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Regular poetry thread

Regular poetry thread (because I'm tired of not editing my poems)

This is exactly what it sounds like! A thread to post poetry. I'm excited to read all of your work!

submitted by Bluebird
(April 30, 2017 - 8:51 pm)

I love this! I feel like if you made it into a rhyming poem it would lose some of its meaning but gain other meaning. I came up with this:

I live in a glass house

If I tap it, it'll fall

I'm trapped inside this house

Let me out, out I call 

I don't know if it's what you're thinking of, but I came up with it randomly, so, yeah. 

submitted by Kitten
(August 27, 2017 - 11:02 am)

I love love love this, Leafpool! Your style has evolved so much, and it's absolutely gorgeous!

submitted by September
(September 1, 2017 - 1:09 am)

Hmmm... this is a poem I wrote a year or two ago, I think, but I rather like it. Thoughts?

 

Rain

Pit

Dip

Pat

Tip

Trickle

Drizzle

Wind

Blow

Patter

Pitter

Scatter

Skitter

Whoosh, whoosh

Shower

Skies

Darken

Creatures

Hide

Rain

Coming

Pour

Slide

Critters

Running

Puddle

Plop!

Listen

Stop.

Life on earth is busy

Busy busy busy

Too busy to notice

Little things

Rain

Please

Thirsty land

Begging

Feed us

Help us

Save our souls

Wash away

Let us

Feel

Our pain

Then

Wash it away

Forget

Forgive

Love

Pour

Slide

Drip

Trickle

Dribble

Plop!

Stop.


submitted by SopranoTwo
(August 26, 2017 - 10:16 pm)


This is also from a really long time ago, but I love it. I'm not sure why.

 

The Blue House

There is a blue house across from where I sit.

I wonder who lives there.

I wonder why they painted it blue with white trim instead of

White with black trim or brown

Or any other color they could have painted it.

Unless they only had blue paint at the place where they got the paint.

Or perhaps they wanted it to look like a sailor suit.

The stone steps look new and

There is one cut glass window,

Shaped into many little diamonds.

You could stand on the roof;

There is a gate up there just in case.

I wonder if many families live there, or perhaps…

Oh look, a man has walked in.

He brought a package and walked in the door

Leaving it open for a second,

Then closing the frame

It’s made of dark ebony

So neat and pretty

Everything is so

Well

Clean there.

Maybe a retired sailor lives there

And wanted it to remind them of the good old days

So they painted it that way.

It’s almost old-fashioned,

While modern.

The house next door is about the same size,

Brown,

With white trim.

On the other side the house is salmon,

Tall enough to be an apartment.

They don’t tell a story though.

The blue house invokes

The imagination.

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Mudge says "ihnk." Ink? Well, technically I didn't use ink for this, since I typed it, but, close enough! 


submitted by SopranoTwo
(August 26, 2017 - 10:19 pm)

Uhh...the title's a link to a website...?

Oops, and typo in my poem. Satin, not sating. 

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(August 27, 2017 - 11:09 am)

Oh, oops, that's because I pasted and copied it from my writing website, and it kept the title linked (they're linked on there so that you can click on them individually). XD

 

I just deleted the link. Thanks for telling us.

Admin

submitted by SopranoTwo
(August 27, 2017 - 5:07 pm)

I was inspired by Lucy's poem about stars, so I wrote one too. I hope it doesn't seem like I stole her idea. 

i love the stars

how they

shine down 

Every night

no matter what 

unconditionally 

and even when 

i can't see them

i know they're always there

i love gazing up at their

unfiltered light

and i hate it when 

they are taken over

by street lamps

and smoke clouds

i love it when the 

big broad sky is

clear and black

and i can see

thousands of tiny lights

glimmering

just for me

i love the stars 

too much to 

fear the dark

sometimes i just want to

touch the stars

i don't care if it kills me 

once upon a time

there was a place

where every star could shine

without being

hidden 

behind 

city lights

and

blinking cars 

so come with me

let's find a place

where we can see

every star

__________

I would love critique and title suggestions! 

submitted by Leeli
(August 27, 2017 - 2:44 pm)

Ooh! I love this one! Especially the lasts 13 lines. I don't have any critique because I think this is really good! What about "unfiltered light" for the title? Or something to do with the stars always being up there?

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(August 28, 2017 - 9:16 am)

Thank you! I think the last thirteen lines are my favorite, too. I like unfiltered light for the title! I'm thinking about using either that, or maybe Starlight...

submitted by Leeli
(August 29, 2017 - 8:49 am)

Oh, I think that title could also work!

Also, TOP! Poke this to the TOP!  

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(August 31, 2017 - 9:35 am)

hey guys! here's my first poem that I ever posted on cricket! Hope you like it!

 

{School}

All the personalities and colors

Blending together

Into one

Big 

Place

Of magic 

Beyond all you ever imagined.

But then in walks

The teacher

Brown and dull 

Or so you think

And then you realize

She is really 

Much different than you thought.

Thoughts and opinions 

All hidden inside

One average person.

submitted by Twirlgirl, age 12, New York
(August 31, 2017 - 8:36 pm)

I love your poem, Leeli! How about Everlasting Light for the title? Unfiltered Light is cool too! Awesome poem!

submitted by Twirlgirl, age 12, New York
(August 31, 2017 - 9:58 pm)

Thank you! Ooh, I like that title as well! I like your poem, too! It makes some interesting points. 

submitted by Leeli
(September 1, 2017 - 9:26 am)

@September, thanks!

XD now that I'm reading through it again, I'm noticing more typos. Oh well. 

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(September 1, 2017 - 10:12 am)

Top! POKE this to the TOP for poets!

 

submitted by Leaftop!, age Top-teen, The TOP of the forest
(September 3, 2017 - 4:16 pm)