Tag: poetry
group name: imnottapoet
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May 06, 2008 03:42 PM EDT --
Many of you know the traditional Haiku which contains five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third. Why not try my forms?
First , we have Kayku which has the form . . . more
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March 28, 2008 01:57 PM EDT --
Resposting to group I. M. Notta Poet
These are even worse than the last ones!
Fangs piercing my skin
cold metal scraping my neck
Vampire has braces.
Wretched howling noise
terrifed . . . more
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May 13, 2008 11:30 AM EDT --
This week's prompt is the number three
Rictameter is a form of unrhymed poetry of nine lines with the syllable count 2,4,6,8,10,12,10,8,6,4,2 with the first and last line being the same. You can . . . more
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March 28, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Reposting to group I. M. Notta Poet
"Holy Mackerel" I can almost hear you say
"Every time I tuna round
There's another bad poem from Kay"
You may think me eel advised . . . more
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March 28, 2008 01:34 PM EDT --
Reposting to group I. M. Notta Poet
I'm in love with a juicy tomato
But she says we cantaloupe
Her mother doesn't carrot all
But her dad thinks I yam a dope
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April 08, 2008 06:53 PM EDT --
Stay close, don't stray away
They who eat children are roaming today
Stay near, don't go to far
Tempting your boundries by not staying where you are
Stay close, don't wander off . . . more
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March 30, 2008 06:25 AM EDT --
All this time i wait in a broken window state
All this time I sit
All his time I call through cotton painted walls
All this time I sit
I act like I know , but I dont
You act like you will, but . . . more
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March 28, 2008 01:47 PM EDT --
Repost to group I. M. Notta Poet
Bones of ghastly ghouls
simmering in my cauldron
Breakfast is ready
Children in costumes
caught in my devious trap
I eat their candy
Frantic vampire . . . more
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April 05, 2008 06:05 PM EDT --
This article is for: Vickie F., Lune, Sierra D., Rene, and all of my friends that believe in the whispering chants of the 60's--as Bob Dylan once sang, "a hard rain is going to fall," that . . . more
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April 13, 2008 09:55 AM EDT --
On again, off agian
The only places we have been
Accusing me of sin
With draconian discipline
On and on, often wrong
Your lie had me often gone
I knew no one was there . . . more
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May 16, 2008 05:17 PM EDT --
Happy Mother's Day from Rachel A poem
Roses are red
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August 16, 2008 07:49 PM EDT --
This is actually a poem by someone else, but I thought I'd share it so we could all learn a thing or two:
Johnny's Hist'ry Lesson by Nixon Waterman
I think, of all the things at school . . . more
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August 14, 2008 12:13 PM EDT --
Framed In A Windowpane
Framed in a windowpane
Are memories of
Sunrises and sunsets
Surprises and upsets
Sunny days and rainy days
Snow showers and spring flowers
Togetherness and Solitude . . . more
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April 08, 2008 07:25 PM EDT --
Sometimes we go through life
without a care
other times we are apprehensive;
another time angry.
Still another, we may feel guilty! BUT,
alas, as we go along, we DO go through life. . . . more
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April 23, 2008 02:47 PM EDT --
A night ride
A sweet breeze touches the face, plays with locks,
The car moves with the light and shadow of night.
The torn blanket drawn over by side street
The breeze becomes . . . more
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May 12, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
Before I get to the poem, first let me share a little backstory on it. This was written some time in the 90's. I don't claim it to be good as I was so young at the time. Very few have seen this . . . more
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July 18, 2008 03:46 AM EDT --
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May 20, 2008 05:18 AM EDT --
My favorite "self taught" artist is Jim Warren. I love his works, especially this artwork, that inspired me to write this poem...
~Lovers Beach
Waves
dressed . . . more
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May 02, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Sleep
The blissful sleep. The leaves of trees in silent fall.
A pair of eyes in profuse sweating. A fly's buzz.
All that dirt around us is not profaning him.
Watch with thirst, . . . more
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June 08, 2008 08:08 PM EDT --
"So boldly, said the pecan tree to the squirrel!"
The squirrel, with nut in hand...remarked with squinted brow...
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