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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.

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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.'

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    Whenever a thought
    Strikes me worthy of writing
    My pen's ink runs dry
    What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
    - Gertrude Stein

    A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
    - Virginia Woolf

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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.
    What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
    - Gertrude Stein

    A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
    - Virginia Woolf

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    Lol, truth!
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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
    What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
    - Gertrude Stein

    A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
    - Virginia Woolf

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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.
    What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
    - Gertrude Stein

    A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
    - Virginia Woolf

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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.
    What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
    - Gertrude Stein

    A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
    - Virginia Woolf

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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.
    I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

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