Wicked's poetry corner

Subject: Wicked's poetry corner Sun Jan 12, 2014 9:03 pm

So I decided to start writing poetry because we're starting it in my English class and I want to improve and impress my teacher before we start making poems in class. Anyways, here's the first couple that I made. I don't know if they're good or not, that's for you guys to decide.

Diary of a Madman

Why do we Run?

Are we scared? Afraid?

We Run.

That's all we do.

Running

Never stopping, Never slowing.

And yet we drop

Drop like leaves to the ground

Falling

We Fall.

Why do we Fall?

Are we tired? Have we lost hope?

After we Run, we Fall

And then we Scream

Screaming

Always Screaming

Why do we Scream?

Is it out of fear? Concern?

After Screaming comes Dying

Dying

Remember Dying.

Dying is inevitable

Die.

That's all we were build to do

Die.

This is the Diary of a Madman

And it will never stop until the clocks stop ticking and clicking

Tick

Ticking

and

Click

Clicking

Subject: Re: Wicked's poetry corner Sun Jan 12, 2014 9:12 pm

I like to think that the speaker of this poem is a grandfather. However, you can put in anybody for the speaker.

Wonderland

I once knew a girl

Such a bright and happy girl

I wonder what happened to that girl

She was gone such a long time

No one could find that girl

"I"m going to Wonderland" the girl said

No one believed her.

I once could jump in the meadow with joy

But that joy was vanished with the girl

I wonder if she's happy, I hope she is, that girl

Everyone has gone away. They've forgotten about her.

But not I.

"I'll find you." I say to the missing girl

No one believed me.

I once found a girl

The same girl I knew. But different.

I no longer wonder where she went. I went there too, long ago

She is taken away from me

I here them asking her where she ran off to

"Wonderland." The girl replies. "Lies!" They scream. "Truth!" I sing.

Of course, no one believed us.

Subject: Re: Wicked's poetry corner Sun Jan 19, 2014 3:52 pm

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry I'm not perfect.

I'm sorry I'm not silver and gold

I'm sorry I'm not pretty

I'm sorry I'm not smart

I'm sorry I'm not perfect

I'm sorry I'm not a piece of art.

I'm sorry I'm not perfect.

But who says I want to be?

Subject: Re: Wicked's poetry corner Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:42 am

This is very much a Doctor Who inspired poem, based off of what I felt when the Doctor regenerated, and what I felt after I saw the new one preform and worm his way into my heart. If you don't watch DW, 1) You totally should and 2) Just think of it as a boy/girlfriend instead of the Doctor.

You Told Me to Run

When I first met you, you told me to Run

And I Ran, because

I trusted you

I followed you.

I did what ever you said

Because I knew that you'd always be there for me

Because you always were.

I adored you, god how I adored you

And then you changed

Once snarky and sarcastic, now clever and fast

With great hair

God, you have great hair

But can I still trust you?

Would you still always be there for me?

The answer is; I don't know.

I loved the old you, because you were mine

this new you scares me

I want to go with you

But will I be okay?

Like I was before?

You told me to Run

and I did.

I ran into your arms once again.

I could always trust you, no matter how many times you changed

You were mine

And I was yours

Until the End of Time

and back again

Subject: Re: Wicked's poetry corner Sat Nov 22, 2014 12:39 pm

shit guys i haven't written poetry in so long this sucks but oh well. DANNY PINK MY BABY i wrote this in like 10 minutes so it's bad and i guess maybe spoilers? idk...

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Little Soldier Boy

Little solider boy
playing with bullets like they’re toys
your heart is made of wondrous things
silver and gold and you’re the king.

Little solider boy
All tucked in bed
Mind you, watch your head.
For there’s goblins and ghosts
and monsters and demons
All fit to gobble you up.

Little solider boy
wanting to do good
wishing the world
would stay as it should
all bundled up all nice and tight
like a present on christmas night.

Little solider boy
labeled murderer
labeled maths teacher
labeled lover.

Little solider boy
watching a girl from afar
letting your heart spill slightly ajar
bumbling and stuttering you make your way
and you say the things you’ve always wanted to say.

Little solider boy
watch out for that car
for if you don’t you’ll surely be marred
no one can help you in the land of the dead
but maybe a phone call can bring hope to you instead.

Little solider boy
don’t press delete
you’ve got so much to give
and someone to meet.

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