poems. why i hate them.

ya the ones i hate the most are those rhyming couplets. they're so freakin messed up
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you are too weak for poetry



Politicaly Active Since 1992

'Soberity is not an option.'

Drivin that Train

maybe poetrys too weak for me.
(zach)









free xbox?or an iPod?

recitals in the quite dawn
burst through the key holes
spinning in mass, simplistic
volumes abound beneath the sayer
laughs resound through the translucent halls
destined to be buried under feather scrolls



Politicaly Active Since 1992

'Soberity is not an option.'

Drivin that Train

that makes my poem look like the poop of a poop. ahha. it has to be like 40 lines or so. ive done like 23 so far.
(zach)









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don't feel bad, I'm good at it



Politicaly Active Since 1992

'Soberity is not an option.'

Drivin that Train

I want to here an interpretation of my poem if anyone wants to give it a shot



Politicaly Active Since 1992

'Soberity is not an option.'

Drivin that Train

is that a typo or did you mean "quite" in the first line?

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poetry is bullpoop

for a senior english class we had to write a poem. i thought of a line that sounded rpetty cool but had no relevenace to the poem itself. and the teacher said that that line was the best line in the poem.
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Here. If this doesn't make you like poetry, then just stay the hell away from it, because poetry doesn't want you.

The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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In a haze
A stormy haze
I’ll be around
I’ll be loving you
Always
Always

Here I am
And I’ll take my time
Here I am
And I’ll wait in line
Always
Always...

peotry is too.....i dont know i dotn like it. its too soft for me...but killing poetry is better like phsyco people
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your talking about a passionate musician whos music at the time is laughed at. and then these master pieces are lost forever. just a guess

heheh we studied yeats. It mostly depends on the age when it was written, its not nearly all whiney.
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Here's something more modern.

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year's horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.

-- By James Wright

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In a haze
A stormy haze
I’ll be around
I’ll be loving you
Always
Always

Here I am
And I’ll take my time
Here I am
And I’ll wait in line
Always
Always...

you guys definately dont wanna read my poem. its so shitty. youd have to have read the shipping news (a book) in order to understand it anyways.
(zach)









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If you listen to music which doesn't consist entirely of instrumentals, and enjoy it, you like poetry. Stop kidding yourself. You just say you don't like poetry because you want to maintain your masculinity, when in fact, your penis is 1/3 the size of mine.

Here's a poem:

Shut the fuck up you whiney dumbass,
Poety is fun! So shut the fuck up
you dumbass. Song lyrics are poems,
you dumbass, and you should shut,
the fuck up, dumbass.

Give those lyrics to some shitty emo band and i bet you'd buy the CD
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it was a typo, I wrote it in 2 mins stoned, ohh I feel a drunk post coming



Politicaly Active Since 1992

'Soberity is not an option.'

Drivin that Train

I write sometimes. I'm pretty good at it. maybe ill post some of my shit sometime.
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