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Post by AuroraTonks on Jul 16, 2004 4:56:04 GMT -5
- Poems – Please share some of your favourite poems here – or if you don’t like poetry, tell us why!  |
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Post by hermione245 on Jul 16, 2004 15:20:03 GMT -5
um..a limerick hehe
Once there was a brown dog,
who sat on a green frog,
The frog cried,
The dog sighed,
And moved to a new log.
NO im just joking...i dont know any real poems..I like poetry but dont know any poems off by heart..im interested to see what everyone else puts lol!
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Post by Death Eater 4 life ( lol ) on Jul 16, 2004 19:58:37 GMT -5
Can we write Our own Pomes here 2?
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Post by Starlight on Jul 17, 2004 14:13:18 GMT -5
Limerick i wrote in grade 6...lol, you can kinda tell, well anyways....
There once was a boy named Ted,
Who always drew bears on his bed,
He got in big trouble,
'Was spanked on the double,
And now his rear end is red
::)kinda dorky if you think about it, lol
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Post by hermione245 on Jul 17, 2004 14:37:43 GMT -5
nah dont worry mine was worse..i wrote it in grade 3 so I have an excuse..JOKING only joking! lol
Heres one by Julide
There once was an athlete named Sam,
Who always scored a grand slam,
*i forget this line, but it rymed with the next lol*
But with help from a pill,
So technically, Sam was a Sham
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Post by Death Eater 4 life ( lol ) on Jul 18, 2004 0:06:29 GMT -5
lol thats kool
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Post by AuroraTonks on Jul 19, 2004 13:07:45 GMT -5
That's a good idea - carry on sharing poems guys!
*goes to look for some poems*
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Post by Enelamra Faye on Jul 19, 2004 23:53:51 GMT -5
I know this poem that my friend did at NJFL and it was real sad... It was called Sarah. It was something about a girl that was abused so much that she died in the end... Really sad... ;'(
Oh how about Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe.
Annabelle Lee - By Edgar Allen Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me -
Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we -
Of many far wiser than we -
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea -
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
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Post by Enelamra Faye on Jul 20, 2004 0:16:16 GMT -5
Here's another poem by Langston Hughes... Click on the link please. www.informationclearinghouse.info/article4004.htmOoo! One more poem by Langston Hughes that I had to memorize for NJFL. America by Langston Hughes Little dark baby, Little Jew baby, Little outcast. America is seeking the stars. America is seeking tomorrow. You are America. I am America. America, the dream. America, the vision. America, the star seeking I. Out of yesterday, the chains of slavery. Out of yesterday, the ghettos of Europe. Out of yesterday, the poverty and pain of this old, old world, the building and struggle of this new one. We come, You and I, Seeking the stars. You and I. You of the blue eyes and the blonde hair. I of the dark eyes and the crinkly hair. You and I, Holding hands, being brothers and sisters. Being one. Being America! You and I. And I? Who am I? You know me. I am Crispus Attucks at the Boston Tea Party. Jimmy Jones in the ranks of the last black troops marching for democracy. I am sojourner truth. Preaching and praying for the goodness of this wide, wide land. Today, black mother bearing tomorrow, America! Who am i? You know me. Dream of dreams. I am America. I am America seeking the stars. America. Hoping. Praying. Fighting. Dreaming. Knowing, there are stains on the beauty of my democracy. I want to be clean. I want to grovel no longer in the miner. I want to reach always after stars. Who am I? I am the ghetto child. I am the dark baby. I am you and the blonde tomorrow. And yet, I am one sole self. America, seeking the stars. Whoa! I could remember this! Lol. Couldn't find the poem online. Well, I had to do that in a Duo interpretation in the NJFL. ;D YAY! I still remember it! |
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Post by AuroraTonks on Feb 18, 2005 13:10:35 GMT -5
The Moon
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall rise.
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Post by BreAnn on Feb 23, 2005 19:15:28 GMT -5
i dont like long poems, i like shorts ones like "I'm a poet and dont know it", well maybe that more of a quote eh?
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Post by Starlight on Feb 25, 2005 18:56:09 GMT -5
I have this one poem which i reallly like but i only have half of it!!: The Victor C.W. Longenecker If you think you are beaten, you are If you think you dare not, you don't If you like to win, but think you can't, It's almost a cinch you won't. If you think you'll lose, you're lost For out in the world we find Sucess begins with a fellow's will. It's all in the state of mind If you think you are outclassed, you are... and i dont have the rest!!  |
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Post by AuroraTonks on Feb 26, 2005 9:10:04 GMT -5
That's a good poem - it has a true message. How about you find the rest of it and show us? |
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Post by hel on Jun 17, 2005 22:49:42 GMT -5
i realy liked the poem, so i googled it and i found it! here it is...
The Victor
(C. W. Longenecker)
If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you like to win but think you can't,
It's almost a cinch you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you're lost.
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will.
It's all in the state of mind.
If you think you are out classed, you are.
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of your-self before
You can ever win the prize.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later, the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.
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Post by Nina on Jul 6, 2005 15:32:35 GMT -5
Seriously! Me and Geedunk wrote this after OotP came out as a joke: (translated from norwegian)
I dream that one day
We'll be on our way
to London
For the 6th Harry Potter book
But it's only a dream
an impossible dream
Oh, the heartache
And now we're actually going! Talk about ironi!
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