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  • Ali Khorvash (3/24/2005 1:38:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    hello everybody!
    I want to suggest you read the poem: YOUR PHOTO by SHIRIN PARVARESH.
    I found that very very senseful and beautiful.
    Its rating is 9.
    so I invite you all too read it and submit your comments and vote.
    Im sure that you will enjoy it!

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    • ***** ***** (4/26/2005 1:58:00 PM) Post reply

      Yes, Ali, you have asked us many times at this stage.. smile, S.

  • Morgan Barbaro (3/16/2005 6:12:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    hi again
    here is a poem for christians


    he lends us a helping hand
    he took his life for us
    he got beaten and died on the cross for us
    he always will help us believe
    he will never let you bleed
    he helps you through the good and bad
    he is are only lord

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    • Willem VanVoorthuysen (5/8/2005 8:43:00 PM) Post reply

      Dear Morgan, You are so right! May God bless you for having the courage to witness in poetry. Keep writing Christian poetry, but also try to read as much of it as possible. That will help strength ... more

  • Morgan Barbaro (3/16/2005 6:11:00 PM) Post reply


    He is mine
    gives me everything like:
    a helping hand
    a shoulder to pout on
    a person who you can talk to
    a person who never leaves you behind
    a person who you can look up to
    That is why we should praise him
    for dieing on the cross for us
    for giveing his life away for us to live
    all we need to do is thank him

  • Morgan Barbaro (3/16/2005 6:02:00 PM) Post reply

    i love this poem because it relates to all the girls


    he is so cute
    i wish he wouldnt look at me
    his hair is so fine
    it glares in my eye
    his teeth are as pretty as me
    i wish he would take a 2nd look
    i try not to stare
    but i cant i wish he felt the way about me
    hopefully we will come together
    i wish this wish for once will come true

    by morgan barbaro

    i hope you'll like it

  • natomeal speakerpaste (2/16/2005 3:13:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    i don't require cards
    i thought the jokers were the best part
    on with your literary art
    i appreciate your word toss
    i want to know your next thought
    now what

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  • Justin Byerline (2/4/2005 3:40:00 AM) Post reply

    here is some freeform
    i live in a box
    and call it a life
    wander around wondering who i will see or what is going to happens but it all seems the same to me
    i wake up day after day with love in my heart
    and are my intentions
    and go to bed completely dissapointed
    i look forward to poptarts and poker
    and a deck with no jokers

  • Justin Byerline (2/4/2005 3:37:00 AM) Post reply

    its funny that you can 'rate' the poems on here
    actually makes me kinda giggle because i dont know about the rest of you but i dont really care the rating my poems get
    they are my thoughs. can you put a grade on a thought?
    just seems like grading a blank sheet because half the time when people read it they dont really grasp it
    at least not to the length that the writer would.
    i consider my best work a poem called tour through insanity
    give it a 1 :)

  • Lukas Woyzeck (2/3/2005 11:27:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


    Silent birds conquer skies,
    The army of clouds passive,
    Rays of sun enlighten the show,
    A yellow rose pierces through earth,
    Delivered to armies of grass,
    Still free-
    Wind and water make both bow,
    But they manage to rise again
    And trying to reach the light,
    But desperate-
    The flower grows becoming beauty,
    Proudly grows above the grass,
    Green, seeing everywhere around,
    One million yellow roses just like her

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  • Robert Lawrence (2/2/2005 6:27:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I'm new on this site, see if one of these poems are interesting...'Developing the Pictures'

    I embrace the impatience in my arms.
    Sent by the river to do me harm.
    But instead of harm, give me a place.
    Where I can see the most lovely face.
    Give me the wings to fly away,
    to heaven where the angels stay;
    where tranquil peace fills the hearts of those,
    who from the prison of life arose,
    to seek love, passion, peaceful sleep.
    But sound sleepers always awaken, to the smell of fire burning deep;
    the sight of dreams that start to weep.
    As demons slash the night away,
    and build a hot and hellish grave,
    for the dreams that were swept away,
    from the eyes of dreamers.
    And leave me with the haunting thought that I would never see her.
    But even with the sun in sight, I evade and close my eyes.
    And build some shade to shield from demise.
    So I can feel the night again, and feel the kiss, the love, the dream and then. Say this night will never end.
    An eternal portrait shows itself. But in truth the sun will always send
    eternal portraits back to the shelf.

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    • Lukas Woyzeck (2/3/2005 11:32:00 AM) Post reply

      hmm quite prosaic, complex, i like the themes quite a lot (night/light/heaven) keep it going ;) maybe u shud try to be more expressive by making it shorter which will accentuate the words left ... more

  • Lukas Woyzeck (2/2/2005 2:43:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    hey...i ve created this poem yesterday, it s my first english poem ever i hope u enjoy it:

    Shadow, you ever running deserteur,
    Shadow, runner of the walls past,
    Have you ever taken the time to look at the sun,
    Just looking, forgetting your real dedication

    Shadow, you friend of those who want to rest,
    You, that enlarge ourselves in the eye of the mighty light,
    Representing ourselves the way we might want to be,
    But when we turn our looks into the sun we know,
    How small we really are
    And you only are
    Cause of us
    Shame on

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