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Poster: Kara | 2006/01/18 06:41:00 AM
I have "tried" writing poetry a couple of times, basically only when inspiration hits, otherwise I "force" it too much. I liked your poem Kara, perhaps the rhythm could be improved a little (too many words in some places) but the meaning and overall, it was very encouraging. Though I think you meant "advise" instead of "advice."

LOL. Yeah, the rhyming is a little off. I don't usually write rhyming poems. I take the easy path out and do them free-verse.
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"Some people see things as they are and say why. I dream things that never were and say why not?" - Robert F. Kennedy
Poster: Logan | 2006/01/18 14:33:26 PM
Hmm, though I'd say free-verse is almost harder than rhyming! There is a young lady at the church here (an English major) who writes that type of poetry very well and very beatifully. There is quite an art to it regardless of what I used to think :)
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As we learned in Narnia....
Poster: JJ14 | 2006/01/19 03:45:09 AM
HOw can free verse be harder than rhyming poetry?(course I find poetry hard period) You odn't have to find words that go together and still make sense in the poem! :) That's why I like to write stories instead of poems and such. NO RHYMING :)
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Every Day Is A Gift From God
Poster: Kara | 2006/01/21 10:56:13 AM
That's why free-verse is easier, it doesn't HAVE to rhyme. it just has to have some sort of inner-rhythm.

On that note, I found a poem I wrote when I was 13 today. It was weird to read it after all these years...
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"Some people see things as they are and say why. I dream things that never were and say why not?" - Robert F. Kennedy
Poster: JJ14 | 2006/01/21 21:20:19 PM
Isn't it weird finding things you've written so long ago? I;ve found a few papers I've written in like 5th grade I think and it;s weird reading them. Weird seeing the way I thought and what my goals were abck then, and how much they've changed. And really weird seeing my style of writing. My writing was horrible, it looked bad and it sounded bad. I wasn't very good at writing reports or anhting. It never made any sense. And it was always really choppy : I'm really glad that I don't write like that anymore :)
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Every Day Is A Gift From God
Poster: Kara | 2006/01/22 10:45:26 AM
Yeah.

It's safe to assume our writing style will mature as we do.

Then again, I found something that I wrote when I was 12 about the laws of friction and viscosity. I was surprised by how well informed it was. I actually sounded slighty interlectual.

LOL.
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"Some people see things as they are and say why. I dream things that never were and say why not?" - Robert F. Kennedy
Poster: JJ14 | 2006/01/22 21:46:09 PM
:) I'm surprised to see how much I've changed in two years. How much I've grown in maturity level. And how much more I need to grow :) lol :)
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Every Day Is A Gift From God
Poster: JJ14 | 2006/04/06 02:54:18 AM
Well since no one has posted her in a long time I decided to post a poem that I wrote in English class a while back. I'ts not too great but I like it. I wrote it because I think this is what some people of the world feel like. Oh and it's free verse so it's not supposed to rhyme.

Hollow Soul
By JJ Sexton

My heart longs for the feeling
of Peace
No matter what I do, it’s never there
I try to run
I try to flee
But wherever I go
Emptiness follows

My hollow world with nothing inside
It aches my soul
And tears me apart
Nothing satisfies
Nothing sustains
I know not what to do
But sit down and cry

As I sit alone
With my face all a’ flush
I hear someone calling my name
The voice is familiar yet
I don’t know who it is
It continues to call me
And it makes me curious
So I get up to find
This voice that calls

And as I draw nearer
The voice it grows
I can see a light
Up ahead
Blinding my eyes
And it makes my head spin
But my eyes grow
Accustom to the light
And now I can see

A figure is standing near
I know this man
My hear starts to pound
Without a second thought
I run toward Him
With newfound tears
And as I come close
His arms spread wide
Embracing my fragile body
And taking me in

He joins me in my tears
And holds me tight
No longer am I alone
My soul no longer vacant
He understand my sorrow
He gives me peace
And understanding
He fills my hollow heart

Slowly I mend
With the help of His love
I strive to move on
With His strength inside
He gives me satisfaction
In who I am
And sustains my whole being

I look forward
To each new day
Wondering what He will show me
I am not afraid
Of life anymore
Because I know
He is there
(free verse)

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Every Day Is A Gift From God