Anybody like writing

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Anybody like writing

Anybody like writing poems? I'm a huge fan of Langston Hughs. I made up an extent to "Dream Deffered" while doodling, you could say, in 2nd grade. Let me try and dig it out...

Ah, here it is!

Or does it melt away like the Wicked Witch?

Or does it become like a computer with a glitch?

So what happens with a dream deferred?

I'm sure it will

Fly away, like a small lonely bird.

 

I really love Charles Schulz! Here's something I made, too, for this guessing game...

A poet, that's a clue

You now know it

"Old Brown Shoe"

A favorite song, not for long

Charles Schulz coulda been wrong

The world could end

'cause just around the bend

Australia is gone

He-he, you know, for that quote, "Today is not the end of the world, because it's already tomorrow in Aus--" Oh forget it.  These are some of my worst poems. *frustrated look* I have thrown away all my good ones, thinking they are too depressing. Ah, well. At least I have written many songs and have not thrown them away. Don't get me started on lyrics... *stuffs sock in mouth*

*looks cheerful* So! Anyone else like to write poems? Like to write lyrics?

 

 

 

 

 

submitted by Beatlesrockr (Archan, age 10, Illinois, The P
(August 27, 2008 - 9:50 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Sounds more like a tongue twister. Hey, maybe I'd better start a thread about those.

submitted by Emily L., age 13, WA
(September 6, 2008 - 5:57 pm)

The only trouble, for me, with writing poetry is most of my poems end up all psycho-depressed and cynical, and then My Darling Mother gets on my computer and reads them. And then there's the whole mess of undue compliments and the avoiding of criticism (yay criticism!!) for weeks and I'm always scared she'll send me to a psychologist. Again.

So, yeah, I don't write poetry unless I'm feeling particularly chipper, which isn't often. :)

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(September 6, 2008 - 6:02 pm)

Well... I wrote this, in English, today, in six minutes.

There's a trail in there

hidden by these trees

footsteps, left

by someone long ago

someone- 

footprints in the snow

He followed that trail,

once - not too long ago

he followed

and followed

those footprints in the snow

There were trees above him

twigs like reaching fingers

begging for a hand

to grab

to be delivered from the grave

and he walked beneath

those beggars

after the footprints in the snow

It was dark, and

he  looked down to see

a rose lying in the snow

and footprints in the snow

a rose nestled in shards of shattered glass

and footprints, in the snow

The sun came up,

then-

It cast an eerie glow

and made shadows pool

around that rose and

in footprints in the snow and

Sometimes he wonders

who was it

left that rose? 

 

Heavily revised, I think it's going into my NaNo. 

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(October 7, 2008 - 5:01 pm)

Did I really write "There were trees above him"? "Were" was supposed to be "was", it sounded better when I read it aloud to myself, even though it's not grammatically correct. Anyway, it was written "was trees". Oops...

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(October 9, 2008 - 12:46 am)

 

Here's a poem I wrote:

      Autumn Wind

A sharp breeze flows throughout
the air,

twirling the Autumn leaves.

It grasps the stillness of the
forest

and shakes the branches of it's
trees.

It whistles through the cold, crisp
air

and softly blows upon my face.

Then, rustling the dry grass as it
goes,

it hurries to a different place.

submitted by Grace, age 12, SC
(October 10, 2008 - 2:59 pm)

I wrote some lyrics for the new song I'm writing. Here it is.

turning, twisting, flying high
why must life go by and by?
we trip and fall
but do we rise?
can anybody hear me?

my dreams they slither and creep
away from me ’cause I don’t get sleep
fear’s shadow is sneaking up on me
why did this happen
how can it be?

An aberrant snowflake wandering away...

Ah, never mind. The rest isn't that good. Well, neither is the beginning...

 

 

 

submitted by Beatlesrockr, age 10, Illinois, The P
(October 11, 2008 - 1:47 pm)

I do I do I DO!!!!!!!! I love poems so much! I'm thinking of doing a reading at the Bog and Burrow. here's one

 

In the Attic 

I'm in the attic

and the rain is tapping at

my window, won't you dance with me?

 

I'm in the attic

and the wind is crooning for

someone, won't you sing with me?

 

I'm in the attic

and the sun is whispering through

the cracks won't you play with me?

submitted by Call Me Zina, Secret Woods
(May 7, 2016 - 8:05 pm)

Wow! I love Langston Hugh's as well. My favorite poem by him is this: 

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

 

Hild fast to dreams

For if dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow. 

submitted by UNSUSPCTINGSTRYTLLR
(April 7, 2017 - 10:56 am)
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