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write or share a poem
Write a short or long poem on the spot! Write what you feel at this exact moment. Be creative. You can also post a poem that you previously wrote out of creativity!
Such Beauty
Such beauty is found
When one walks along
The path in summer.
The trees part in the wind,
Bowing to the crowds of weeds
And daisies.
I walk along the path,
Where my beloved stalks with me.
We pass through the rustled brush of thirsty
Willows and poignant lilies,
Sprouting up here and
There.
Scents of lilac flutter on the
Wings of the butterfly that
Jauntily swishes by
Oh yes, the beauty in
Summer.
Thrashing us with glee and
Joy, summer shows us
Such beauty.
Asa Adams
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Another?
Alllllll Righty then, how be another?
As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t'other say,
'Where sall we gang and dine to-day,
Where sall we gang and dine to-day?'
'In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his honnd, and lady fair,
His hawk, his honnd, and lady fair.
'His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady 'a ta'en another mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet,
We may mak our dinner sweet.
'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his bonny blue een;
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare,
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.'
'Mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
Oer his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sail blaw for evennair,
The wind sail blaw for evennair.'
Unknown
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Whenever a thought
Strikes me worthy of writing
My pen's ink runs dry
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GREAT! Very off the spot! I loved it!
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Thanks. I actually wrote it earlier this afternoon.
I suppose if you can't actually think up a poem on the spot, you might as well post a poem about your inability to think up poems on the spot.
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A Wounded One once said
'To arms again my friends', but as he turned
friends not be,
for he was not the only wounded one.
on the spot, and kinda lame, lol
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No no, I like it.
The General sat down
And cried like a teenage girl
Whose party had flopped
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hahaha, good one!
Why has thou found the need to
cry? asked the
opposing General,
I want not to harm you.
Only your
diginity.
You have, thankfully,
done this
for me.
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A good reply, but my haiku was actually an attempt to answer the question "What if we threw a war and nobody came?". I can't remeber who said that.
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flopped. right. it is an improper Haiku though. count the syllaboles ;)
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Here's a very short one:
Why do I read poetry?
Because I like words.
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sweet and short. always a good combo
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I read poetry
because the words are moving
and i grow with them
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I feel bad, really bad
I think that I am mad
I am really very sad
And I want to be glad.