The Life of a Poet discussion

Our genres are Death and Romance. Good luck

It Drips slowly,
Puddling undErneath the branches,
Blooming into something new
...a red roSe, I think will do....

Ever getting fuller- 
Until it overflows,
SPilling off and away,
OpEning in a slight splay,

DRopping the Act of innocence,
Founded once Through pricking thorns,
Steals your breath from your chest,
Yet still It won't rest,

It grOws and grows much wider,
opening sufficiently much,
Untamable- a Pulsing current,
Unable- to carry it's burden,

Until it finally spreads past the door,
And a bystander finally Notices it's deep,
And looks at it for a moment in wonder,
Before emitting the sound like quick thunder.

@Cissi: are those random words that don't begin each line but are capatilized, capitalized on purpose or is it just typos?

Not typos...they're intentional. :)

Ah, I knew it. But is the p supposed to be cause it interupts what the letters spell...

Sorry! That is my spell-check...I forgot to turn it off, then couldn't change it after it was found. :/

Is it allright? Or a terrible attempt at poetry? I dont know....

Oh, okay. Personally I liked it, Cissi. The capitalized letters really made it interesting.

Thanks! :)
*Feels good about herself*
*Virtual Hugs Rebecca for saying that she liked it.*

Your welcome. *gives hug back* :)

No it doesn't... I don't even HAVE one yet...

Love And Desire

The night was dark.
Not a soul in sight.
Just darkness,
Shadows.
A raven screeches in the sky.
As she walks umong the trees.
Desolate waves crash,
Thunder rolls onward.
As the clock strikes midnight.
He finds her,
So young.
Innocent.
Enraged by loss,
Wild with desire,
The gallows call his name.
He bids her to come,
Lust,
The fuel to her burning desire.
She follows,
He's prancing around,
Capturing her in the grasp of his mysteries.
At night the neighbors hear her screams.
As she loses her innocence.
Still,
The gallows call for him.
Her womb fills with poison.
The poison of a deciever.
A lier.
As morning comes,
Her breasts are full,
The gallows still call for her lover.
The night leaves and so does he.
The gallows have come,
His time has come.
As he hangs he stares sightlessly,
And smiles wickedly.
As his monster tears the girl apart.
And the gallows call once again...

Wow...I'm...speechless.............

Ummm...
I can honestly say wow. On my own piece.

wow laura this is one of ur best i have ever read! Could u tell me the due date of poems, plz?

.......Still speechless.....you don't know how many times I've read that over again, and I still can't form complete and perfect words to describe it.......

Thanks, and the contest is going to end tommorrow or tuesday. (I wont be able to get on.)

ok i'll close it up tuesday and put up the poll. don't worry:)

Okay. Thanks Jen. My girlfriend got her house hit in a tornado and I can't talk to her so I have THIS stress...

aww I hope she is okay:( that's just terrible! well don't u worry about us here, I can hold down the fort for a while :)

I hope she's okay!

Update:
She is fine. And thanks again Jen.

Poll is going up.

Glad to hear she is okay! Sorry I didn't close this up I literally just got back from school. And I'm srry I haven't been participating in these contests --the end of the school year is just absolute mayhem:( Anyhow, GOOD LUCK to all who participated:D

thanks jen it is really good to know that ppl are looking out for each other. this is from laura she said that she has plans for next months writing contest. i am her girlfriend.

Hi nice to meet ya:D and here in The Life of a Poet we all got each others back:) so welcome since i don't believe i have welcomed you yet! hopefully i will finally get to writing something for one of our contests! anyways- again nice to meet ya!

I begged. She finally listened.

Good to meet you. :)

thanks guy nice to meet you too and you were not begging that bad Laura lol :)