View Poll Results: Do You Like Poetry

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  • I love poetry!

    13 68.42%
  • I only like happy or funny poetry.

    0 0%
  • I only love sad and depressing poetry.

    1 5.26%
  • I love other poetry.

    0 0%
  • I love poetry and would love to read others.

    3 15.79%
  • I have written and published(website or book) it.

    2 10.53%
  • I have a website for poetry, and i also love poetry.

    0 0%
  • My parents hate poetry, there fore i hate it too.

    0 0%
  • I could careless... not like it will change my life.

    0 0%
  • I hate poetry.

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Thread: Neverending Poem

  1. #1
    IdTakeABulletForYou
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    Post Neverending Poem

    Neverending Poem
    just write a line
    any line
    we''ll keep it going!!!!
    I have 853 poems online. Please check some out:

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    Is this like the Haiku game?

    And welcome, by the way..., you have many inboxes to check out

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    All right, I'll start:

    Standing still watching the world
    "...You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend.... I bow to them... I love them, I cling to them, I run them down. I bite into them, I melt them down.... I love words so much... The unexpected ones....The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop..." -Pablo Neruda

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    Standing still watching the world
    Collect and transform a multitude of shapes
    My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery --always buzzing, humming, soaring, roaring, diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
    -Virginia Woolf

    “I want to write a novel about Silence,” he said; “the things people don’t say. But the difficulty is immense.” He sighed. - Night and Day

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    Standing still watching the world
    Collect and transform a multitude of shapes
    Grasp and acknowledge worldly things

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    Standing still watching the world
    Collect and transform a multitude of shapes
    Grasp and acknowledge worldly things
    Loving everything, and soaking it in

    I can feel the wind on my pale face
    Where that wind goes... i have yet to embrace
    I loved this world, but it has changed before my eyes
    It is filled with desperate people, and all of woes and cries

    But this world, through it's many changes
    Is not standing still
    It is trying to fix it, though it cannot at will
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    People, Write!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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    Standing still watching the world
    Collect and transform a multitude of shapes
    Grasp and acknowledge worldly things
    Loving everything, and soaking it in

    I can feel the wind on my pale face
    Where that wind goes... i have yet to embrace
    I loved this world, but it has changed before my eyes
    It is filled with desperate people, and all of woes and cries

    But this world, through it's many changes
    Is not standing still
    It is trying to fix it, though it cannot at will

    Can you still feel
    that suppressed anxiety
    Tumbling over with cries and confusions within you

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    Standing still watching the world
    Collect and transform a multitude of shapes
    Grasp and acknowledge worldly things
    Loving everything, and soaking it in

    I can feel the wind on my pale face
    Where that wind goes... i have yet to embrace
    I loved this world, but it has changed before my eyes
    It is filled with desperate people, and all of woes and cries

    But this world, through it's many changes
    Is not standing still
    It is trying to fix it, though it cannot at will

    Can you still feel
    that suppressed anxiety
    Tumbling over with cries and confusions within you:

    The blackest of black nights
    Dissolves the horizon of pale light
    Fighting to break through the sky
    Where dreams are fading and hope dies
    My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery --always buzzing, humming, soaring, roaring, diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
    -Virginia Woolf

    “I want to write a novel about Silence,” he said; “the things people don’t say. But the difficulty is immense.” He sighed. - Night and Day

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    Standing still watching the world
    Collect and transform a multitude of shapes
    Grasp and acknowledge worldly things
    Loving everything, and soaking it in

    I can feel the wind on my pale face
    Where that wind goes... i have yet to embrace
    I loved this world, but it has changed before my eyes
    It is filled with desperate people, and all of woes and cries

    But this world, through it's many changes
    Is not standing still
    It is trying to fix it, though it cannot at will

    Can you still feel
    that suppressed anxiety
    Tumbling over with cries and confusions within you:

    The blackest of black nights
    Dissolves the horizon of pale light
    Fighting to break through the sky
    Where dreams are fading and hope dies
    .
    The world keeps changing
    But I am still here,
    Afraid of aging,
    Trying to push away fear.

    Our time has passed
    And I am still here,
    Searching my memories
    For a bright night to sleep.

    Running away from the changing night,
    Where the people are hanging on tight,
    Trying to break free,
    Trying to follow me.

    A new scar in the face
    And still here I stand,
    Looking in the mirror,
    Who once tried to jump the fence.

  11. #11
    Standing still watching the world
    Collect and transform a multitude of shapes
    Grasp and acknowledge worldly things
    Loving everything, and soaking it in

    I can feel the wind on my pale face
    Where that wind goes... i have yet to embrace
    I loved this world, but it has changed before my eyes
    It is filled with desperate people, and all of woes and cries

    But this world, through it's many changes
    Is not standing still
    It is trying to fix it, though it cannot at will

    Can you still feel
    that suppressed anxiety
    Tumbling over with cries and confusions within you:

    The blackest of black nights
    Dissolves the horizon of pale light
    Fighting to break through the sky
    Where dreams are fading and hope dies
    .
    The world keeps changing
    But I am still here,
    Afraid of aging,
    Trying to push away fear.

    Our time has passed
    And I am still here,
    Searching my memories
    For a bright night to sleep.

    Running away from the changing night,
    Where the people are hanging on tight,
    Trying to break free,
    Trying to follow me.

    A new scar in the face
    And still here I stand,
    Looking in the mirror,
    Who once tried to jump the fence.
    But i didn't get over
    i just fell down
    i tried to get back up
    but i couldn't get off of the ground

    Sitting here
    thinking of life
    it's absolute value
    equals negative both ways.

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    Standing still watching the world
    Collect and transform a multitude of shapes
    Grasp and acknowledge worldly things
    Loving everything, and soaking it in

    I can feel the wind on my pale face
    Where that wind goes... i have yet to embrace
    I loved this world, but it has changed before my eyes
    It is filled with desperate people, and all of woes and cries

    But this world, through it's many changes
    Is not standing still
    It is trying to fix it, though it cannot at will

    Can you still feel
    that suppressed anxiety
    Tumbling over with cries and confusions within you:

    The blackest of black nights
    Dissolves the horizon of pale light
    Fighting to break through the sky
    Where dreams are fading and hope dies
    .
    The world keeps changing
    But I am still here,
    Afraid of aging,
    Trying to push away fear.

    Our time has passed
    And I am still here,
    Searching my memories
    For a bright night to sleep.

    Running away from the changing night,
    Where the people are hanging on tight,
    Trying to break free,
    Trying to follow me.

    A new scar in the face
    And still here I stand,
    Looking in the mirror,
    Who once tried to jump the fence.

    But i didn't get over
    i just fell down
    i tried to get back up
    but i couldn't get off of the ground

    Sitting here
    thinking of life
    it's absolute value
    equals negative both ways.

    -------------

    But another day starts
    and in light i begin to see,
    from the stars people calling out for me,
    i look around but cannot see
    They're so far away-What about me?

    It is my sorrow of tomorrow,
    to feel i've failed what others achieved,
    I tried so hard-
    you cannot believe.

    Break in pieces my life events,
    To try to figure out something I can emend,
    Days and days and nights again,
    Nothing is found-where was my life spent?

    I remember a dream of a day,
    one of those that are here to stay,
    about a friend I wouldn't meet,
    no matter how much i seek.

    I'm not sad but tired,
    I'm not a diamond nor a saphire,
    I am one more changing piece,
    Of a sadistic game of life.
    Last edited by Ricardo_b; 10-17-2005 at 10:42 AM.

  13. #13
    Standing still watching the world
    Collect and transform a multitude of shapes
    Grasp and acknowledge worldly things
    Loving everything, and soaking it in

    I can feel the wind on my pale face
    Where that wind goes... i have yet to embrace
    I loved this world, but it has changed before my eyes
    It is filled with desperate people, and all of woes and cries

    But this world, through it's many changes
    Is not standing still
    It is trying to fix it, though it cannot at will

    Can you still feel
    that suppressed anxiety
    Tumbling over with cries and confusions within you:

    The blackest of black nights
    Dissolves the horizon of pale light
    Fighting to break through the sky
    Where dreams are fading and hope dies
    .
    The world keeps changing
    But I am still here,
    Afraid of aging,
    Trying to push away fear.

    Our time has passed
    And I am still here,
    Searching my memories
    For a bright night to sleep.

    Running away from the changing night,
    Where the people are hanging on tight,
    Trying to break free,
    Trying to follow me.

    A new scar in the face
    And still here I stand,
    Looking in the mirror,
    Who once tried to jump the fence.

    But i didn't get over
    i just fell down
    i tried to get back up
    but i couldn't get off of the ground

    Sitting here
    thinking of life
    it's absolute value
    equals negative both ways.

    -------------

    But another day starts
    and in light i begin to see,
    from the stars people calling out from me,
    i look around but cannot see
    They're so far away-What about me?

    It is my sorrow of tomorrow,
    to feel i've failed what others achieved,
    I tried so hard-
    you cannot believe.

    Break in pieces my life events,
    To try to figure out something I can emend,
    Days and days and nights again,
    Nothing is found-where was my life spent?

    I remember a dream of a day,
    one of those that are here to stay,
    about a friend I wouldn't meet,
    no matter how much i seek.

    I'm not sad but tired,
    I'm not a diamond nor a saphire,
    I am one more changing piece,
    Of a sadistic game of life.
    Mixed and jumbled
    a puzzle of this world
    i try to fix myself
    but i end up getting worse

    i felt i should try
    maybe get better
    but with this yelling and fighting
    my hearts gets weighed down by getting wetter


    i feel so alone, with everyone moving on
    i am the one being left back, cused by those before me
    i am desolate and hated, by my peers as well as parents
    i woiuld like to be left alone, but included also with no end

    Thius mixed up world of mine
    has begun to make no sense
    with every step i take
    my hearts just gets more tense

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    it cannot be fixed
    yet cannot be broken
    in an array of lives
    i am in the middle... choking

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    " Standing still watching the world
    Collect and transform a multitude of shapes
    Grasp and acknowledge worldly things
    Loving everything, and soaking it in

    I can feel the wind on my pale face
    Where that wind goes... i have yet to embrace
    I loved this world, but it has changed before my eyes
    It is filled with desperate people, and all of woes and cries

    But this world, through it's many changes
    Is not standing still
    It is trying to fix it, though it cannot at will

    Can you still feel
    that suppressed anxiety
    Tumbling over with cries and confusions within you:

    The blackest of black nights
    Dissolves the horizon of pale light
    Fighting to break through the sky
    Where dreams are fading and hope dies
    .
    The world keeps changing
    But I am still here,
    Afraid of aging,
    Trying to push away fear.

    Our time has passed
    And I am still here,
    Searching my memories
    For a bright night to sleep.

    Running away from the changing night,
    Where the people are hanging on tight,
    Trying to break free,
    Trying to follow me.

    A new scar in the face
    And still here I stand,
    Looking in the mirror,
    Who once tried to jump the fence.

    But i didn't get over
    i just fell down
    i tried to get back up
    but i couldn't get off of the ground

    Sitting here
    thinking of life
    it's absolute value
    equals negative both ways.

    But another day starts
    and in light i begin to see,
    from the stars people calling out from me,
    i look around but cannot see
    They're so far away-What about me?

    It is my sorrow of tomorrow,
    to feel i've failed what others achieved,
    I tried so hard-
    you cannot believe.

    Break in pieces my life events,
    To try to figure out something I can emend,
    Days and days and nights again,
    Nothing is found-where was my life spent?

    I remember a dream of a day,
    one of those that are here to stay,
    about a friend I wouldn't meet,
    no matter how much i seek.

    I'm not sad but tired,
    I'm not a diamond nor a saphire,
    I am one more changing piece,
    Of a sadistic game of life.

    Mixed and jumbled
    a puzzle of this world
    i try to fix myself
    but i end up getting worse

    i felt i should try
    maybe get better
    but with this yelling and fighting
    my hearts gets weighed down by getting wetter


    i feel so alone, with everyone moving on
    i am the one being left back, cused by those before me
    i am desolate and hated, by my peers as well as parents
    i woiuld like to be left alone, but included also with no end

    Thius mixed up world of mine
    has begun to make no sense
    with every step i take
    my hearts just gets more tense

    it cannot be fixed
    yet cannot be broken
    in an array of lives
    i am in the middle... choking"

    ---------

    But the sadness i feel
    I don't totally understand,
    I just know I'm not in command
    And no one gives me their hand.

    Siting alone in the world of mine,
    created by me,
    I am just fine.
    It's out there I'm afraid.

    The world is too big outside the walls
    created by me,
    They're not big enough-
    I can't even dance a walse.

    Alone in the room I read and I write,
    with the moon by my side tonight,
    And in the morning I am too aware of me-
    must watch out for danger,
    even though all I want to do is dream.

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