A Place For ALL Artists! discussion

Here's where you can put poems that you've created, or just really like! (Credit authors though! :)

Everyone Passes Away

We all have a time to go
Everyone passes away.
Although when we may not know,
We all have a time to go.
We’ll never reach every goal,
And we can’t chose to stay.
We all have a time to go.
Everyone passes away.

A haiku.
Artists are awesome,
So are good haikus,
Everyone hates me a lot

Another Haiku

Yes they really are.
This is not a good Haiku.
We don't hate you, man

Another haiku
I don’t like people
Apart from you amazing
Person. Haha I’m joking

Another Another Haiku

One Two Three Four Five
Six Seven eight nine ten e-
Oh, shoot, can't finish!

Another, another, another haiku
I don’t give out my
Personal details because-
Can’t finish! So annoy-

I gtg now bye

Another, Another, Another, Another Haiku

Goodbye, Thalia!
We will all miss you very-
OH MY LORD I CAN'T-

Lol

So very funny!
These amiable replies
Laughing out loudly

Whyn't say "LOL"
instead of "lau'ing out loudly"
I pulled a shakespear

Poems! to Haiku!
This thread should change its title
Haikus dominate!

But you see, good friend,
Haikus are considered po'ms
So it is ok!

Some haikus can be
Funny, unlike this one
I’m gonna get killed

Your second line was
To short, it only had six
Syllables. Git gud.

Toward or Until
'To' is a preposition
Excess has two O's

Love's Echo Transformed To Hubris

O Ekho, narrator that see's us from afar
Narrates her own love, rebounded, and returned marred
Spurned Ekho, inarticulate nymph, abused, scarred
Narrow is the glen between heaven and the stars

Abscised flower without power to resist
Compels cynicism, bred banishment from bliss
Decisiveness elect of a spurned lover's kiss
Turns lovelorn nymph to repetitious lyricist

Susceptible to mortal excitement and fuss
Ekho's love is disused and transformed with mistrust
Made sustenance for the hubris of Narcissus
Ekho's substance suspended, a death without cuts

Love's echo, near kiss and blind focus
Are as lost as this brusk
Nectar whose taste is fallacious
And Narcissus, with gawk eyes locked on a mirrored absorption
is slave to the vexed form peering back with haughty complexion

nice

Oooh Narcissus and Echo! I barely remember the story XD. I have a few poems but they aren't the rhyming ones

Will no one ever
Realise I want someone to
Show my art photo

Roses Are Red
My Hair Is Clean
Help Step-Bro, I'm Stuck In The Washing Machine

Rachel (YesiAmAmortalOracleGetUsedToIt) wrote: "Will no one ever
Realise I want someone to
Show my art photo"

Which one?

The cat and dog one. On my topic and the 100 celebration topic, thx

Oh. I think I already did it? XD

XD. Rl? XP

Yep! XD

O, sry.

XD It’s ok!

Where on da chat thingy?

Hm? I think I posted it on your topic and the 100 celebration?

I have no memory of it . . . Let me check. . .

Had to make this poem for my English class

*When you realize you used only 3 verbs in the entire thing even though the teacher prob wanted more...whoops--*

The Pain


You said one day you would save me, but that day never came.
You left me alone to face the pain.
The Pain! The Pain! Oh the unbearable pain that feels like a stab to the heart.
The unbearable pain of life, the unbearable pain of losing you to the forgotten realm.
The forgotten realm. The forgotten realm of spirits.
Who are the spirits of the forgotten realm?
They are all my lost friends from the past.
They all promised the same thing. The Same Promise!
The promise of saving me from the pain.
The same pain I promised to save them from.
I never saved them from the pain.
I wish I could still save them from the pain.
I wish I could save you from the pain you went through.
You said you would save me from the pain.
But you left me to the unbearable pain.
You left me alone to face the pain of losing a loved friend.

Ooo these are all really good!

❦ `` Heart Failure

you dig in to my heart
blood splatters onto my face
but i don't lick it
you eat and eat until it's all gone
and i'm nothing
i look down at my plate
and it's
sparkly white
but it's fine.
i'm full just watching. ❧ ``

The Owl's Lunch
(I did this for a school project last year and figured I'd post it here)
The bird flaps her wings like a windmill, around and around
“Piece of cake” she says as she circles the ground
She could hear the pitter-patter of the bunnies hopping around
She is a stealthy ninja as she stares towards the ground
The family of bunnies is enough to feed an entire army
As she swoops down.

These are all really creative!

Do you ever, just listen? Just listen the the water, the wind, the voices that hide within them? Try and drown out the pain of life with the sweet harshness of nature? Just sit, ten feet away from the body in front of you... We knew this was coming. It still hurts that he left so suddenly. I wonder if pulling the trigger was easy, in the end.
Now we're alone again, I don't like being alone.
I wonder, if it would be easy... to just leave an unforgiving world behind. To pull the trigger.
I see the way the red contrasts the green of the grass. How the unseeing, open eyes stare at the sky. He'll never see me again, I'll never talk to him again.
Owch.
Do you ever just sit, just sit and listen to the voices of nature telling you that you are the problem?




We do.

By Victor Hugo
Demain, dès l'aube
Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.
Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.
Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.

Rough Translation:
Tomorrow, at dawn
Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens,
I will depart. You see, I know you wait for me.
I will go through the forest and over the mountains.
I cannot stay far from you any longer.
I will trudge on, my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Ignoring everything around me, without hearing a sound,
Alone, unknown, back stooped, hands crossed,
Saddened, and the day will be like night for me.
I will neither see the golden glow of the falling evening,
Nor the sails going down to Harfleur in the distance,
And when I arrive, I will place on your tomb
A bouquet of green holly and flowering heather.