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  • Evans Ampofo (4/10/2013 6:56:00 AM) Post reply

    All I want is you love. i love you so much it hurt. when i think about you i cant breath, because you are my air breath. i feel lose with you. if i have go to hell and back just to be with you just for one day i will because i know God understands how much i love you.i love so much i will die for you. you are my oxygen if i cant breath, so how can breath with you. you my eyes if cant see. i will tell the world how much i love you. people will know how i care you, i am incomplete with you beside. i love you girl.

  • Chris Cap (4/3/2013 7:12:00 PM) Post reply

    Ok, so this is an outline for a poem. I'll be replacing lines with more filled out sentences and nicer words. I was wondering if anyone would immediately like to offer advice on sentence changes, or poetic direction specifically?The poem's story is about a boy who is told bad news by a dr. and he has to go through all this terrible treatment just to buy some time.

    The air is mild and dry
    The rooms neatly organized
    clean and familiar
    A boring, common decor
    He'd probably call it
    death's summerhouse
    If his mind wasn't already at war
    With his hands clenched tightly
    The man in white sat him down
    and spoke words that
    almost brought him to the ground
    To which he barely reacted
    " You do Understand?" the man
    in white asked
    " Yes, terminal." He responded
    without hesitation
    The proding and pain starts
    As the final leaf caresses the dirt
    the time has come to extend
    his time on earth
    A bright light blinds him
    No time to sink it all in
    Countless hours of illness
    sickness and pain
    He is left with the same thought
    repeating in his head
    Do I die because I was born, or was I born to die?

  • Meronhailom Hailom (3/31/2013 2:22:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello everyone.....I happen to post 44 poems and they sound good in my head but your ideas n thoughts are important to know how worthy they are, afterall I am nothing without you.Be my guest and share what you feel.

  • Hao Cheng (3/11/2013 2:31:00 AM) Post reply

    The Finder

    Be in quest of a place from the surroundings,
    to seek the arcana of the Nature.
    with whole heart seeped into.
    as if shuttling between the numerous peals without time
    till pure white lights lighting my mind,
    flowing and coagulating then again
    into a icy spherocrystal for me to savour.

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  • Linda Neill Poet Digter (1/31/2013 3:06:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I am

    I..
    I am…
    I am Eve
    I am day
    I am woman
    God made me this way

    I..
    I am…
    I am rib
    I am love
    I am Adams’ dove
    Adam’s love made me this way
    Copyright Linda Neill

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    • Theresa Haffner (2/14/2013 8:38:00 PM) Post reply

      Ummmmm....... This is an attractive poem but it's not free form. It has both rhyme and meter. Free form means no rhyme or meter. My favorite example of free verse is " Space. The fi ... more

  • Linda Neill Poet Digter (1/31/2013 3:05:00 PM) Post reply

    Lament¹ of loom²
    I am not saying a word
    name me silent
    I feel violent
    tears are my sword.
    I smile as I try to
    bury the pain
    hard emptiness
    my gain.
    I will refrain
    from sadness
    so I reach high to
    be in blossom and bloom
    to bury the lament of loom.

    Chorus:
    Don’t try to understand my longing
    a lament of loom
    it is a mocking bird’s song
    but I will continue going
    knowing it will become a joyful song
    ¹Lament- mourn; cry for; ²Loom - appear

  • Nic Hillen Rookie - 1st Stage (1/19/2013 4:25:00 PM) Post reply

    GOVERMENT SLAVE

    Torn and empty but struggle on
    Captive in a world that I don't belong
    Years of frustration, thoughts turned ill
    When I fell victim to the gates of steel
    Exhausted hope, diverse cries
    Being observed by disrupted eyes
    Tears are flowing forming streams
    The toughest men broke down in screams
    Walls stained with terror and sorrow
    Invaded by fear that's hard to swallow
    Violence brews, you can taste the tension
    Blood will spill without a mention
    I solely lay and reminisce
    On little things I never thought I'll miss
    Like running round in a open space
    To feel the breeze against my face
    To see the moon and starry skies
    The dawning sun as it begins to rise
    I bless the day I walked out that gate
    For some this place will be there fate
    My tormented mind has been engraved
    With scars from being a government slave
    nic hillen

  • Ash .... Rookie - 1st Stage (1/17/2013 1:46:00 AM) Post reply

    was thinking about performing this as a spoken word poem.. please give me some tips and hints

    taught by your actions, oops i forgot your words..

    I wish I knew where to start, I really wish I had the words to say.
    But my mouth is dry hence my lips stay sealed as I stand in awe of the things you do.
    Actually it's the things you say but never do that hurt me the most.
    You lifted me from the ground where I lay in peace just to let me fall and shatter to pieces.
    You set me on a pinnacle of promises and there I was standing on false hopes.
    Little did I know your actions preyed on me, waiting to push me off and watch as I fall to my demise?
    The worst part about is how you taught me to live life but you can't even live up to that same lie.

    You were my role model so I took the remote and tuned in to your channel
    It looked so smooth but you told me never ever to even try touching it.
    You did it so well but told me not to try learning it.
    Sadly with every huffing word you puffed it in my face
    Dad how could you tell me not to smoke when you made me taste it?
    How can I stop craving this treat you showed me because I you it got me enticed.
    So since passive isn't enough let me step into your shoes and be active enough because just like you is what I'm supposed be.
    I came to you because you were my role model; I sit with you so show me how it's done
    How could you tell me how to live life when you can't even live up to that same lie?

    I thought you taught me how to love because you told me you loved me.
    I knew I had found my teacher so I laced up my shoes and watched your footsteps.
    So with every move I followed your footsteps and this shouldn't surprise you.
    Ohh wow, so much for surprises because you are the one who surprised me.
    I hit the door but you hit the door before me only difference is that I forgot my bags, ohh wait you never reminded me to pack.
    Mommy where are you going, why employ the door when it's love you should deploy..?(Sigh, tears)
    Oh well, I might as well snap out of memory lane because these divorce papers won't to sign themselves
    I look at my wife as she wipes away her tears but as for this marriage I can't take it anymore.
    Momma you told me that love never gives, too bad you never heard your echoes because your actions taught me twisted versions of those volumes.
    Wherever you are I hope you can hear me because how could you teach me to live life when you couldn't live that lie?

    I said amen the day you spoke about it, the whole church loved it the day you preached it
    Even the guy who sat next to me adored you every Sunday because of how you said it and before I go on let me introduce him to you dad, he's going to be the father of this baby I carry.
    I always thought life was picture perfect but those were lies that made me feel like it was worth it
    You preached against murder but in my ear you whispered abortion.
    You shout out repentance but in your house you withhold forgiveness.
    Two-face was a villain but you are worse than the demon that haunts me, wait you are that demon.
    You teach how to live life but you have made it a lie because you yourself couldn't live that lie

    I'm in pain because it's so loud inside my head with words I never said,
    Best part about it is that I don't regret my silence.
    I'm not going to be like you and act like a noisy monster
    I'm not going to be like you so I'll hold my words
    I'll speak not the volumes I can't live out
    I'll lead my kids by example, hug my wife and tear the divorce papers, give birth to my baby and marry the father,
    If actions speak louder than words, let my actions speaker your language twice as fluent.
    I'm done talking let's start acting

  • V O Rookie - 1st Stage (1/15/2013 7:29:00 PM) Post reply

    He downs a glass of wine
    Without it he’s not alive
    Friend leaves
    Just you and him
    The kiss
    Keep lights switched off
    The move
    It’s quick and fine
    He’s had his grove
    And one more time
    And once again
    As time goes by
    Both lie in bed
    Sweet cuddle
    Maybe
    Not so sweet
    His friend returns
    Back in your seat
    More silence
    Lights
    He doesn’t speak
    One last thing left
    Get me a taxi
    He doesn’t say a word
    He’s stoned
    He doesn’t say goodbye
    He is high
    He doesn’t like the touch
    Too much
    He is paranoid
    The story told

  • Gary Kedron Rookie - 1st Stage (1/4/2013 1:20:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Would like some feed back on this poem..... I like it think it flows well and can follow it while reading.....thanks.....

    Thy Hunts Mans Hound


    By thy side,
    follow
    obey.

    Oak
    Elm
    Beach.

    Into thy Majesty's wood,
    hunt,
    for thy elusive
    Stag.

    Not
    of golden fleece,
    folklore,
    nor
    legend
    do thy seek.

    Thy secret,
    all
    on
    to
    thee.

    Thy sent
    aloft
    breezes carry.

    Unbeknown
    to
    He.

    Intoxicating,
    Thy musk
    Thy smell
    Thy sweat.

    Taste
    on thy
    lips.

    Thy tongue,
    teeth
    lodging
    into thou hide.

    From thy mill pond,
    pluck thy goose,
    that thy flesh
    covers thee.

    Go now,
    find,
    cries out
    within.

    Bound off
    over moss laden
    rocks.

    Leaves,
    upon thy earth
    of seasons past
    crush beneath
    pads
    of thy feet.


    Over fallen titans
    of
    thy wood,
    I
    leap
    in
    haste.

    There
    before
    thee,
    thy
    Stag.

    Shake thy head,
    thy antlers
    thy rack,
    velvet
    pulled
    back.

    Which once
    adorned
    thee
    in
    thy
    youth,
    no longer
    a
    button
    buck.

    Chase,
    run,
    flee,
    thy cloven hoof.

    Take thee along
    into
    thy
    realm.

    Side by side,
    breast against belly,
    in rhythm
    same pace
    with stride.

    Over hedge rows,
    through thickets,
    brambles thorn.

    Lashing
    across
    flesh,
    gashes torn,
    I
    bleed
    for
    thee.

    Stand there
    confront
    surrender
    exhausted,
    froth on thy muzzle,
    thy rapid breath.

    Smell of thy effort,
    no
    escape.

    Stay
    thy
    chase.

    So I may,
    hunt thy Stag
    yet again,
    catch thy sent,
    intoxicating insanity,
    what
    of
    that
    which
    I
    do
    seek.

    I am thy Hunts mans Hound, thee be thy Stag.


    Gary Kedron

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