Poems

[Jinx]

I personally have written a few poems, and would like to know if anyone would like me to share one of them. My poems are copywritten by my aunt. I would like to hear some feed back from those that would like to take the time to listen to my poem. Please Respond in a reasonable manner to read my works. :)

[horse]

I'd love to hear some of your poems.

[Jinx]

I'll Be glad to share with you. Please Pick a genre.

They are listed as so, Genre / Number of poems in the genre

Love / 7
Death / 1
Misc / 2

[horse]

How about one of the miscellanious ones.

[Jinx]

Alright.

I must warn everyone here before I share this poem, that it IS Copywritten, and if I find anyone that is going to try to use it, I will not hesitate to prosecute.

On a brighter note, It's called, Daydreaming Sky

Looking out my window,
I see a burning sky.
Then I start to daydream,
Thinking if I could fly.

What would I do up there,
Just flying with the birds.
Flying all around the world,
Hearing everyone's words.

I fly about the clouds,
Sore into the abyss.
Wondering what I'll find,
Hoping it's new places.

I hear a little snap,
I now am back inside.
Starring out my window,
At a black, star-lit sky.

~END~

[horse]

I like it; it is a nice, simple poem. Good job. The only suggestion I would make is that at one point you have "sore" when I think you meant "soar," but perhaps I am mistaken.

[safetypro]

Very nice poem indeed. You are talented.
Care to share any others?

[Dlav123]

#1The Apple Sauce Day

I took my apples,
And went across the room,
I set the apples in a basket,
And drooled a little too,

We turned on the wok,
And added lots of apples,
They started to look clayish,
And mushy like the mud,

We stirred them good,
And tossed them like rocks,
For now was the time,
To leave the wok,

After lunch we read our poems,
And one phrase was stuck in my head,
Life doesn’t frighten me at all,
Then Matt read the Witches Ball,

Now it was time for the feast,
Mrs. Reed served the apple sauce,
I savored every little bite,
And umed with pleasure until it was all gone.


#2 this is stupid and i didnt put any effort into this and got a B from my teacher..lol

The snow sparkles in the starlight,
I walked into the frosty night light,
I was cloaked by the mysteries winter shadows,
And choked by the cracks of ice.

As morning struck the sun rose up,
The snow melted and scurried away,
The temperature dropped severely,
While angels fell from the sky.

A wide smile spread across my face,
As I stared blankly at the falling angels,
I felt like I was in a dream,
The good kind that you never want to wake up from.

[Jinx]

Very Nicely written. Nice Free write for both of them. As to "horse"'s comment about sore, you're right, It's a typo.

Like I said, I have genres up at the top. If you want me to share with you all, please feel free to select a genre. Though I do have 1 thing to say about the Death poem. It has few vulgar words, which i will blank out. It's about my friend's death in commiting suicide. I wrote it inspired by him. A true friend he was, His memories will live forever.

[laughingbuddha]

Hard for me to read the poetry in English. Although I can read freely, the poetry require from one to have a perfect command of a language, IMO. Although I traslated several english poems, its still very hard for me to get in tune with the english poetry....

[Jinx]

English poetry has only to do with the mind itself. Mainly poems are written in accordance to what the mind is thinking or what the mind would like to think. Also having to do with expressions such as love, death, romance, and other feelings. Being able to translate a different languages poetry is very difficult, from english to french, or spanish to english, anyone would have trouble. If you'd like, i can PM you with what exactly my poem is stating line for line.

[ayeaykay]

10 little soldiers

Ten little Soldier boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were Nine.
Nine little Soldier boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were Eight.
Eight little Soldier boys traveling in Devon; One said he'd stay there and then there were Seven.
Seven little Soldier boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were Six.
Six little Soldier boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were Five.
Five little Soldier boys going in for law; One got into Chancery and then there were Four.
Four little Soldier boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were Three.
Three little Soldier boys walking in the Zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were Two.
Two little Soldier boys were out in the sun; One got all frizzled up and then there was one.

***note i did not make this up. it was just a funny poem i herd from And Then There Were None

[Jinx]

It's good that you showed the original creator of that. Good to see that other people aren't using other people's poems, and saying its their own.

[kwittstruck]

I've got a good poem and like the first one on here is Copy written by me, and you can also check it out at http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P3674343&BN=378&PN=1 if yall like but anyway here it goes.

The Canvas of Love
The canvas of love is a pattern of strands,
Spun on an old loom with vulnerable hands.

Such love can move Everest, but you'll always remain
As fragile as any one strand under strain.

The love can be tested and twisted and freed,
From feelings betrayed and words left unspoken,
Promises made, and promises broken.

Then love comes unraveled and nothing will rhyme,
With a reason, or caring, or passage of time.

Yet somewhere made ruins and pieces retrieved,
The canvas of love may once more be conceived.

Woven in a dreamland, the magic is spun.
When love comes together, the strand becomes one.

Kyle Andrew Wittstruck
Copyright ©2008 Kyle Andrew Wittstruck

[Taurean]

Five cans of beer stood on a row

I had the day full and felt sorrow

The night came so dark and clear

The beer is gone and i feel no more fear x)

[Henrik]

That is solving problems in finnish....:D

[Enigma]

im bored and toasted why not

Peering down i could see
squinting my eyes through the wind
the faces of those who resent
in glistening armor, holding boxxes
the huge bird of truth ahead of me
i smiled my last smile
and came down to see them

The last thing i thought about was just how big a mistake i had made

not poetic, but w/e

[Archerdoom]

I consider myself to be a poet of adequite skill I suppose I could pitch one down.

It's a bit depressing but it's a decent written poem.

Nothingness
The ladder to the stars
Leads to nothingness
But nothingness might hold something
For me

Once I’m overcome by my thoughts
They will find their way out
Into the nothingness
I’m overcome by

And when my life comes to an end
The nothingness will prevail
And find its way to my
Poor soul

And I’m free from my cage
That bounds me no more
I can live out my death
To fulfilness

Dreams have no meaning
And hope is eternal
When you’re lost in the void
Never to be found again

[kwittstruck]

These I've written myself relating to various events in my life. Not any are Poems but short thoughts. Anyway here they are.

I’ve read in a joke once that time is a great tutor. However, it kills all of it’s pupils. It is true that over time people learn. Be it from mistakes, either theirs or others. Learn from teachers or professors or even self taught. It all takes time to learn. Sometimes just a little, and sometimes a lifetime. Which brings me to the other point. Time kills all. It’s a fact of life that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Eventually all things come to an end. But why should that keep one from learning. It is kind of strange in a way. People took time to learn and because of that, learned how to selfless give others more time. Without doctors, many people would not have near as much time. Same for science, and even math and language skills may help give time. I don’t know how much time I have. And if I could find out, I wouldn’t want to know. I will, however, learn everything I possibly can because who knows? Maybe someday in time, I may learn how to ultimately give myself or others MORE TIME...

Kyle Wittstruck
January 11, 2008

In loving memory of
Irene Schwartz
1945--January 10, 2008


Some people say the grass is greener on the other side. That may be true, however I have one question. Is the greener grass that one sees real or fake? For some it is real. When one finds the real grass also finds often that the grass turns brown, withered, and dies. Those that find it to be fake realize that quite quickly they have made a mistake. Either way, some try to turn and recover what they left behind. While others make due with what they have found. I say one needs to keep moving Forward. Look ahead and not back, and leave the past behind. Sure, one may have ran to the real grass turned brown, but with a little love, care and hard work, the grass will become green once again. Then and only then, the grass will truly be greener on the other side.
Kyle Wittstruck
November 23, 2007

[Enigma]

could have just hidden away
should have just walked away
a blank thought came over
something thankfully random
at that moment i had a fixation
and i ran into the light
i couldn't think and couldn't react
i was too far gone to realize what happened
till i heard the last sigh
It felt like a dream from then and now
but is it madness that drives me to this?

[Nosferatu]

Jinx, may I hear your Death poem?

[cmlogu01]

We are doing poetry in my english right now. Whaddya think about this one that I wrote. It's title is Purpose:

Look inside you,
what do you see?
I see a boy, and I see what he dreams.
He's desperately seeking,
a purpose in life,
but whenever he finds one,
he changes his mind.
But if he can't choose
who he wants to be,
how can he ever
truly be free?
Would he become a slave,
to a fate not his own?
Forever to dream,
of his purpose unknown.

[Taurean]

Very good, i`d say!

[cmlogu01]

Thanx!:)

[Jinx]

I love how this simple thread has turned out. Everyone that has posted in this thread has made me happy and able to see that not all people are spammers. That people actually do have somewhat of a maturity. To everyone out there that wants to read my "Death" poem, It contains a few cuss words. IF i can get the approval from Sophist to allow my poem to be written and shared, I will do so. Otherwise i will post a PG rated version of it.

[N V]

I believe the curse words will be picked up by the forum filter, so the curse words won't matter :p