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If poetry is an artform

Then why does it feel like

Someone has cut all the bristles

Off of my paintbrush

And slashed my canvas?

 

If words can paint a picture

Then why did someone stop talking

For long enough

To invent the camera?

 

Isn't art all in the eye of the beholder?

And isn't form all just a question

Of viewer or reader

Interpretation?

 

Or perhaps I'm just not so good

With words.

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This one is fantastic. It's got assonance and rhythm and some really nice alliteration, like screaming symphony.

 

thank ya!:happy:

At first I was trying to write something that I had already thought of but got frustrated because of the lack of certain words, so i just randomly plucked words out at thats what I ended up with. I must've looked like freak standing in front of my fridge for a good 10 mins.

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If poetry is an artform

Then why does it feel like

Someone has cut all the bristles

Off of my paintbrush

And slashed my canvas?

 

If words can paint a picture

Then why did someone stop talking

For long enough

To invent the camera?

 

Isn't art all in the eye of the beholder?

And isn't form all just a question

Of viewer or reader

Interpretation?

 

Or perhaps I'm just not so good

With words.

Awesome! :D

 

This one is fantastic. It's got assonance and rhythm and some really nice alliteration, like screaming symphony.

 

+1 Agreed! :)

 

 

Okay...i'll give it a go...

 

Like the angels you were watching me,

But you've been gone for oh so long.

Like the brightest stars in my nighttime sky,

You have never led me wrong.

 

But now the clouds have come and covered you,

Leaving me to fend for my own;

I wander aimlessly about this world,

Knowing i am now alone.

 

You left me to my own emotions

With nowhere left to run.

I'm drowing in my own dark oceans;

I have now become undone.

 

 

Not the best, but still okay....

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There's no chance in hell that this is going to rhyme, but here goes: (I'm listening to Hyper Chondriac Music at the moment so it might be a little sad :p)

 

The piano keys are covered in dust

The guitar strings are all broken

And all around there is nothing but this deafening

Silence

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Shaking and rattling your petty

little box of false hope and broken dreams.

Lie, cheat and steal, twist and contort

until any truth is lost in the roar

of that petty little box.

 

Intellectually inept, indecisive,

incapable, intrinsic flaws veiled

by eloquent rhetoric.

Rarely heard, extending towards

our repetitive ideas, constantly.

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Hahahahaha... Okay.

 

Fire in the eyes

Unwanted pesticide?

Kills all the weeds

Choking all your dreams

 

The narrow cut

Wound would not shut

Bleed in the dirt

Lie down, you're hurt

 

Smash off the neck

The body's a wreck

Whipping steel;

Your eyes, I feel

 

Unexplainable dark

Don't run too far

The darkness hides

A darker side

 

And in the gloom,

The deathly moon

Hangs overhead

One quick mistake and then you're-

 

Was listening to Deadwing by Porcupine Tree. It seems that this fits in the breathy, almost rappy bit - most of the time. Aaaanyways.

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i wrote this when i was 13 :) 6 years ago :)

 

 

 

 

Times are running and staying with us,

Times are making us cry..

Come to me, we will live into my dreams,

Come to me, we won’t die..

 

There is no crime on your beautiful face,

There is no death in your eyes..

I’m dancing in sorrowful, innocent dreams,

I wish that you’ll come with sunrise..

 

Dreams had been changing the romantic sky,

Dreams now are colored with blue,

I’m thinking about the end of the life,

I’m still thinking about you..

 

Times are running and staying with us,

Times are always grim!

Stay with me, we won’t die in love,

Stay with me, we’ll live in dream...

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Liquid rust from your leaking heart

Oozing from your lips

Onto palest skin and softest neck

You're as dead as they come

 

The zombie comes alive and blinks

After feeling the flash of light

I turn the snipe, and then my wife

Beholds my strangest dream

 

Pale is wiped to life-filled cream

She wonders as she looks at me

How death in my much darker scene

Could be seen and called 'beauty'.

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Its not off the top of my head but I found this one in my files so i thought id post it :D

 

Once upon a time I walked down a rocky road,

That simply made all my happiness just corrode,

I wandered down dark paths all the time,

Which left me with nothing that I could call mine.

 

I stumbled into a dream of all dreams,

That held happiness and no more screams.

It made me want to live once more,

As I opened and stepped through this new door.

 

I could breathe, I could dance,

I was given a second chance.

I could sing, I could shout,

And not get hurt for what came out of my mouth.

 

This story began with a once upon a time,

And I told it in the simplest of rhyme,

It even has a happily ever after,

Which allows me to enjoy life and much more laughter.

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