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These are a few choice poems I wrote before my college level poesia class. After detto poesia class is finished, I'll probably post a follow-up soapbox just to see how they compare (and if the poesia class really taught me anything). I'll be honest, this is mostly for me, but also I though te 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.


Lies are silver in the land of leeches
But the truth is worth più than gold
It's what they all fight over in the...
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posted by Dearheart
This song goes out to every girl who's ever wondered if Prince Charming exists. Whatever the future holds, don't try to rush ahead. Treasure the moments with your Friends and family, live with joy and contentment, and be patient. Don't give any part of yourself away that you'll regret later. Good things come to those who wait, right? =)


Hey future husband
Let me ask te a simple question:
Do te exist?
Or are te just a fairy tale that isn't meant for me
Isn't meant to be
Not for me, not for me
I've heard a lot about you
And I've been told to wait for you
But what if you're not really out there?...
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posted by greekthegeek
some amature suff

Dream Of My Amore So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
baciare 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 Amore is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken

But più dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see te someday

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 te 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 baciare you. Just look into my eyes.. You’ll have it all.

I see te standing there. Why so far away? I’ll ask te one più 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, te 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 da 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 detto they cared. I can't go back.

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

Don't cry for me. you're too late. te hurt me. te 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 Televisione 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 giorno 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 Heroes never die
Because they are here with us forever
On our televison screens

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


Let’s go on a first date
Where it’s cold in the night
So te can hold me close in your arms really tight.
Let’s wait for the train.
And if it starts to rains te can be my shelter.
I will tell te my feelings and te will tell me yours.
We can laugh and baciare and imagine always being like this.
And when the train comes
te can take me home
I will let te hold my hand until we arrive to my doorstep.
Were we will say our goodbyes?
And with a touch te 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 camicia 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 fieno 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, te decided to run your mouth when some guard arrested us and they gave te what te deserved,” Link detto harshly.
    It sort of came back...
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I stumbled upon link a while fa and decided that some of the points I made in a very long-winded commento 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 più concrete immagini in her poesia to better express her mostly abstract ideas. (And greek, I hope te do not mind me using te as an example. If te 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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posted by HaleyDewit
Think te 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 te through the night
But deep downs inside te 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 te 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 giorno where I can see things clear
Hoping one giorno I’ll find my way back home

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

I’m a pile of misery
I’m a tormented soul
I’m a prisoner of loss
Captured between my walls
I beg te 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 cuore and brings me to the darkside where I reside for awhile. Until I'm grabbed da the hand and pulled out da 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 da limb, every string of my cuore played da 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, o so I thought, but when he slapped me across my face, that's emotion te can't replace and I faced it everyday o so for a anno and a half. Don't try to sympathize because I know with my cuore and soul that te will leave and let me go with crappy bittersweet goodbyes...
This is a play I wrote.
There are three acts.
I'll add the successivo 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 te not trust her?
Gabby: Steve and sherry helped too.
(enter Anna)
Gabby: (death glares at Anna, but goes unnoticed)
Anna: So, Conner, are te talking to yourself o something?
Gabby: (clenches her fists, runs silently out of the room)