My poem.
I was in one of those moods when i decided to post something. So here goes.
Joy
The children run.
The children play.
And if we'd let them,
They would play all day.
They run.
They dance.
They sing a joyful melody.
They even yell in harmony.
The joy they bring is strange,
It fills our hearts with love.
Then to our dismay,
They grow up and go away.
But in our sorrow a new life will begin,
So we can start all over again.
So just remember
A child's treasure,
And if mistreated, there is a cost,
Our treasure will be surely lost.
So comment and tell me what you think.....
Very Nice!
God is leading me along a trail of miracles.
Very nice!
I love that last stanza!!!!!!!!!
[<-- Five Hearts]
We seem to be going on a little poetry swing now. Next time Rina gets on maybe she'll post some of hers!
No more denying. Stop trying to hide from it.
People are praying. They're saying their hope is near.
- "Destiny", Spirit Blade
Wow!!
I like this a lot!!
Maybe I should post some...
"Adolescence is not a period that defines you, it's a period you define." - me
Very nice...
I like this very much, lizziem.
Fopsworth, I'll post some poetry if you will
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"If we are out of our minds, it is for the sake of God." -2 Corinthians 5:13a
Awesome, Liz!
That's a really cool poem!
(Maybe we could have a poem string where people can just post poems if they want to.
)
♥♫♪◉☼
Would you rather raise an army, or go out on your own?
Very nice
I like it, Lizzie. It's insightful beyond your years.
Yes, Foppy. Please post some of yours!
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I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. - Hillel
Hmm...
I composed this on the fly just now from a very skeletal idea I had running around my mind. I think this is more of a song though, than a poem, and if anyone wants to compose a tune, feel free.
-Goodbye Mr. Baker-
Walking home from the one room school house;
I used to love passing Elmer's Lane.
The smell of the Baker's shop would overload my senses;
Assuaging all my hurts and pain.
The smell of fresh bread, the smell of berry muffins;
The assault of icing on cookies and cakes.
I'd go into the shop and stand there in wonder;
Listening to the baker laugh as he bakes.
Goodbye Mr. Baker;
You just up and left one day.
Leaves me wondering what happened;
But Mother says it's better that way.
The hours I used to spend;
Looking in at our door.
Smelling all there was to smell;
listening to a voice that is no more.
I now spend all on study;
And my grades have all gone up.
Doesn't keep me from mourning though;
And lifting to you this cup.
I went by Elmer's Lane one day;
Past the old bakery shop.
I tried not to look but I finally did;
And the sight of it made me stop.
The smell of decaying wood leapt at me;
And all the windows were smashed.
And the sound of no sound screamed in my ears;
Even as away home I dashed.
So, goodbye Mr. Baker;
The happiness you brought me is gone.
But maybe it's not so very bad;
That it's all said and done.
Maybe my remembrance of it all;
Is not as good as it could be.
Maybe you were just a mean old man;
Who'd scowl sourly at me.
So it's best to keep you in the past;
And let my life move along.
Soon you're all but forgotten;
And it doesn't matter if I was wrong.
"Adolescence is not a period that defines you, it's a period you define." - me
Wow.
I'm dumbfounded. I can't help wondering what inspired this amazing poem. There are some really impressive lines here:
The assault of icing on cookies and cakes.
and
the sound of no sound screamed in my ears;
Just, wow.
On a lighter note, this phrase conjured up a ghastly mental image for me:
a very skeletal idea I had running around my mind.
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I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. - Hillel
That's sad...
♥♫♪◉☼
Would you rather raise an army, or go out on your own?
Yeah
Excellent, but sad.
Very good job, Fopsworth, whatever the inspiration!
God is leading me along a trail of miracles.
Whoa...
Both Lizzie and Fopsworth, Very Nice! =D
*Dragon is impressed*
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Gee.
Thanks everyone! I'm really glad you all liked it.
"Adolescence is not a period that defines you, it's a period you define." - me
Woa
Wow foppy!!!!!! That was amazing!!!!!
Grab your bagpipes and your roman shield and run!!!!!
Ooh
I like! Made me think a lot of things! Some of them had nothing to do with anything but I thought them anyway.
You know how to raspberry, don't you Steve? You just put your tongue out and blow.
Intriguing...
This is fascinating, Fopsworth. I don't know what the inspiration is, but it really is beautiful and wonderfully melancholy in its way.
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"If we are out of our minds, it is for the sake of God." -2 Corinthians 5:13a
*smiles winningly*
Thank you, Himself. Now it's you're turn!
(I am actually quite interested in reading poems from anyone who has them!)
"Adolescence is not a period that defines you, it's a period you define." - me
Ooh. Ooh!
Yes, Himself. If you write poetry, lets see it!
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I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. - Hillel
My new Poem
One Day
One day I’ll look and I will see,
My Savior coming back for me.
The clouds will part, the wind will blow,
A trumpet will sound heard down below.
One blink and then I'll clearly see,
You and I in Eternity.
Grab your bagpipes and your roman shield and run!!!!!
Wow!
This is cool! I like it.
"Adolescence is not a period that defines you, it's a period you define." - me
Beautiful
I’m quite impressed, Lizziem!
God is leading me along a trail of miracles.
Reminiscent of a song..... Oh, what's-it-called?!!
That sounds like a song I heard, Lizzie.....
I want to say it's by FFH... Yeah. Fly Away by FFH.
That's a great poem, by the way! Both Fopsworth and Lizzie. ^^
My poetry is becoming sad... I don't know why... My friends say it also sounds better for some reason, which kinda scares me.
"It's been one week since you looked at me, threw your arms in the air and said 'You're crazy!'"
Nice!
Nice poem, Lizzie. I like it!
Rina, I wouldn't worry about your poetry sounding sad. I think people just go through phases. And, lets face it, the medium of poetry just lends itself more to somber feelings than perky ones. The perky, upbeat feelings seem to sound kind of silly unless set to music. I mean, offhand I can't think of any poem (not song) that's happy, unless it's silly.
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I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. - Hillel
I agree...
That's the problem with my poems... they all tend toward the absurd. I could sit and write serious, somber prose forever, but I have a lot of trouble writing poems with any real meaning. I'll post one of my attempts at a serious poem, but they're not even close to any of the others posted here
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"If we are out of our minds, it is for the sake of God." -2 Corinthians 5:13a
My poetry
I have many things on my laptop of the creative writing variety, but none of it shall ever see the light of day again =D
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Beautiful
God, He made the sunset.
God, He made the sky.
He made all things so beautiful,
Although I don't know why.
He could have made it all the same,
No beauty anywhere.
But no, He went to special pains,
With special loving care.
♥♫♪◉☼
Would you rather raise an army, or go out on your own?
Wow
That’s really neat, Leela!
God is leading me along a trail of miracles.
Very good
I like that one, Leela. It could be a greeting card or a VBS song.
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I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. - Hillel
Cool
That's really pretty Leela! I like it!
Grab your bagpipes and your roman shield and run!!!!!
these are good you guys 0_0
Mebe I'll share some of my poems one of these days. I have litterally two books full, but I've never showed them to anyone cause I've never thought they were that good and I'm not sure they'd make any sense to anyone but me
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Then again...
Poems aren't necessarily supposed to make sense, are they? I know I'd love to see some of yours.
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I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. - Hillel
*hasn't been on and misses conversations*
'K. Thanks, SangMing. ^^;;; That makes me feel better...
I have a few good ones, if you'd like to hear (well, read anyway)....
My mom says I should write a bunch of themed ones and publish it. She REALLY likes my poetry. I just can't figure out why.
And, before I forget, that's a really nice poem Leela! ^^
"It's been one week since you looked at me, threw your arms in the air and said 'You're crazy!'"
It returns!
Dun-dun-dun! I originally posted this as a media node on the old site. It's still there, but buried. So I thought I might as well drag it out, fix it up, and show it off!
I changed one or two lines and words, mostly to fix the rhythm. (I've always had trouble with rhythm.) It's one of the few good poems I've ever written.
Etched In Glass
A little city, trapped in a prism of light,
Built with such care, wrought with pain and delight.
Surrounded by glass, visible to all,
Untouchable perfection, details so small.
Marvelous city, everyone's city.
Made by all hands, bearing the marks of so many.
No one man its creator to call,
So it was made, so it was governed by all.
In its youth it had struggled, as all things must do,
Tumultuous leader razed, the next replaced too.
Parts of it fell, shaken by quarrel and strife,
But they were rebuilt, working together toward life.
Time upon time finally finished the work.
Man had learned together, the city was perfect.
Built with meticulous time, it was full of time,
Roads of the past, and future's towers fine.
Arches woven of empires long gone,
Windows that peered into empires to come.
Man took pride in displaying what was passed,
And hope in the future that he had guessed.
The city encompassed all times, peoples, races,
It was one with itself, perfectly unified in all places.
Man would choose its ending as he chose its beginning
A symbol of man's power that was capable of achieving.
It its prison of clearest glass that gleamed,
Its spires reached as high as man could dream.
As low as man could stoop was its earth,
A declaration of what man was worth.
In its bubble, the city was self-sustained.
Needing nothing but itself to keep it maintained.
It was a glory to behold, an envied work,
The city was perfect, man was perfect.
And the little city, etched in glass, belonging to all,
Finally reached the end of its plummeting fall.
The city of man, glorifying all that mattered,
Upon reaching the ground ... shattered.
You know how to raspberry, don't you Steve? You just put your tongue out and blow.
Anyone else?
Come on, peoples! Let's see some other poems!
You know how to raspberry, don't you Steve? You just put your tongue out and blow.
Original Etched In Glass
The original poem and all its first comments may be found here.
Actually, I don’t know why I didn’t comment on this before. It’s an excellent poem, Aisling!
Very poignant.
God is leading me along a trail of miracles.
I totally agree
This poem actually inspired me to start writing poetry at all a year (or however long) ago.
I actually wrote a song ... but it's lost somewhere in my desk. When I find it I REALLY wanna post it. I'm gonna start digging and once I find some of my work, I'll post them.
No more denying. Stop trying to hide from it.
People are praying. They're saying their hope is near.
- "Destiny", Spirit Blade
Marvelous!
I've always loved this poem, Ais. You have such deep thoughts. That, or you're just weird.
Mariel, Rina, I really hope you guys post some of your stuff. I'm sure it's very good!
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I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. - Hillel
Awesome!
Awesome poem Ais! EVERYONE! POST YOUR POEMS!!! I'd LOVE to see anyone's work on here!
Also, thanks for the compliments on my poem. I wrote that in the back of my Alice in Wonderland script while rehearsals were still going on. During rehearsals, I dunno, I just felt like I needed to have God with me ALL the time! (I still do, and always have. Just, I felt like I needed it more during that time.)
♥♫♪◉☼
Would you rather raise an army, or go out on your own?
hm... Determination, Eh? *strokes non-existent beard*
Uh... I'm not sure i should post my poems. Just cuz. Uh... Yea.
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Suggestion
We'd all love to see your poetry, DM. But I can understand being hesitant. Sometimes in our private writings, we say things that might be misunderstood if shared with the public. And then, too, we all worry that our works might not be "good enough".
I suggest that you ask a trusted friend to read any of your poetry that you'd like to post, but aren't sure about. Foppy and Aisling, of course are also very familiar with the standards of MMN, so they could let you know if your poem(s) is in some way unacceptable. Sometimes just changing one word would fix a problem.
It's up to you, of course, but I'm sure there are plenty of people here who would be glad to help.
I know I would be.
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I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. - Hillel
well, here goes nothing... :-(|
No
I glance at you and look away.
I'm too afraid to hear you say
You do not feel the way I do.
I'm scared to say that I love You.
I'll never know until I try,
But I think that I would die
If I told you how I feel,
Tell you you're my dream made real,
And you'd reject me and look away,
Say you do not feel that way.
My heart would break if I heard
That rejection note, that hateful word.
I'm afraid to say I love you so,
and scared of your reply, that answer: No.
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This is kinda how some guys (Or at least me) feel about telling a girl they like how they feel. so yea. There's a poem. Kinda.
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Wow
Wow...This is awesome!
I really like it!
"Adolescence is not a period that defines you, it's a period you define." - me
Amazing!
I don’t know much about poetry, but it seems to me you’ve got some real talent!
(Unless of course this poem is an anomaly, and most others of yours are awful.
)
God is leading me along a trail of miracles.
*is slack jawed*
Wow, DM! You're just full of surprises, aren't you? That's a stunning bit of poetry in my opinion. Very beautiful. Thanks for posting it!
You know how to raspberry, don't you Steve? You just put your tongue out and blow.
*is kinda surprised at how the poem is being received*... cool!
Heheh... thanks! =D
Well, actually, this is the first one i've done in a long time, and i just kinda threw it together during my Bible class (Bad Dragon, I know
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Dragon Poetry!
You say this is the first one you've done in a long time? When did you write this one? You should write more!
You know how to raspberry, don't you Steve? You just put your tongue out and blow.
Well...
I wrote it today in my Bible Class
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Lump in throat
Wow DM. That poem really touched me. It's wonderful.
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I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. - Hillel
Sweet!
Dragon.....that was amazing! I really liked it. Everyone has such great talent! Aren't we blessed!
Grab your bagpipes and your roman shield and run!!!!!
WOW!
This is so impressive, Special Buddy! You should write more!
*Can write a few good poem lines...If she's lucky*
♥♫♪◉☼
Would you rather raise an army, or go out on your own?
That's wonderful!
That's great! I would love to see more too!
I finally found one of my own that is halfway decent... I wrote it several years ago, and the rhythm is way off, but it's alright... maybe if I find a better one, I'll post that as well, but for now, don't expect perfection
God
God created all the earth,
And man, and animals,
He made the skies and the oceans deep,
He made woman when man was asleep.
He made the trees, and flowers too,
And leaves and roots and seeds.
He looked forward to Moses’ time,
And made the stiff, tall reeds.
He made the stone of Jericho,
And the cloth of Pharoah’s garments,
He fashioned the steel of chariot wheels,
And the grain for many Israelite meals.
He made the wood to build a manger,
To lay His only Son in,
He made the star to herald the arrival,
Of the One to save us from our sin.
Yes, God created all the world,
And all we hold so dear,
But He’s got something better still,
In heaven, where He's always near.
As you can probably see, I'm really not very good at writing serious poetry, and it still has a sort of sing-songy quality to it... Still, I hope everyone likes it, as far as it goes.
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"If we are out of our minds, it is for the sake of God." -2 Corinthians 5:13a
Very nice
I like it, Himself. I especially like the way you point out that God made things that He would use later. That all of creation is part of His sovereign plan. Good thinking for a kid your age several years ago!
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I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. - Hillel
Indeed =D
It's really sweet. I like it
No more denying. Stop trying to hide from it.
People are praying. They're saying their hope is near.
- "Destiny", Spirit Blade
Amazing!
I like this one a lot, Himself!
It says so well things that are sometimes on my heart also.
God is leading me along a trail of miracles.
Wow. The poems on here are incredible!
Fine. I give in.
First thing's first, though.
WOW!!!! DM, Aisling, and Himself, all of your poems are REALLY good! Wow...
*can't say any other word than 'wow' for the next 5 minutes....*
Here's a bit of my poetry. *of course when I reply, I find I left my journal with all my poems at Mom's.... -.-** *
PS- Free lance!!!
Sorry if it sucks! 
-Spectrum-
My soul
my vivid hues
play in the sunlight
dance
dance
joyous and emotional
skipping and beautiful
happy and secure.
What is this?
They chorus.
What is this?
They search, curious.
This black tendril of sin
creeping into this bright, clear, hopeful world.
It destroys my reds and oranges;
my confidence, my assertiveness
It destroys my yellows and greens;
my inner sun and sweet nature,
It destroys my blue and violet;
my calm and curious, my shy and innocent,
It goes after my heart, my true colors.
What am I left with?
Certainly not the clear of white.
"It's been one week since you looked at me, threw your arms in the air and said 'You're crazy!'"
Wow!
Amazing, Rina!
Very sad… 
I like it though, because it’s so real.
I wonder if you plan to write a sequel about Jesus’ red color that washes away the sin – the happy ending to the sad story?
God is leading me along a trail of miracles.
Fascinating
Wow Rina! Beautiful imagery. It makes me think of the Wordless Book.
You know how to raspberry, don't you Steve? You just put your tongue out and blow.
awwww <3 *hugs imouto*
Rina, I love your poems so much! *hugs more*
...
*can't stop hugging*
...
*doesn't care*
No more denying. Stop trying to hide from it.
People are praying. They're saying their hope is near.
- "Destiny", Spirit Blade
cool, Rina! =D
i likes it! =D it is grood! ... i mean.... good. and Great. ... Great and Good? *Ponders*
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Wonderful!
Wow, Rina. What insight! Sin is corruption and poison, a destruction of the perfect beauty that God created. I just love the way you are so in touch with the beauty that is within you and aware of the sin that makes us ugly.
How old are, again?
I agree with Quartz. Jesus is our happy ending!
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I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. - Hillel
*bows*
Thank you! I'm only 15, by the way.
But this was when I left my journal full of poetry at my mom's, and I, of course, was at my dad's.
Naturally. -.-
But I'm glad you like it!
I'm considering posting others, but those are more me spilling my heart out and... let's say some shall never see the light (ok, the computer light) again.
^^;;;
And yep! Maybe I'll add something like that as the ending....
And... my school has a literary arts magazine...