Teen Poetry and Discussions
(10/12/2012 12:33:00 PM)
please if anyone can give me a speech on any 1 of these
the world of machines is the death of heart
we will have to change ourselves for our country's promotion
please help. i need this urgently.
(10/8/2012 1:58:00 PM)
well conna i love your poems maybe think of coming a writer
(10/8/2012 1:57:00 PM)
on the beach side just sitting there me and i under the sun letting the sun hitting my golden skin
just me and i letting the water hit my feet, feeling the saltyness of from the cool water.
just me and i
(10/7/2012 11:36:00 PM)
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Hi everyone! I'm trying to become a poet but I'm having trouble starting. Anyone want to give me some advice, tips anything?!Replies for this message:
(10/19/2012 7:27:00 AM)
Poetry is nothing but just our imagination...! Write mostly everything whatever comes to your mind anytime! Keep a pen and paper with you so that you can write the thing coming into your mind that tim ... more
(10/14/2012 4:24:00 AM)
HI! There is no hard and fast rule to be a poet. Poetry is nothing but the expression of the spontaneous feelings of heart and mind. so the best way is to just give words to the expressions of you ... more
(10/13/2012 3:39:00 AM)
Hi kourtney?I got this from the internet. It helps me too. 1. Inspiration; raindrops, sunshine, mountains, love, just see whats around u. 2. Information, you'ld have to know more about ur main subj ... more
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(10/1/2012 5:24:00 PM)
Hello everyone I'm Conna 17 iv just written a few new poems and would love to know what you think of them I will read and rate yours if you send me the link I only have 3 short ones on there at the moment and just wanted a few different views please
(9/25/2012 4:23:00 PM)
Hi, I'd like to know what you all think of my poem " The Artisan Knight" .
Here I am, the gallant knight,
trapped in a room where I cannot fight.
Here I am silent and still,
gazing out the windowsill.
I paint the world outside my cell,
dragons and demons fight as well
as the battles raging in my head,
the harrowing feeling that I might be dead.
I let my brush sweep the skies,
I build a world full of whys.
Dizzily, I speckle stars
and give new life to planet Mars.
But footsteps break me from my page,
I pace inside the mental cage,
my mind is melting with my brush,
its colours dulled, no longer lush.
I hear them calling out my name
but I must paint just one more frame,
dripping down across the sheet,
I let the colour stain my feet.
One with art and art has won,
I'm done, dear god, at last I'm done.
I cannot take the pain much more,
the voice who screams, my mind so sore.
So here I am, the gallant knight,
who has long since lost his final fight.
Here I am, my mind a flood,
painting pretty pictures with blood.
Mariam De Haan
(9/24/2012 9:36:00 AM)
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Tell me what you think of my poem. Please also check out the other ones that I have on my page.
Words carefully said
Boundaries slowly laid
Passions made dead
Friendships made instead
We could sleep under stars
In a country full of scars
That you dream of
Like a lover after divorce
We could lose ourselves in the moment
Let go of this foolish lent
Succumb to desire
Turn ashes into fire
We could forget the work
Forget the boredom and the sulk
Pour it all down the drain
Go dance in the rain
We could fly free
Yes, you and me
Just seize the day
Throw all else away
But we don't do we?
The safety bars are too strong
And I don't want it to go wrong
So we don't, at least not me
Lamis Fahal .
(9/23/2012 11:16:00 AM)
Please leave your comments, and hope you will enjoy it,
All she ever wanted is to be wanted
He hugged her and kissed her
And you just looked and stared
I saw that you saw her
And didnt show me that you even cared
You didn't say goodbye
Or a kiss or good luck
Didn't look in my eyes
Didn't you feel there is something I miss
Don't you think that it's tough for that 12 year old
To understand your twisted love
And stand the cold
All that she wanted
Is to feel your warmth
And not feel haunted
By that harshness of yours
She wanted to be loved
And see it in your eyes
She wanted to be hugged
But you left her
With a feeling that never dies
When all that she wanted
Is really to be wanted....
If you liked it you may enjoy my new poems, so feel free to read them please
(9/18/2012 12:05:00 AM)
Cordially invite all of you to kindly read some of my humble contributions here and put your valuable comments.
Warm regards, Indranil
(9/17/2012 7:55:00 PM)
Hey, I'm Briana and i just turned 15. I would really apreciate it if you read my poem and gave me your opinion. Thanks, have a great day!