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[renegadetaco]

My puppy is sitting on me growling at the computer screen. XD

[Spritzie]

The name Sweetdang sounds a lot better than Sourdang. :P So, I would say, don't change it. ^^

 

I agree! Sweetdang is tons better.

 

 

Spritzie disagrees!

 

I agree, that I disagree. Change is totally avoidable, and actually, change is best to be avoided. :yes:

 

Neo, those cupcakes are beyond cute.

[jumpingbeans]

I actually made a poem about change. Would you like to see it?

[Spritzie]

Sure. :D Post it for us.

 

I hope it says that change is almost always bad. :P

[jumpingbeans]

Um...no, it doesn't. It says that change is good, and...well, just read it. :P

 

Change

 

Throughout our life

Some things change

Some for better, some for worst,

Not all things stay the same.

 

Nature perfected the method

From outer space to ants,

They all change in perfect harmony,

Just life animals and plants.

 

Ever spinning around a point,

The closest star, the sun,

Seasons on this earth are made,

Spring, Summer, Winter, and Autumn.

 

All life forms thus act around this,

'Round the seasons that do change,

Since the temperature varies,

Scarcely does it stay the same.

 

Many animals live throughout the winter,

Like many sleepy bears,

By sleepy all of that cold time,

In caves, with their fluffy hairs.

 

Not only do the three planes of space,

Change forevermore.

But the axis of time changes too,

That sneaky hidden fourth.

 

If it weren't for seconds,

We'd all be frozen, stuck

Not by coldness of the seasons,

But by figurative muck.

 

Since time and space always change,

We're enabled to survive,

So maybe, just maybe, you should

Think about it next time,

 

That you complain of change,

 

Because you life off of change.

[Spritzie]

That's really good. :D

 

I still think the majority of change is bad though. :P

[jumpingbeans]

Could you please redirect your thoughts to the stanzas where it talks about time changing? :P

[Sweetdang]

Wow you poet person.

I think i wrote one on something like that once. Wait lemme lemme find it -

Found it. It's a short, very minimalist one. Written a year or two ago. Kudos to you if you link up the beginning and that end!

 

Cycle

Boxing day

Marks my eighth birthday

Sun’s not yet lit

I wake up

And trudge across the wooden floor planks

Widely spread

So I can see yellow grass

Three feet beneath

My toes.

Skin–thin

Loin cloth

Tied firmly in place,

Back to the site

To repeat the cycle

Routine

And work

Day after day

Just like I did

Yesterday.

[Jess Is Somewhere Else]

I changed my name back to ♫Jess♫ yesterday. I would have done a few days before, but stuff happened, and I couldn't go on the computer.

[Anisha]

TDN is filled with so many poets. <3 Post some more poems! ^^

 

I am not a fan of change but I do practice it when its necessary. :)

[jumpingbeans]

I have another poem:

 

Haiku are easy

But sometimes they don't make sense

Refrigerator.

 

:P

 

I'm pretty sure I have some better ones somewhere...I'll see if I can find them.

[Sweet_Jasmine]

I was never good at poems. XD

I've tried several times but failed.

[Naamah D.]

Meh, I've written poetry before and it never turned out to be so great. I think "Toy Box" is one of my best though.

[Ωmega ζero]

"I was

like a [removed]

in some icecream-mass"

(much more rap than poem)

 

and guys.....u are spamming my Mailbox full

 

 

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[Spritzie]

I love writing, but poetry has never been my strong point. I prefer stories, long ones. I get into them too much, and I just can't keep them short.

[jumpingbeans]

I think I'd be good at long stories - I even have a dozen (exactly one dozen) story ideas (and I think almost all - if not all - of them came from dreams), but I'm just too lazy. So, here's another poem. (In case you were wondering, it was written horrible on purpose. :P

 

Once upon a midnight blue, I was visiting the zoo.

I looked within a cage, and I saw a magic Mage.

The magic Mage was really ugly, kinda like Justin Bieber's...um...tummy.

He'd dyed his hair blue and painted his nails orange, in order to emphasize his disgusting features...wait...what rhymes with orange? Um...Borange, Corange...Oh! Door-hinge! ...In order to emphasize his disgusting features that looked like a door-hinge!

^Perfect.

Anyway, I moved on, until I found a Triceratops.

...Wait...does Triceratops rhyme with on? Scmeh, close enough...

And then, with utter disgust, I saw Justin Bieber! Yuck!

He looked awful, sounded worse, and was carrying a purse.

Only two things I thought of then, that would be worse than that...man? Is he a man? A boy? A girl? Well, man rhymes...

Those two things were him & Rebecca Black dueting, and him and Rebecca Black's baby with his horrible voice, um, smueting? Is smueting a word?

And then I thought of something worse - Edward Cullen, with his purse!

With awful thoughts surrounding me, I needed a place to flee.

To my home I fled at once, and fell asleep I did at once.

Or at least I hoped...wait, am I allowed to rhyme once with once?...because then, I'd lost my soap!

I cried myself to sleep that night, and hoped never to feel that fright.

Again.

 

The End!

[Spritzie]

I haven't done any amount of decent writing in... a really long time. I want to start up again, but I just haven't really had any good ideas pop into my head yet.

[sarahesque]

To make myself write, I've discovered creative writing workshops are the best thing ever (also the bane of my existence). I take them as classes at college so that if I don't do the work, I get poor grades. :P Kinda forces a person to put SOMETHING on a page.

[jumpingbeans]

@Sarah: That would be a good idea for me...except I'm not in college. :P

[sarahesque]

Heh well maybe in your community? IMO, any sort of group/friends that are pressuring you to write can be helpful. Or contests. There are tons of free writing contests on the web, you could tell yourself that you have to enter so many.

 

I'm not necessarily one to talk though, I fail at making myself write if there's not a grade attached xD

[jumpingbeans]

Yeah, but I'm lazy. Really lazy. It's work enough writing an poem/article each week for an online forum newspaper, and homework. :P

[Spritzie]

I'm one of those that can't force writing. When I've got a good idea, I can write like crazy, but if I force myself to write something, the quality isn't that great. I have to be feeling it to do it.

[sarahesque]

It's definitely something I had to learn to do. Like I said, if I wasn't getting grades on the things I was writing, I probably never would have produced them at all C: But there are quality differences between the stuff I write willingly and the stuff I write just to turn something into class.

[jumpingbeans]

Hey hey hey, I've got more poetry. :)

 

Seat 2B

By JB

The bright red rose, dropped out the door;

My love is gone, my love's no more.

I wanted her, that is for sure;

But now our story's but old lore.

 

It started off that fateful day;

I had just gone to see a play.

What play it was, I cannot say;

But only then I started to pray.

 

Pray that the girl, in Seat 2B;

Would ever come to notice me.

That lonely man, away by three;

Who looked at her so desperately.

 

But Lady Luck still gave me nought;

And her true love was what I sought.

So 'twas a plan that which I thought;

Which might just give me love - a lot.

 

During the break, I went to her;

And courageously, I stammered 'Er...

Madam, from what I concur;

I love you; can I be your Sir?'

 

Her, with her fine elegance;

She'd not yet given me a glance.

But then, she fell to a trance,

And said 'Yes' to the romance.

 

And what fine times we then created;

Once we had commenced dating.

It's like we had been fated;

The true love was long awaited.

 

But, alas, it ended badly;

Unless your happened to be Bradley.

He'd stolen her her quite gladly;

Leaving me to mope quite sadly.

 

That's my sad tale, that's my song;

Thinking that we'd get along.

It shows now that I was wrong;

I guess we did not belong...

 

But still, I wish hopefully;

That one day, don't you see;

I'd would happily be;

Reunited with the Girl

From Seat 2B

 

I think that's most of it...there's a poem that I wrote that I really like, but it's on my school account...I might have emailed it to myself, I'll go check,

[billpika_x8]

If I need to write, I write about something I know. Hence a report on video games for language arts.