Teen Poetry and Discussions
(2/7/2012 7:50:00 AM)
I just started writting this year so I'm not really sure if I'm on point with poetry and I'm not sure which poems I like to write or who am I as a poet but I'm sure that you will enjoy one or two of my poems so hala at them and what I need the most is you comment thank you
~Deana ~ Dotterweich
(2/6/2012 10:49:00 AM)
Hey Please check out my poems and post a comment/rate them... :) Please.
Sun And Moon
(1/26/2012 7:09:00 AM)
I am new to the site and I'd be really happy if you guys do me a favour and check out my poems on my page please!
And tell me if they can be improved or anything :)
(1/25/2012 10:47:00 PM)
hey every body do me the honor of reading/commenting on my poems so i can get feedback on how to get better im up for even the harshest critic ill return the favor please and thank you
(1/24/2012 1:04:00 PM)
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This is my poem about the 9/11 attacks. it is based on a girl who lost her father and based on the day after.
*please tell me what you think*
Heaven is never too far.
My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart
I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far
You see he was a firefighter
and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.
I know you're with me Daddy
that heaven is never too far away.Replies for this message:
(2/3/2012 12:14:00 PM)
P.S. It also wasn't ORIGINALLY written to be about 9/11 and was published a year earlier.
(2/3/2012 12:12:00 PM)
I'd like to point out that you stole this from a guy who stole this from a women who wrote it about a very special young lady. This isn't yours. It's WORD FOR WORD the same. I hope you take it down an ... more
- Rachel Frankovich (2/3/2012 12:14:00 PM) Post reply
(1/22/2012 7:08:00 PM)
I make a loud noise,
And it is kind of scary,
Again I say BOOM!
this is a Haiku I made up for my Language arts Class.
(1/20/2012 1:24:00 AM)
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(1/16/2012 9:03:00 PM)
Hey guys, I'd love and appreciate questions/comments/concerns about my work. I'm always eager to read constructive criticism and the like. Your input is important to me, thank you. http: //www.poemhunter.com/christian-rivera/
(1/12/2012 9:54:00 PM)
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Darkness descends; clouding my thoughts, my judgement, my decency.
His words batter against me.
Like the waves that beat their rhythm; slowly the rocks give way; and so do I.
I cannot grasp the full meaning of his intentions, nor do I understand what he desires. But through hazy thoughts I am able to understand that he means me harm.
Though time takes a toll, I emerge from within my hiding place; changed.
Now knowing what despair can look like, but also aware of the fragrant smell of hope.
Like the smell of freshly cut flowers, the tang of happiness, the scent of freshly washed laundry swaying on a clothesline, the fragrance of hope draws me in.
Life moves on, and so will I.
(12/31/2011 5:26:00 PM)
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In the end how could I simply stay away?
When a simple hello causes my resolve to sway
I long for those peaks past this veil of deceit, past a forced mask worn
To hide how my heart has been ripped and torn
How blind could I be to ever chase the ghost that is your affection?
When I can hardly stand a mere glance at my own reflection
Yet still I chase looking for comfort in the mere mundane
Clutching moments of intimacy like a cripple and his cane
Why do I give significance to drunken moments holdings hands?
Or dances with this devil when I know exactly where she stands
A cursed man I must be to still linger on in this manner
To return to this meager existence in which I merely wave her banner
In some ways I’m a fool, for these wounds are self-inflicted
But sadly, I cannot see my life otherwise depicted