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Registered: March 24, 2006
Posts: 2
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Hey, I am a new member and I am interested into talking to some poets. I write my own poetry but I would be interested into selling them to song writers or even selling a published book to buyers. If you could give me any information or just want to talk about it write to me at Uniquedreamer04@aol.com
SmartTartThe Poet who Knew it
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Registered: June 02, 2004
Posts: 8339
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I do a lot of poetry in my head as I think it up, but (rather ignorantly) never write most of it down.
Live and Let Live. Love and Let Love.
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Registered: February 22, 2004
Posts: 13958
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I dunno as a poem I really like it but when you factor in the political portion i'm just not sure but otherwise very good
"The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done"."
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Registered: February 22, 2004
Posts: 13958
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I tend to write lyrics now more than poems and I tend to change old poems rythms and put them to song I have no clue why
"The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done"."
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Registered: April 10, 2006
Posts: 7
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Hey! It's nice to meet some fellow poets like yourselves. I also have poetry published on www.poetry.com and I'll be sure to look at a few by you guys. Here's one of my own that I'm rather proud of. Give me your critism. Sharp CrossingYou walked along a barbed wire fence Between this field and the next Ambling and Happy, showing no sign of what was about to occur You waited for the farmer to turn his tractor toward home You waited for the horses to move to another patch of grass That’s when you climbed the fence You thought no one was looking But I was I saw you slip over to the other side Tear your clothes Cut your skin But what did that matter now? You were limping toward a new home with new rules in that faraway field As the farmer disappeared behind his barn As the horses returned to smell your blood on the grass You were the one who was hurt But I am the one who is crying… Sense many of you are "Poetry Literate" I pray that ya'll see this for what it really is, not what it seems. This is a poem I hold close to my heart, so be gentle with it okay? Oh, and www.poetry.com is no fraud, I've recieved newletters, emails, personalized letters, and college packets. -Don't Crush My Dreams..- --PainFilled08
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Registered: June 09, 2005
Posts: 35
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Hi... I guess I could call myself a poet...I usually just say I write poems (lol). (by the way, the "i'm crazy but not insane" thing is my quote, it's not part of the poem or anything (lol) Here is one... "DEFINE TIRED" I'm tired Completely exhausted From the constant moment of walking through narrow halls Halls overlap each other Screaming at those who bravely step And cautiously speak of the cutting unspoken tangles of disconnected hands Hands strap tightly to their seats Fragile memories repeat bitter sweetly Talking calligraphy into brains of hearts Hearts drive into poles Without the safety of seatbelts protecting Smashing their sensitive heads, causing hospital beds to never sleep
"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin, Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain." - Emily Dickinson
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Registered: July 10, 2005
Posts: 76
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quote: Originally posted by ampmaster: I'm a published poet you can see some of my rough work in the poetry thread here and on www.poetry.com
Just a warning, though. Poetry.com, although it's not shut down, was revealed to be a fraud. I forgot the details because it's been so long, but I remember there being a significant something wrong with that website. I had work on there as well.
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Registered: March 24, 2006
Posts: 2
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Here is one of my poems. Blind Mind Every time I wait and try, I end up with a frown and tears in my eye. As your fingers touched my lips, My heart would jump as though it did flips. Your face so clear and in my mind, All the words were all so kind. Now these feelings are so could but so blind. A piece of me will always love you, I just wish you would feel the pain I do. A recycled heart so used so tired, Just open my chest and wait for the arrow to be fired. Now my emotions are out of control, As I stare at the sky looking for a hole. Now I imagine a pool full of blood, As my salty tears have dripped a flood. Now I know not to give life any hope, As I stare at the bottom as I slip off the rope. Now I fould my place in Hell, I will always remember those sky blu eyes, And the touch of your skin;so soft, so perfect and pale..Written by Sarah D. Shaver
SmartTartThe Poet who Knew it
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Registered: February 22, 2004
Posts: 13958
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I'm a published poet you can see some of my rough work in the poetry thread here and on www.poetry.com
"The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done"."
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