Henheart's Universe
Main Discussion => The Poetry Corner => Topic started by: MothDude! on November 15, 2004, 04:56:49 PM
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yay i wrote this 4 school it short but i like it i was told to write a poem about my childhood and i can't remember a full part of my chilhood just faded litle bits and it had to be of a part wich i was being particularly childish but i have always felt the same age in my head so instead i wrote this ;D
Iremember wen i crawled
i remember being 2 and 3
i remember 5 and 7
but always i was me
i don't remember being silly
i just remember being small
i can't see one clear moment
i can just feel it all
im saving being silly until im 43
because i've never been childish
atleast in my memory!
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way better than my english poem :P
*glomps*
and you said you could never write...... you lie tom you lie
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That's actually a really good way of making a childhood poem without remembering your childhood...
>_<
I'd have been completely screwed...
I like the poem anyway, it's short but to the point. ^_^
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It's coolies Tom! Teeheehee ^__^
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YAY!!!! a sucsessfull poem ^__^
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i don't do poems i write storys that is where i get my characters from ^_^ i love my storys cause i am creative yup
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You forgot to put in the Oak tree and the dead bird, but apart from that I really like it ^_^ Hehe, it's pretty much what I feel too, which means it's a successful poem from my point of view at least.
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tom your poem was RIVITING *twitches fingers while saying riviting* i give it 2 thumbs up
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i cant remeber much of my childhood cos i blocked the memories.... my relatives tell me stuff they remember even though i cant
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i love my poem!!!
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too right you should
*glomps*
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awwww *watches tom and amy glomp* okay now i am hungry
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WTF? your hungry?
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because yesterday i was hungry now i ain't ^_^
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O.o ok....
tom you should put up that poem you wrote and put up on VW.. if you dont then i will cos it be coolies!
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that poem be good tom, i remember when i was a kid about 4 i went to lean out of my french doors, incase anyone doesnt know its a massive door entirly made of glass, and because it was so clean i leant forward on it and thinking it was closed i fell right through it, indeed it was open, and the opposite happened not long after ;D
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ER...
i felt like writing a poem
but there wasn't one in my pen
i sat infront of the paper
and tryed again and again and again
i searched for insperation
i seached both high and low
i even seached from side to side
but still it wouldnt flow
i needed a title to strike me
to haelp the poem spill out
i needed it to gide me
to find what the poem was about
it then became apparant
that the poem was about the fight
the struggle and frustration
of writing the writing right
that is another one of my poems
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and my other one
sanctuary
i dont have a place where i can hide
a place where my thaughts can glide
a space where i can sit and think
where the cogs in my mind can clink
all i have is a room i share
although i dont care
aslong as i have a space in my mind
where in which i can unwind
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aaaargh the return of double posting!!!!
me heard them before and they be much coolness!
reminds me i havent wrote anything in a while o.o tis not normal i say!
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anyone not read these poems yet? cuz my replies are limited
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get used to no replies XD
i have done but i dont mind ^_^
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WOW! this topic still exists...hehe wow my old poems! well i have a new one! i wrote it during the changeover between leaving school and going to college and how weird it felt...so here it is!
CHANGE
out with the old in with the new
easily said harder to do!
if the change is good it doesn't matter
it still hurts, my hearts slightly flatter
from one place i leave to another i go
it all works but still it doesnt flow
i loved the life which i had
does it have to go is that so bad!
i have waited for this to happen for so long
i didn't expect it to feel so wrong
i want to go its where i belong
but still something feels wrong!
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i remember that poem.. its true though, but im sure youll be fine, we will all miss you but its not the end of the world.. and you only got a few more years
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Yeah, as cookie said you will be fine!
Don't dwell on the past and move on, your doing something you want too do so have fun while your there.
I'll miss you, I don't talk to you much but your prescence wont be around - whoa, that soudns either freaky or stalkish - none were intended. ._.
ANYWAYS [before I waffle on.... ... ... bogus, I want waffles now. >_<]
I like the poem, it's straight forward and bloody rhymes. :screamsst her inability to rhyme:
Ahem, [I REALLY want waffles now... >O<] it's a split poem with 2 emotions.
Guilt at going but hope for the future.
It works really well and good to see some writing from ye!
: D
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wooo! now i am at college im feeling 1000000000000000000000000000times better although it sucks not seeing all Trinity people V_V when i have a day off and your in school i will come visit and also collect my artwork which mr northam still has....THEIF!!!...anyway thanks for the positive feedback and yeah it rymes but i ryme with the smae sound too many times at the end! so its a bit suckish!
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got inspired in the middle of the night a while back and wrote a poem about Mum as she is a wonderfull woman
Mother
The Disorganised Perfectionist is always on her feet
running around finding herself new deadlines to meet
her life is full of panic, stress and things to do
and when it comes down to it she barely has time for you
her feet are bruised and aching, her mind a scrambled mess
even when she can't go on she always tries her best
she is on this world to do great things, make a better life
but she has full time work and is a proud mother and a wife
you can't say she is wasting her life but her dreams stay unfulfilled
The Artist , the poet, the writer, the life she is yet to build
it's all ideas in her notepad, scrap paper on her desk
never the time to live the life that would suit her best...
and this poem is about a rather evil thing i did to someone...and the guilt i felt
My Crimes
The cruelty i have done
injustice i have caused
the thing that made me cry
its not my pain its yours
i stabbed a man in the back
the blade hit in his heart
he deserved no such thing
now we grow apart
my sorrow will not weaken
the apologies stand strong
though they are beaten
by the mountain i've done wrong
there's no more i can say to him
no words that would heal
my guilt absorbs me truly
i wish i couldn't feel
I've ruined everything now
with one pivotal blow
watched a world destroyed
and never to re-grow