Hi. Im prplandblk! Now I have posted this topic for anyone who likes to express their feelings with a song or poem. You might not even express your feelings. Sometimes poetry is for fun. And I don't care if you copy from another site or if its your own. Thnx! Please Post!
So,one day I'm ballin at basket ball. Another imma complete failure. One day I'm rappin my lungs out! Another I'm sucking on ice cubes to try to regain my horrible but strain voice. One day imma teacher's pet. Another imma complete ignoration.One day I'm the best at math possible. Another I get a C+ on a quiz. One day I am one of the most athletic people in class.Another I trip over the basketball while I'm dribblin. On day I am in the best most friendliest mood possible. Another day I lock myself in my room because I am upset about what happened at school.One day I am an AMAZING artist. Another I can't draw a bird for the freaking life of me. One day imma a SUPER FAST typer. Another I am wondering where the exclamation point is.One day people actully LIKE me. Another people obviously DON'T.One day I make an awsomely-amazingly decision.Another I make one that threatens my whole life. Sometimes life gives you things you like and what you don't. Sometimes you get what you expect and also what you never saw coming.Sometimes you know the answer to a question and sometimes it's a toatal brain-fart.
- And that was a poem I just now wrote as I was typing
First, that wasn't a poem. It was a paragraph. Second, try to check your spelling before you post, because you can make things look a whole lot better when it is neat. Third, I rate this a 3.5/10. I only gave you that, because a somewhat good theme was loosely described in it. Fourth, bow to my brilliance:
What a bold acme; a garrote for dreams!?
Suppressant and Lure glaze their tainted name
upon my ribs as cold and savored cream.
Will my complexion suffer its white flame?
Now I'm secured in ragged, cultured stone,
Medusa covets; putrid in her state.
Heart settles still; a temporary home.
Doubt and Evasion evoke and sedate.
The trembled cries, beast's newly awake rage.
This muddled shiver swipes for moral blood.
Unrest and torture, this Satanic cage!
Steam mars husk; wispy tendrils stroking bud.
Through thunderhead, a mottled winding light
reveals Aurora's waited path to sight.
everyone stfu dont be mean to her shes younger then both of yall
That's why I gave her advice.
And Mostfox, I said tell my a POEM not rude criticize m. And Metropal and MKK810 gave me advice! Thnx to that!!! But no. You don't have one nice thing to say to anyone else. Only yourself. Please leave me alone! I'm nine! That's a good poem for a nine year old!!!!
Go prplandblk, go! I suppose you have better grammar then a lot of nine year olds. So, kudos to you.
Thnx for the moral support!
The Woman Inside by: Hailey C. (prplandblk)
Look in the mirror,
see a mirror image,
but is that what's really inside?
a lady is full of happiness, spirit,and pride,
but that will not compare,
to the woman inside,
look around look around,
what do you see?
you see every part of me,
I ask you if you see her,
I know you lied,
I know you can see her,
the woman inside
The First Day Of School by: Hailey C. (prplandblk)
Lockers with new combinations,
floors with new tiles,
pencils not even sharpened,
gym teachers just ran a mile,
teachers getting tidy,
making sure they have all supplies,
like the new classroom?
it's so sly,
the year is filled with new teaches and friends,
live the year to the end
I like the top one the best. The second one is cute, but not something that really gets a person thinking. I like the message in the first one, though it is at one part contradicting. Which could be the way you actually want it. That is up to you.
8/10
6/10
Thnx Metropal.I like the top one better too. I was only gonna post The woman Inside but i decided to do both. At least someone has something nice to say to me on here!!!!!!!!
Don't take the criticism on here to heart. Just work your personality in so that it stands out. And don't give up.
Haiku:
Screw all these poems
I want to be spiderman
Refrigerator
It isn't your typical haiku, but it still follows the 5-7-5 syllable format, making it a haiku.
Procrastination;
The paper is almost due
Time to play some games
Wrong. A haiku is supposed to be about nature or things that happen in nature. AND NO, neither of them are actually about nature.
Well guys, thanks for the encouragement towards my happiness!
is anyone gonna post anything???????
Haikai no Renga:
seeking warm refuge
creatures hide in snow shelters
winter's wrath delayed
Int sabiħa, o Malta tagħna!
Mhux għax Malti nfaħħrek jien;
issemmik id-dinja kollha,
magħruf ġmielek kullimkien.
Imgħottija bl-isbaħ sema,
l-għona dawl ix-xemx tagħtik,
ma xxawtekx, bil-ħlewwa ssaħħnek,
ġid iġġiblek u tqawwik.
Fik il-bard lil ħadd ma jikser
meta x-xemx tgħaddilek bgħid,
ma jiġix inhar tul sena
illi ma jsaħħnekx xi ftit.
U l-art tiegħek kulma tagħmel
kollu tajjeb, kollu bnin;
ġewwa bliethom il-frott tiegħek
jixtiquh wisq barranin.
Illi l-ġid bil-wisq tagħtina
qaluh fl-ibgħad żminijiet
filli tagħti, għad li żgħira,
tisboq ‘il bosta artijiet.
B’kull tifħir, o gżira mbierka,
il-għorrief semmewk, kitbuk;
għal insiġ idejn uliedek
elfejn sena ilu faħħruk.
Liema ħaġa li fik tinbet
tieba u benna ma turix?
Il-larinġa, il-frawla tiegħek
min fid-dinja ma jsemmix?
U x’ingħid mill-għasel tiegħek,
liema bniedem ma jfaħħrux?
Jekk iduru d-dinja kollha
oħla minnu ma jsibux.
Fik il-qronfla, fik il-warda,
biex tħawwilhom l-angli ġiet
imkien ġmielhom, imkien bħalhom,
fihom riħa tas-smewwiet.
Ġewwa fik, o gżira tagħna,
ħlief il-ħlewwa ma tidhirx;
u kif le, jekk ismek, ismek
ħlief il-għasel ma jfissirx?
This forum keeps reminding of the book I have to read, pages I have to write, and poem I have to make in the next month. I love procrastination.
I'm not rating that. It's not worth translating.
The Element of the Heart
The wind sings to me
A tune I cannot hear
But only see
By watching the leaves dance
To its beautiful melody
The earth protects me
With a force I barely acknowledge
Keeping me planted
From floating away on cloud
And being lost forever
Fire keeps me whole
Providing me a light
To see in the dark
And sparing me some warmth
To feel when I'm cold
Water keeps me moving
Pushing my body
Like a little upturned daisy
Traveling the tumbling currents
To its home down stream
But you keep me alive
By blowing your song in my ear
Dragging down the clouds, when I'm too heavy to fly
Bringing the match for my unlit torch
Helping me up when I slip under the surface
And holding my hand as the sun sets over our world
On the wings of an eagle,
My love for you flies.
Soaring higher and higher,
And touching the skies.
I reached up above,
And pulled a star from the sky.
To place it within,
Your precious minds eye.
To dwell there forever,
As my love for you.
On the wings of our love,
Enduring and true.
There are so many things,
My heart wants to say.
I love you sweetheart,
There is no other way.
A haiku for war
To defeat ones enemies
Honour the crocket
Typical, enough for me
That I burn inside in agony
What power will enable me
To bury my mission?
The hunger coming over me
As I learn to hide the agony
To make a final remedy
To close the door, once and for all
In a world that I don't wanna know
With the message that I never wanna send
To be freed from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
Dont tell me I cannot go
With a wound that refuses to mend
Deliver me from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
It seems the whole experience is
Terrible, and crippling!
The pain is much more than physical
Beyond belief, when were alone
Typical, enough for me
That I burn inside in agony
What power will enable me
To make this decision
Despair has fallen over me
The way to hide the agony
Embracing my calamity
To save myself, once and for all
I believe that u SOFT PEACHES should think about this saying: YOLO. You Only Live Once, so dont waste ur time arguing with me!
Cheese.
I lift up this cheese with my big arms,
Whilst the taste of wine kisses my upper lips,
The scorching fire bringing a warm feeling of death,
As we stare outside the damp window to an ocean of fear and dismay,
we gaze at each other as we tighten our buttocks,
To the fear and terror struck like lightning upon their faces,
But I munch on the finest delicacy on earth,
The warm yellow fermented glory full of holes of worship,
Are bounded between my lips,
At that terrifying moment why is it only this that brings me eternal peace,
No Eternal bliss as the horrors rage outside tis is here with you,
That I find a feeling called HOME.
I do not know what I am doing. :]
Where did 5 g.ay guys go? One Direction.
NO! Keep them out of my forum.
Your forum. That has MY name on it!
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