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I have a poetry slam for school super soon and I was wondering if any of you know how to write poetry? it doesn't have to rhyme and it's just a fun little thing to try if you have the time!
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#1
" When the stage is set, And my role is cast.... Shall I dance with my demons, Before the ghosts of my past... Till the last curtain falls, and the spotlight goes dark... The theatre is empty, I'm alone at last....."
Final score:
4points
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#2
Here's the first and last stanza of my poem Growing Pains: When I was four, I used to think that I could fly // By flapping my arms once, twice in the endless blue sky // to fly higher above the soft carpet of clouds // and meet the shining planes and never come down All too soon I’ll turn fourteen and // I think that I might be afraid of heights Who would want to fly that high when // the higher you go the more you fall Down through clouds and blue sky that can’t support my extra weight // And I might just fall //into the engine of a gleaming white plane. There's more stuff in the middle but I don't like it that much. It's not that good and I appreciate feedback, but please don't be too harsh I've not written many poems before this one.
Final score:
2points
me myself and i (she/her) (Submission author) 1 year ago
Huh why did this become a list addition??? I thought this was in the description of my post??? Weird things happening to BP today.
#3
When you came you were so small I feared we might break you They worried you would be still And we meet your contrarian spirit I put a vase by your bed With willow painted glass You stared up, and tried to reach But you could never quite reach the shelf If you got the chance you took it Caught you on the verge so many times You looked up as I tried to scold you Laughed with soft eyes You always such happy eyes Squeezed up blue when good things came How could you find so much to grin? When we took you to be proven safe They told us where the story would end You reached the vase that day And it shattered by your bed It’s sitting on top of the fridge Shards passed hope of peace I see you play without a care And feel my heart break The years bleed into days I count off your remaining pages Waving from the school bus window I pickup the doctors phone The news rips out more pages Your not a babe i now realize You hear the things from behind the door How can you keep such a smile When you know such a burning thing? You know you cannot run anymore Extra sleep is no coincidence You must stay behind the others now How can you keep so bright a grin? The story is coming to its end I tried to ignore the shrinking page count The mocking in voices I failed to keep you safe Seeing them take you away Your sitting in your bed Hooked up to wires and tubes I can see “fin” written up ahead Your strain to keep open eyes yet still you hold a smile Your hands so small to squeeze So broken, so wrong to see When the green die first it breaks me most Like a china vase filled with old hope Dressed in black, soul breaths slow Wet, heavy clouds paint lungs and eyes Stiff smiles, seems the same The house is cold but nothing has changed I take the vase from off the shelf The more the tears dry, the more my eyes burn They walk by with no concern Others like me, the ones who hadn't failed They tell me to quit holding broken glass, pour out instead wails But I clutch it tighter, numb to pain Some young ones ask why I ever had such a thing If I knew that it would break Why I would risk it on a fragile thing Get attached when it was too late I see how they have room to grow Haven't seen the beauty in the pain As I glue a vase back together With a smile on my face Child, your room is still now but I can hear echoed laughs Smudges from your hands are on the glass And sitting on the windowsill, not quite as perfect faced A handful of your poppies, in that cracked vase
Final score:
2points
#4
POETRY POST!! Here's a poem that has been written by me and me myself and i (another panda- the poster of this post, actually- not me). She wrote the second stanza of this. Ten thousand thanks to her
Final score:
1point
#5
POETRY POST!! Here's a poem that has been written by me and me myself and i (another panda- the poster of this post, actually- not me). She wrote the second stanza of this. Ten thousand thanks to her
Final score:
1point
What do you think ?
Lydia Callista Ventresca 1 year ago
These were so lovely. I thoroughly enjoyed them ❤ Does anyone know about a poem where the villain mocks the hero for not killing him because of morals but killing his henchman who had a family. I tried to find it but couldn't. I think it was on reddit or bored panda.
Lydia Callista Ventresca 1 year ago
These were so lovely. I thoroughly enjoyed them ❤ Does anyone know about a poem where the villain mocks the hero for not killing him because of morals but killing his henchman who had a family. I tried to find it but couldn't. I think it was on reddit or bored panda.
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