carlie_x Posted December 4, 2007 Share Posted December 4, 2007 really?, haha, ok, i'm glad i'm not the only one who thinks so:naughty: *searching for tha quote* I think its referring to his dress sense. something about a flea market?! or am I thinking of a different one?! *searches through posts* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pam Posted January 15, 2008 Share Posted January 15, 2008 Hi Purple grape, You are good,keep writing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~Ana~ Posted January 15, 2008 Share Posted January 15, 2008 Hi, You are good,kep it up. wwoooww!!, hi!!, this thread was dead, good you revive it!! hummm, one month later i answer you Carlie, no, i was thinking more of mika looking like Charlie in his way of thinking! , hahaha Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pam Posted January 15, 2008 Share Posted January 15, 2008 The Princess and The Urchin. -By pam She is a princess, so dainty, so fair He is an urchin with moppy hair. She loves his songs, He likes her dance He likes to say much, she doesn't get a chance. She shows her love By little things she does, He pulls her hair While trying to hug. Sometimes they are happy, Happy by themselves, Reading a book, Or just holding hands. All is not flowers, as it may seem, Kicking and punching, Oh, how they scream! But they are learning, To love and to grow, That they have each other, Where ever they go. Happy together, They are my boon, She is my daughter, and he is my son! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~Ana~ Posted January 15, 2008 Share Posted January 15, 2008 The Princess and The Urchin. -By pam She is a princess, so dainty, so fair He is an urchin with moppy hair. She loves his songs, He likes her dance He likes to say much, she doesn't get a chance. She shows her love By little things she does, He pulls her hair While trying to hug. Sometimes they are happy, Happy by themselves, Reading a book, Or just holding hands. All is not flowers, as it may seem, Kicking and punching, Oh, how they scream! But they are learning, To love and to grow, That they have each other, Where ever they go. Happy together, They are my boon, She is my daughter, and he is my son! Soo beautiful Pam!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittie88 Posted January 15, 2008 Share Posted January 15, 2008 The Princess and The Urchin. -By pam She is a princess, so dainty, so fair He is an urchin with moppy hair. She loves his songs, He likes her dance He likes to say much, she doesn't get a chance. She shows her love By little things she does, He pulls her hair While trying to hug. Sometimes they are happy, Happy by themselves, Reading a book, Or just holding hands. All is not flowers, as it may seem, Kicking and punching, Oh, how they scream! But they are learning, To love and to grow, That they have each other, Where ever they go. Happy together, They are my boon, She is my daughter, and he is my son! That is such a nice poem!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aaurora Posted January 15, 2008 Share Posted January 15, 2008 That is such a nice poem!!! I second that! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mika Freaka =) Posted January 15, 2008 Share Posted January 15, 2008 I second that! im agreeing, that was brilliant!!!! I feel confused, but fully sorted out. I feel like smiling, but my lips form a pout. I feel like crying three big buckets full of tears, I feel like laughing non- stop for the rest of my years. Sometimes I feel sleepy, but at the same time fully awake. Sometimes I think I’m sick, I’m not really sure if it’s fake. I wonder around aimlessly, yet I have a dream. I’m really getting frustrated now, I think I’m going to scream. Whatever this is, I’m not really sure, it can only be felt, not touched or seen, there really is no cure. I think its love, if I’m right that is the name. I had no idea what it felt like till it came, It can harm as I know, but it is also kind. It’s a really rare feeling and one that is hard to find!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittie88 Posted January 15, 2008 Share Posted January 15, 2008 im agreeing, that was brilliant!!!! I feel confused, but fully sorted out. I feel like smiling, but my lips form a pout. I feel like crying three big buckets full of tears, I feel like laughing non- stop for the rest of my years. Sometimes I feel sleepy, but at the same time fully awake. Sometimes I think I’m sick, I’m not really sure if it’s fake. I wonder around aimlessly, yet I have a dream. I’m really getting frustrated now, I think I’m going to scream. Whatever this is, I’m not really sure, it can only be felt, not touched or seen, there really is no cure. I think its love, if I’m right that is the name. I had no idea what it felt like till it came, It can harm as I know, but it is also kind. It’s a really rare feeling and one that is hard to find!!! brilliant! that is such an emotional poem, such a good definition of love as well! I once wrote a poem similar to that quite a while ago, i will post it if i can find it but i think my poetry book is up at uni! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted January 15, 2008 Share Posted January 15, 2008 The Princess and The Urchin. -By pam She is a princess, so dainty, so fair He is an urchin with moppy hair. She loves his songs, He likes her dance He likes to say much, she doesn't get a chance. She shows her love By little things she does, He pulls her hair While trying to hug. Sometimes they are happy, Happy by themselves, Reading a book, Or just holding hands. All is not flowers, as it may seem, Kicking and punching, Oh, how they scream! But they are learning, To love and to grow, That they have each other, Where ever they go. Happy together, They are my boon, She is my daughter, and he is my son! fabulous Pam loved it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pam Posted January 16, 2008 Share Posted January 16, 2008 im agreeing, that was brilliant!!!! I feel confused, but fully sorted out. I feel like smiling, but my lips form a pout. I feel like crying three big buckets full of tears, I feel like laughing non- stop for the rest of my years. Sometimes I feel sleepy, but at the same time fully awake. Sometimes I think I’m sick, I’m not really sure if it’s fake. I wonder around aimlessly, yet I have a dream. I’m really getting frustrated now, I think I’m going to scream. Whatever this is, I’m not really sure, it can only be felt, not touched or seen, there really is no cure. I think its love, if I’m right that is the name. I had no idea what it felt like till it came, It can harm as I know, but it is also kind. It’s a really rare feeling and one that is hard to find!!! Loved it, really beautiful. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
englishrose Posted January 16, 2008 Share Posted January 16, 2008 Awesome. I love coffee houses. Can we put some brazilian lounge music on? Here's a poem I wrote as a writing assignment...it's in french but I'll translate as best I can.. Le regret Si seulement elle etait une porte, elle pourrait s'ouvrir et y passer librement...mais elle n'a pas de gonds. Si seulement elle etait le vent, elle pourrait siffler pour que les nuages disparaissent...mais elle n'a pas assez d'air. Si seulement elle etait une goutelette, elle pourrait tomber d'en haut pour se joindre a la maree...mais elle n'est pas composee d'hydrogene, ni d'oxygene. Si seulement elle etait une flute, elle pourrait jouer de douces berceuses pour s'endormir...mais elle n'a pas de musique. Si seulement elle etait un flocon de neige, elle pourrait tomber pour recouvrir ses empreintes...mais son sang n'est pas assez froid. Si seulement elle etait une pierre, elle pourrait fortifier ses fondations...mais elle n'a pas assez de poids. Si elle pourrait... Here's the translation: If only she were a door, she could open herself and pass freely...but she has no hinges. If only she were a clock, she could turn her hands back to relive the calm before the storm...but she is not measured in seconds, in minutes, in hours. If only she were the wind, she could blow away the clouds...but she hasn't enough air. If only she were a raindrop, she could fall from on high to rejoin the tide...but she is not made of hydrogen, nor oxygen. If only she were a flute, she could play sweet lullabies to send herself to sleep...but she hasn't the melody. If only she were a snowflake, she could fall to cover her footprints...but her blood isn't cold enough. If only she were a stone, she could strengthen her foundations...but she hasn't enough weight. If only she could... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittie88 Posted January 16, 2008 Share Posted January 16, 2008 Awesome. I love coffee houses. Can we put some brazilian lounge music on? Here's a poem I wrote as a writing assignment...it's in french but I'll translate as best I can.. Le regret Si seulement elle etait une porte, elle pourrait s'ouvrir et y passer librement...mais elle n'a pas de gonds. Si seulement elle etait le vent, elle pourrait siffler pour que les nuages disparaissent...mais elle n'a pas assez d'air. Si seulement elle etait une goutelette, elle pourrait tomber d'en haut pour se joindre a la maree...mais elle n'est pas composee d'hydrogene, ni d'oxygene. Si seulement elle etait une flute, elle pourrait jouer de douces berceuses pour s'endormir...mais elle n'a pas de musique. Si seulement elle etait un flocon de neige, elle pourrait tomber pour recouvrir ses empreintes...mais son sang n'est pas assez froid. Si seulement elle etait une pierre, elle pourrait fortifier ses fondations...mais elle n'a pas assez de poids. Si elle pourrait... Here's the translation: If only she were a door, she could open herself and pass freely...but she has no hinges. If only she were a clock, she could turn her hands back to relive the calm before the storm...but she is not measured in seconds, in minutes, in hours. If only she were the wind, she could blow away the clouds...but she hasn't enough air. If only she were a raindrop, she could fall from on high to rejoin the tide...but she is not made of hydrogen, nor oxygen. If only she were a flute, she could play sweet lullabies to send herself to sleep...but she hasn't the melody. If only she were a snowflake, she could fall to cover her footprints...but her blood isn't cold enough. If only she were a stone, she could strengthen her foundations...but she hasn't enough weight. If only she could... That is SUCH a lovely poem! I love it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mika Freaka =) Posted January 17, 2008 Share Posted January 17, 2008 Awesome. I love coffee houses. Can we put some brazilian lounge music on? Here's a poem I wrote as a writing assignment...it's in french but I'll translate as best I can.. Le regret Si seulement elle etait une porte, elle pourrait s'ouvrir et y passer librement...mais elle n'a pas de gonds. Si seulement elle etait le vent, elle pourrait siffler pour que les nuages disparaissent...mais elle n'a pas assez d'air. Si seulement elle etait une goutelette, elle pourrait tomber d'en haut pour se joindre a la maree...mais elle n'est pas composee d'hydrogene, ni d'oxygene. Si seulement elle etait une flute, elle pourrait jouer de douces berceuses pour s'endormir...mais elle n'a pas de musique. Si seulement elle etait un flocon de neige, elle pourrait tomber pour recouvrir ses empreintes...mais son sang n'est pas assez froid. Si seulement elle etait une pierre, elle pourrait fortifier ses fondations...mais elle n'a pas assez de poids. Si elle pourrait... Here's the translation: If only she were a door, she could open herself and pass freely...but she has no hinges. If only she were a clock, she could turn her hands back to relive the calm before the storm...but she is not measured in seconds, in minutes, in hours. If only she were the wind, she could blow away the clouds...but she hasn't enough air. If only she were a raindrop, she could fall from on high to rejoin the tide...but she is not made of hydrogen, nor oxygen. If only she were a flute, she could play sweet lullabies to send herself to sleep...but she hasn't the melody. If only she were a snowflake, she could fall to cover her footprints...but her blood isn't cold enough. If only she were a stone, she could strengthen her foundations...but she hasn't enough weight. If only she could... i love it, the open ending, id say the translation is quite good lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
purplegrape Posted January 17, 2008 Author Share Posted January 17, 2008 Hi Purple grape,You are good,keep writing. thanks, thats sweet. theres a coffee houe coming up at my school on valentines day and i want to write a poem for it. the theme is "twisted love" The Princess and The Urchin. -By pam She is a princess, so dainty, so fair He is an urchin with moppy hair. She loves his songs, He likes her dance He likes to say much, she doesn't get a chance. She shows her love By little things she does, He pulls her hair While trying to hug. Sometimes they are happy, Happy by themselves, Reading a book, Or just holding hands. All is not flowers, as it may seem, Kicking and punching, Oh, how they scream! But they are learning, To love and to grow, That they have each other, Where ever they go. Happy together, They are my boon, She is my daughter, and he is my son! omg, i love that its so sweet Awesome. I love coffee houses. Can we put some brazilian lounge music on? Here's the translation: If only she were a door, she could open herself and pass freely...but she has no hinges. If only she were a clock, she could turn her hands back to relive the calm before the storm...but she is not measured in seconds, in minutes, in hours. If only she were the wind, she could blow away the clouds...but she hasn't enough air. If only she were a raindrop, she could fall from on high to rejoin the tide...but she is not made of hydrogen, nor oxygen. If only she were a flute, she could play sweet lullabies to send herself to sleep...but she hasn't the melody. If only she were a snowflake, she could fall to cover her footprints...but her blood isn't cold enough. If only she were a stone, she could strengthen her foundations...but she hasn't enough weight. If only she could... ahhhh, thats so pretty!! i love it!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittie88 Posted January 17, 2008 Share Posted January 17, 2008 I wrote some poems when I couldn't sleep the other night, here is one of them: Where is he??? Where is the one, That I have searched high and low for. Have we met before, in some God-foresaken past? Whom is this man, That they call Mr Right? Do I know him, Or have I met him in my dreams? Will I ever meet this person, Or have I missed him whilst I was looking in the wrong places? Or is he here already??? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
purplegrape Posted January 17, 2008 Author Share Posted January 17, 2008 aww, thats pretty! i was gonna fix up one of my old nes, but i lost the notebook i had them all written in not cool Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nielo Posted January 18, 2008 Share Posted January 18, 2008 I like this thread, your poems are all so beautiful! (I'd comment on all of them personally, but there are just too many. ) Here's a poem I wrote about 2 years ago: Sleep tight That slumbering state between asleep and awake When dreams become real and reality seems fake That beautiful place in which you can't find a trace But that's okay you're caught in a daze That mindnumbing time when you can cross every line I wish it could last it feels so damn fine Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xBillyBrownx Posted January 18, 2008 Share Posted January 18, 2008 you're all so good at this! i'm not very talented.. or maybe i have some undiscovered talent.. you never noe.. i guess i'll have to keep searching Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pam Posted January 18, 2008 Share Posted January 18, 2008 I like this thread, your poems are all so beautiful! (I'd comment on all of them personally, but there are just too many. )Here's a poem I wrote about 2 years ago: Sleep tight That slumbering state between asleep and awake When dreams become real and reality seems fake That beautiful place in which you can't find a trace But that's okay you're caught in a daze That mindnumbing time when you can cross every line I wish it could last it feels so damn fine Wonderful, that slumbering state!! unfortunately that is when the alarm bell rings and.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pam Posted January 18, 2008 Share Posted January 18, 2008 Thanks to all of you good people for appreciating my effort. :thumb_yello: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AKateisaKate Posted January 18, 2008 Share Posted January 18, 2008 Never got into poetry, but I have some art! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Love_love_Mika Posted January 19, 2008 Share Posted January 19, 2008 i'm not much of a poet.. just wrote this one poem.. it's kinda sad unlike my usual self.. i hope it makes sense.. let me know what you think Articles lay around The background music to my life But not another sound Externally But on the other side The dwelling, I can hear the needles drop Its piercing A surface, a cycle, a hurricane of emotions The sound of letting go Inside out So self absorbed, inwards and around Conformity, reality, tranquillity and explosion To question, conjecture There’s someone in the distance Collisions Hard, shiny, polished surfaces Scraping and scratching Screech eternally Some swelling Plane damage It grows, inhabits Takes over, inhibits Liberation, tied down Reach out No person in the distance Awaiting a reaction Combination, a clump, a knot, a sudden contraction Bang, let loose Expansion Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~Ana~ Posted January 19, 2008 Share Posted January 19, 2008 Never got into poetry, but I have some art! show!!, i'm not good at poems also... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
findingmywords Posted January 19, 2008 Share Posted January 19, 2008 Hii! I want to write a book!! haha hopefully... and I like to sow! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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