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SweetRose2011 March 9, 2010

I've been writing for about four or five years and would love to get a book of it published one day. It's hard sometimes to find people as interested in it as me so I'm curious...do any of you love writing poetry or try it just for the fun of it?

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florence August 11, 2012 Canada

Hehe, this is kind of stemming from the tattoo thread, but I definitely used to write poetry. I still write, just moreso creative non-fiction.

I do love reading poetry though. Namely.. Marge Piercy, Sylvia Plath, and (obviously) Leonard Cohen.

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HotPinkPopTart April 10, 2011 So Cal

I love to write poetry! It has been a while since I have had the chance to write anything but I've been doing it for awhile. No one I know is interested in it and when I get excited that I wrote a new one, no one seems to care. Which is a bit frusturating.

I mainly like to write about things that are happening in my life or about people that I know that are going through something :"]]

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SuperBrook 5/7/2011 Kansas

I high school and college I wrote some here and there, but then dropped it all together for a few years. Wedding planning has definitely brought out my corney creative side. I've thus far written two (corney) poems for my bridesmaids and I'm working on a few more for other attendents. It's been a lot of fun.

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HotPinkPopTart April 10, 2011 So Cal

I agree with superbrook. The wedding has inspired me quite a bit :"]] I wrote one for the little ones who will be in my wedding and had it printed on a puzzle :"]

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buttontoes September 1, 2012 Northern MI

I write poetry about worms. Yes, worms. I realized several years ago that all my good poetry was about worms, so I started working on a "worm collection." I read some of it at a conference several years ago. It has been growing since then, but it's not something I'd ever try to publish.

I'm not a creative writer by any means. I'm a writer but I'm a technical, analytical writer.

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SweetRose2011 March 9, 2010

@florence and HotPinkPopTart: I'm all for reading some of your poetry if you want to post. I kinda wish sometimes I could get feedback on mine too and I think it would be awesome if we could band up and be like writing buddies!!

P.S. if anyone else wants to join in feel free!!!

P.P.S. My all time favorite poet is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, followed by E.E. Cummings, etc.

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SweetRose2011 March 9, 2010

@florence and HotPinkPopTart: I'm all for reading some of your poetry if you want to post. I kinda wish sometimes I could get feedback on mine too and I think it would be awesome if we could band up and be like writing buddies!!

P.S. if anyone else wants to join in feel free!!!

P.P.S. My all time favorite poet is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, followed by E.E. Cummings, etc.

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florence August 11, 2012 Canada

Here's a poem I wrote in high school that everyone really liked.. I found it the other day and it made me realize how uninhibited I was with writing back then. Hopefully I can get back to that place again soon.

In a brief and quiet moment

I felt your breath on my cheek,

your hands on my hips.

You exhaled and

I felt your heart in my spine.

My legs shook.

Embers dropped like rainfall.

I kept a box of birthday letters.

They got delivered to your coffin.

I never wanted you to grow old;

I thought maybe after you saved lives

and grew wings

you could avoid death -- such an inevitable pause in eternity.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw you cross the street,

legs like skeletons.. eyes like arrows.

Dust from your heels scratched my eyes.

They were losing colour,

moon shaped and leaking.

Her back against the wall,

the bare bulb a glow on her chest.

An empty hallway for mice to breed in;

bats to sweep the ceiling.

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SweetRose2011 March 9, 2010

@florence: wow that is some beautiful imagery. Do you like people to read into your work or to just take it as it is? My favorite line is

I felt your heart in my spine.

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Here are two of mine.

The first is called Untold Stories of Sweet Seductions. I'm sorry it's kind of intense.

he honey-dew secrets of your sweet seductions

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drip orchestrated symphonies straight to my heart.

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Ashes blow away in the dark night wind and

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cling sticky to the wounds left from broken shards.

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The tingling touch of your sweet escape

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overwhelmes my senses with the temptation of a thousand remedies

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Your story deep inside me

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telling me some revelation of untold truth.

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Exploding passions form within me

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you delve below the surface

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scrape beneath the snake skin

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envelope me in your hot embrace.

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Climbing to the top of mountains

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memories of summer nights

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I dwell within your sweet seductions

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Fall asleep in your venus fly trap of ambitions.

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The second is called Million Little Pieces.

I read this poem in front of my class for my sr end of the yr speech. I went to a private school. It was very shocking. This poem is one of my most open and I feel so connected to it.

As I stand there exposed and naked, the whole world to see

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The reality is startlingly so, and my tears fall down steadily.

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My worst fears seem confronted unwillingly,

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you eat me alive with every single syllable you pronounce

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and I feel torn, as though I have made a horrible mistake.

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I wish I could make it better though nothing I do in desperation can

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And it hurts worse the more I think about it than ignoring that which calls me.

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I bet, though you don’t show it, part of you is ashamed

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That you have to deal with this, with me, have to live with a child you thought you raised right.

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You discover more things about me then you had hoped and I see the pain.

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I’m trying to get better but this infestation of disgust isn’t so easy to remove

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It festers and spreads, forms boils for all to see, causes unnecessary ache within.

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And it’s black, dragon-like, weed-like, hard to get rid of the ever-spreading stain.

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I do remember the influx of my inner being so many years ago.

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I remember the way my mind slowly transformed from something that was so pure.

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I was everything you ever wanted. Until I grew up.

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Then it all changed, and my desires overtook that which was holy and right.

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Some people overcome the battle but I’ve been beaten with the bloody sword.

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Change isn’t as easy as 1-2-3, but they all say it’s only denying what you want.

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When it’s in your mind, it’s even worse then the X-rated movies they tell you not to see.

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And it isn’t hard to get lost in the rapture of your thoughts, coming one right after the other.

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I never meant for such secrets to be exposed.

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I guess the criminal never completely covers his tracks, does he?

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There is always the trail of blood, the DNA, the single hair fiber left behind.

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And let me tell you, it isn’t easy to admit the crime, own up to possessing the gun

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The one that shot your intellect right smack in the brain and left a nasty hole.

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In a world where nothing can seem absolutely wrong,

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Where morals are confused with desires

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And truth is actually a big muddled mess darkened with sin and pain,

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Can there be definite answers through it all, when wrong tugs on us in eagerness?

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I feel ensnared, almost completely misunderstood, and though I try to make amends,

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Try to get my life on the right track, doing it yourself when no one knows you’ve started

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Is climbing uphill in lead shoes and a full stomach—nearly impossible.

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Please, will someone pick up my broken shards, and carry me away?

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I keep telling myself that it will be over soon—I can change later.

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But it isn’t working.

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Please, I’m tired. I want out. I’m sick of being in a million unfixable little pieces.

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SweetRose2011 March 9, 2010

Son of a biscuit! I don't know how to fix the numbers or lining on my poem! Stupid thing

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jduck84 August 2010 Minneapolis, MN

I don't, but mr. jduck does. He's actually a slam poet!

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SweetRose2011 March 9, 2010

@jduck84: Awesome! I wish I was brave enough to read mine in front of more aduiences. I have once and everyone loved it!

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SweetRose2011 March 9, 2010

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jduck84 August 2010 Minneapolis, MN

@SweetRose2011: aww, you should try it again! Especially if everyone loved you the first time. I think slam audiences are very supportive and welcoming - at least around here - and I bet the nervous-ness goes away after awhile! You might see if there are poetry circles in your area, where people just come together and workshop and critique each other's poems. Pretty much like this thread, I guess. :)

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SweetRose2011 March 9, 2010

@jduck84: Thank you so much! There was a weekly poetry reading thing at our Borders maybe two years ago. We have a strange poet, rapper, self-acclaimed poet in our town that really isn't all that good. (maybe that's just my opinion but I know he's pretty weird) Around that time I found out that they moved the meetings to another location, I just keep forgetting.

Another thing I've noticed is that I'm scared to do readings sometimes because some people seem kind of snooty about their poetry. I know mine is good I guess but I tell myself that it's probably just me and maybe a few others who really like it. I'm not going to let it get to my head.

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