Poetry

i don't like love poetry.. i find it not very pretty..
but for example charles baudelaire and some poems from gillaume apolinaire i like very much..

Sisters four with poisoned breath,
Bring the land a long slow death.
Death comes swiftly if you dare,
To find each sisters hidden lair.
Thier songs like secret river flow,
To hide the peril deep below.
And if at last thier voices cease,
The land will find a final peace.

Originally posted by BartmanX
Sisters four with poisoned breath,
Bring the land a long slow death.
Death comes swiftly if you dare,
To find each sisters hidden lair.
Thier songs like secret river flow,
To hide the peril deep below.
And if at last thier voices cease,
The land will find a final peace.

*Claps* good one.

Originally posted by rodeoangel
*Claps* good one.

It's out of the Deltora books.lol 😄

poetry is good. if i have to rate my like for poetry than i would say 6

Originally posted by BartmanX
It's out of the Deltora books.lol 😄

I KNOW! that's y I said good one.

I love poetry..it is the only kind of writing I like . I write poems just about every day about random junk

Originally posted by rodeoangel
I KNOW! that's y I said good one.

oh 🙄

Originally posted by sexylexy32
I love poetry..it is the only kind of writing I like . I write poems just about every day about random junk

What's your real last name? Just curiouse.

Is your last name Erickson?

Hello?

No my last name isn't Erickson BartmanX

somebody can you help me think of a title for this poem?

I am searching to find something
A part of me that is missing
Where do I look
When the pieces of me seem so scattered
I never thought that something with such importance
Could be so easily lost
It seems the harder I try to fill this void within
The further I move away from what it is I long for
I need a place to explore my thoughts and feelings
A place without the judgment that silences me
How can I get closer to what has eluded me
When I feel so far away from the self that is me
my true self
Maybe I first have to admit the truth I've sealed away
The truth I've sworn to never let fall upon your ears
No matter how many questions I have yet to answer
I won't stop searching until it is the love we once shared
that I have found

or not

Originally posted by Flaco_13
any 1 hates poetry besides me

NO! Why make a thread called 'poetry'? People'll think you like it when they see the title, you'll only get no's here...poetry is great.

Originally posted by Mistah DEVIL
somebody can you help me think of a title for this poem?

I am searching to find something
A part of me that is missing
Where do I look
When the pieces of me seem so scattered
I never thought that something with such importance
Could be so easily lost
It seems the harder I try to fill this void within
The further I move away from what it is I long for
I need a place to explore my thoughts and feelings
A place without the judgment that silences me
How can I get closer to what has eluded me
When I feel so far away from the self that is me
my true self
Maybe I first have to admit the truth I've sealed away
The truth I've sworn to never let fall upon your ears
No matter how many questions I have yet to answer
I won't stop searching until it is the love we once shared
that I have found

I love that poem .... how about The Truth Can Set the Heart Free?

Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You’ve come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping

What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home

And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass

Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don't say: «We have come now to the end»
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again

And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping

And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West

Originally posted by sexylexy32
I love that poem .... how about The Truth Can Set the Heart Free?

there once was a man named gene
invented a sex machine
concave or convex,
it would serve either sex
but o what a bastard to clean!

Originally posted by Flaco_13
any 1 hates poetry besides me

no 😐