Poetry Forum

quite were not all innocent, infact thats what this poem is gonna try and point out, i just need the words to come...

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ooh its a story ya want? well there was this one time, at the job centre...

i have to admit i do use already established sayings and try to link one to another or bastardise them to something new. one i used in a prose essay i wrote went 'you dont always want what you get'... see what i did there :P for a good example of my us and them mentality i have see my other poem on ...

together we stand divided we fall when you hear the call you come running for shelter and with your finger on the trigger your wanting better to come knocking on your door *unfinished* im not quite sure how to continue this poem. i'm a bit stuck and need some suggestions to be honest :oops: if its a...

aww i was enjoying that conversation about guernsey

JSA is Job Seekers Allowance, used to be known as the dole. incase you dont know what that is (if your not from britain for eg:), its benefits for jobless people, hence the reference to 'keep us benefitting', or 'keeping us on benefits' would be easier but less arty farty to put :P plus were always ...

thanks Lovely, glad you liked it i love writing about us hoy paloy vs the world

i havent titled this in my notebook yet but it has got the communist sign as a question mark as a 'title' :wink: (journalists) flickin through your logic of sunlit cemeteries cockin an eyebrow to your brainless entries of prosperity and equality in a world i cant believe in (backward politics) stick...

yeah completely wrong lol it was just one of those songs that came out in 5 minutes and i think its good lol

although i used to be a glass collector so its kinda to do with 'those days' i think.

already got music for it, d and f in the verses and c/f and Am in the chorus

standing in the middle of the street at night stars shining down on the drunken fight battered and bloody and beaten to shit i never wanted any part of it but my blood was boiling i was seeing red the tempreatures rising and i was misled the fists beating down with the heat of the sun seeing my life...

Didi - I think the others are right about the cliche, but this does have a nice rhythm to it. You're obviously tuned in to the sound of words. Can I ask whether you read much contemporary poetry? Reading, reading and reading more poetry will help you discover all the wonderful and unusual ways that...

cheers all im already liking it here, even if big words get used alot alot of genuinely nice and considerate people linger here ben if you'd like to see one of my poems about a bad year have a look for f*ck em all in post a poem (experienced) forum

your right with being just 'told' now you mention it, burning sapphire is the colour of this girls eyes who i like, you can probably guess that though first draft so hold out hope!

(first draft) immersed in thoughts of your burning sapphire flowing through me buried alive by thoughts of rejection linking the past and of yet to be your words so alluring to hungry lust my roaring waves of passion the power of infidelity pulling my smile to your lips like an ocean question: is th...

i enjoyed alot of it. the first part is, as they say, bliss especially this bit: and in the spreading branches of the lofty
tree a bird's melodious voice was calling... that part just rolled off my tongue like a lovers parting kiss, or somesuch very good indeed

i liked that one, the line about a slow tomorrow eases and creaks was really good

thanks for the posts people :D it was about an extremely difficult period in my life, if you want the truth, an abortion. its kind of giving the reasons why i went through with it (wanting to protect him/her from a really bad world ('the city not worth loving', being peterborough where im from) and ...

i think your right about the notes brian, so i took them out i haven't a clue what 'Arbitrary use of emotive language' means though to be honest i like the poem myself, regardless of it being my own work i still think its good but thanks for the post

fuck 'em all Take my hand and i'll guide you through a life thats not worth living take pride in what isnt yours, a city not worth loving like an island adrift in the fens, a drop off point for the hopeless and lost try and protect my innocent one, a kamakazee mission coming apart at the ends stand ...

its definately about a break up or arguement of sorts, its got pessimism and optimism in there. the life you enjoyed with him and missing him but also about finding a new way without him, maybe changing herself..

i say 'you' as the writer, maybe not you personally but as the author of the work

hiya everyone, my names dave, im 22 from peterborough in england. i love reading and writing stories along the lines of fantasy fiction and comedy and poetry wise i like rimbaud, bob dylan and robert e howard as a natural poet in his writings. other things i like are tv, reading, comedy (both sitcom...