Witchy, I rather enjoyed reading both of your pieces. Your pieces sprang forth from the screen like two beautiful paintings made into words. I'll be checking in this thread more often. ^_^ |
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I like to write, be it stories, poems and so on. I'd like to post my stuff here and if anyone would like to post some of their work or even just a favorite poem or story that they like that's cool too. To kick this off... |
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Witchy, I rather enjoyed reading both of your pieces. Your pieces sprang forth from the screen like two beautiful paintings made into words. I'll be checking in this thread more often. ^_^ |
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Things are not as they seem
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Why thank guys. I'm pretty sure I know what you mean CoLd BlooDed , and your opinion of my poem is highly valued as I have read your poetry and find it wonderfully unique and enjoyable. You are very well "spoken" and your writing style is a good one. I look forward to reading more of your stuff! |
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I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!
I was writing this all morning, and LD inspired me, so this is pretty fresh with little editing. It isn't a poem, its more like a story. I wanted to see how it would come out and it is interesting. I don't think it's one of my better efforts though. |
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I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!
This poem was written about a month after my 18th birthday. It is another coming of age, and finding your place type of poem. |
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Last edited by PrettyWitchy; 07-31-2009 at 08:20 PM.
I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!
The message in your last one is solid, but you should really work on your meter. I mean, your syllable count stretches from 8 to 13... it breaks flow. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Thank you. |
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I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!
You also do not write poetry. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
It has to do with how the flow of words match in their syllable count. I've been trying to fix it for a while, but I find I'm too fond of certain words and phrases. When it comes to writing metered poems for classes, I get slaughtered. I think my best attempt was a sonnet involving Egypt... I'll have to see if I can find that one and post it. |
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Last edited by PrettyWitchy; 07-31-2009 at 08:20 PM.
I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!
Okay! Here I have something with a little more consistent meter, but I'm not very thrilled with this effort... I'll probably tweak it more later tonight. |
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I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!
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I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!
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I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!
There we go! Your meter improved exponentially on that last one. Really well done. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Thanks. Truth be told I wrote that one a while ago, but when I found it, I cringed upon reading it and did some major alterations. But if it works, it works. |
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I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!
Another nameless poem. |
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I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!
I like that last one. You said we could post our favorites by others as well right? Well I have an Ann Sexton poem that I love but it is huge, so I'll post a Robert Frost poem that I love. |
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I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.~Oscar Wilde
I like that Frost one too. Oh by the way which Ann Sexton poem? Mine is Briar Rose, and it is huge too. Here is stanza/more like a paragraph. |
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I has a stick, and I'm gonna reach right out and touch you with it!
It was the the poem "For My Lover Returning to His Wife". A very long poem holy crow. Here is my favorite part of it... |
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I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.~Oscar Wilde
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