For those who don't know what it is, poetry is another form of writing. I have always liked poetry and have found it to be my first love of writing. I can remember my very first poem, written to a girl in first grade on Valentine's, of course.

Since then I have written many poems. Some good, well as far as I'm concerned. And, some very bad. I can't help but think, that, with all our thoughtful writer's out there, there isn't one poet amoungst you.

This is a forum for that creative soul that rest's inside the creative writer. Let us begin. Don't be shy. I will start. You can either write a poem yourself, or critique the poems you read. I'd be careful though. If you don't have a poem then maybe you should keep your critiques to yourself.

This is one I wrote most recently. I have better, but, this is on my mind now.


The time for talking is over and over
You keep on talking, red rover, red rover
I'm not hiding and this ain't a game
But you keep on talking and talking the same

I don't need your rhetoric or talk
I don't need you to gawk, just walk
It doesn't matter, what you might say
You can say and say the day away
Day after day

I know what it is to strive and survive
I've lived and cried and died inside
yet still I survived

There isn't to much that I don't know
Yet still, I learn, I live, I grow

The difference between you and me is the same
I'm living my life and my life is my game
So you keep on talking and talking the same

While I keep on living
No matter what you say
And I'll keep on living
Day after day

Go ahead. I know there will be critics. And I welcome them. But. I hope there are a few poets too........

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Grammar, mechanics, punctuation, spelling, diction, effectiveness in the science, and larger elements are the facts at hand. The Harbrace College Handbook edited by JOHN C. HODGES

FM/LCR ETAN EVNSTAR/Kaph 7/flight 2/mSSD Atrus/def/VEN/VE/(=A=) Phoenix wing

I've dabbled in poetry, Etan. I hadn't seen this topic before, or else I would've replied sooner.

I don't particularly enjoy it, and it definitely bores me most of the time, and writing it can be strenuous, but poetry is alot like fiction: there's no rules. You can do anything and get away with it, and it's a good way to put writing into an art form.
 
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SCRW/FM Vasili "Decembrist" Rustam/Sentinel 3/Flight 1/STCR Doashim/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE [SoA] [SoV] [CBV] (=*A*=)

My friends tell me I should run. They say that she's got a gun; but that just turns me on. Right on.

Fog blankets the night,
Co'ering the ancient shore,
Of ol' Kingsport town,

Salt air and black water,
Lurking beyond the beach,
Out there lies the reef,
Where the horrid things play,

Fog blankets the night,
Co'ering the eldritch shore,
Of ol' Kingsport town,

Salt wind howls that ghastly song,
The mad idiot piping,
Catching only glimpses of things fright'ning,
Beyond the obscuring crags,

Fog blankets the night,
Co'ering the gateway shore,
Of ol' Kingsport town,

Salt sea and unknown gods,
Rapping upon the cosmic door,
That leads to the shore,
Where the horrid things play,

Fog blankets the night,
Co'ering the ancient shore,
Of ol' Kingsport town


 
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Lance Corporal D'har Leth
-=Wraith Squad=-
TRP/LCPL D'har Leth/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/Nar Shaddaa

{Grand Imperator}

I don't like people who drink for no reason.  I have a past with those people...

Liquid Stupid

Darkness falls and the bright lights are lit.
And all of your friends wanna go out for a bit.
Nothing to do, no where else to be.
Nothing wrong with being out until three.
One shot, two shot, three shot, four.
Moving like a fool out on the dancefloor.
"Wanna dance," comes the question, posed by some new guy.
You oblige, whats the harm, with a wink of your eye.
Hip bumping becomes grinding and other heated moves.
Would the man who loves you at home still approve?
A playful peck it starts out then a full blownout kiss.
Some new guy wants sex, but is it worth this?
The alcohol smiles at him, an approving green light.
You're in bed with someone who doesn't love you at the end of the night.
Meanwhile at home, your best friend is in tears.
His hopes, and dreams all drown out in his fears.
A night out for fun proves too much by chance.
And it all started out with one innocent dance.
The buzz wears off but the secrets unspoken.
And somewhere at home an unguilty hearts broken.
And your fun night with friends ended up in a strange bed.
The one who truly loves you holds a gun to his head.
All of it broken and all of it lost.
Drinking your 'liquid stupid' was all that it cost.