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These poems are the perfect way to try new writing styles. I don't know about this one though, seems a little long.
Tonight there were fireworks,
They went off over the lake.
They were so loud,
It was like they were trying to blow a hole in the sky.
I kind of lost count of how many of these I've done, I'm pretty sure this is number nine. Thanks for reading guys!
It seems,
That the poem,
You want to be,
Popular isn't always going to,
Be and that's a shame but,
I'm just glad somebody will read my,
Poems now nobody used to read them thanks.
I love the support from you all. It makes my writing feel worth while. <3
If you lose a poem,
Just the paper you wrote it on.
You haven't lost the poem at all.
So I found this notebook a couple months ago that I had been looking for for a few years. It had all the poems I wrote in the 6th grade. But when I opened it to read them, I was shocked to find out in time I had rewritten them all.
When you give someone a poem,
It should make them blush.
But not redder than you,
Though, often when I give someone a poem,
They don't read it at all.
Sometimes I run out of things to say down here. Have a great day everyone. :)
Sometimes I'll be listening to music,
And the music will pause.
So I have to go back to what's playing the music,
To ensure it that it's playing the right song.
Everyone needs a little reassurance sometimes.
Imagine reading a poem,
Beginning a comment on it,
Looking for the name of the author,
And realizing you wrote it.
I really did this! It's been a long week.
If I knew how,
I'd write music to go along with the words in my poems,
And I turn my poems into songs.
Some poems don't need tittles, the words in them are good enough on their own. So I'm suggesting an idea to the poets in this community, a new kind of verse. No names, only emotion.
Phoenix Sep 2023
The time of man
Chooses the future

Is it true
or only a violent episode?

The growth of the unique
Are revolutionizing our ideas

Stripping away the broken
In public by an audience of connoisseurs

The king is dead
What will the robin do then, poor thing?

Suds in your eye
Household words

Two thousand years of war
Enjoyed at home
In a city in love with
The critic's view
I took clips of words from magazines and made a poem from them in my journal. I thought y'all might like it too.
Star BG Apr 2019
In the scrapbook of a poets mind
there lies a photo.

A Landscape of words
that shines like sun
calling one to scribe.

Sometimes sunny scrapbook
burns
releasing painful memories
needing to be written
for peace.

Other times it’s
bright
beaming down a rainbow
of beauty.
flying like a butterfly
needing to be free.

Scrapbook contains
endless pages
to glance at
when posted or printed
in book form.

It's a gift
handed over by poet to reader.
Come gander at a poem.

For...A poem a day keeps the doctor away.
Inspired by Heinzlets statement "Every poem has a photo of its own."
Thank you
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