place of
this mysterious student is to be known.

A gust of wind, and a voice came
echoing. Ordered to stop right away, her thane.
Bearing the Fenrir's crest, she stood before the sea,
"Deep is my apology to everyone for I arrived not earlier than all."

Only few knows her best, esp. amongst the earls.
Together, Rhuinoa and a friend, had a complete though in their mind.
To them, all was clear. The young lady which arrived late
is Fenrisse Andreia, their long time not seen friend.

While I wrote that part of the story, I was inspired by our current lesson in literature class back then, which is Le Morte D'Arthur. The story now is... Really a-blurr to me right now.

Quote:

A sonnet that is done during my literature exam.


Weak would my self feel
His arms round 'round mine.
Parted, I would kneel
In front our Lord's shrine.
A babe once more in mother's
arms so tender and caring.
Warmth of pure heart, no bothers
could make or send me fleeing.
Sunny world, promised eternally,
I see through his eyes.
The abyss I want to bravely
venture-in and prove those weren't lies.
These things only seems,
to be felt through my dreams.

All of us were not ready for the sonnet making part... And not one of us has made any sonnets. With the help of what I learned through discussing some of W.Shakespeare's sonnets, I tried what I could do and here it is. Oh yeah, the instructions in our exam told us that the sonnet should be about love.

Quote:

"Why"


Tear drops in the air
Eyes drowned in fear
You thought it was fair
For you to leave me here.

You weren't even bothered
to leave me uncluttered
You just looked and you're gone to nowhere
Making sure I can't go there.

My mind wondered
As you left me in despair
All I could do is stare
At the one who never cared.

I was alone in the darkness
Hoping that someone will help me
To Overcome this sadness
For me to get over thee.

There is nothing left for me to do
But to ask this to you
Since you made my heart die
All I can ask is, "Why?"

This was written about 3 years ago, back when I was still being not who I want to be, which is who I am at the present. I was just starting to write then.

FAVORITE LINEs
Some lines from the stories I wrote. Might include conversations as well. 4laugh

Quote:

A line of the lead female character from one of my stories.

"And here I am, revealed, the young lady. Daughter of such family with her past kept secret for fear of shame. Standing casually and not knowing, that the so called "past" is only my beginning and is still my present... My destiny is unknown, as everyone foretold, which makes me wonder. How can I live, if a shadow overcasts my true beginnings?"

The story is the same from the first poem. I can rarely write lines that I would really like and one is such that is above.

NOTEs
I'd like to add more, but I guess it would take me long to do so.  

[Jafthasleftthebuilding]

Major update to my own post. If you're on DA, then nothing new.

@September Girl:

That tray of cookies line seemed horribly out of place. The rest of the poem has an epic feel; then, I see that line with cookies in it.

XD

@Tsuji: I think that smile poem could have the last line removed and be easily expanded with content describing the irony.

=3  

[The September Girl]

Jaft

Major update to my own post. If you're on DA, then nothing new.

@September Girl:

That tray of cookies line seemed horribly out of place. The rest of the poem has an epic feel; then, I see that line with cookies in it.

XD

@Tsuji: I think that smile poem could have the last line removed and be easily expanded with content describing the irony.

=3

Yes I know. I am really going to have another version of it without the "tray of cookies" thing, but I guess my laziness always comes forth. sweatdrop