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Post by LDF on Feb 10, 2003 20:45:40 GMT -5
;D Even though I suck at poetry, I thought I'd give it a shot... I'll be sending these to Shing, as soon as I've got time... like right after I finish typing this! Plus, I named myself Dintelle ;D I always have liked that name... So don't laugh 8:29pm-8:31pm - I'll Never Be | dintelleI'll never be a popular guy, I'll never be a jock. I'll never be an actor, Or a dancer in a play. I'll never be a movie star. I'll never get to pay. I'll never be a punk rocker, But who cares anyway. I'll never be a goofy twit. I'll never be a stone. I'll never be a stupid git. I'll never be alone. 8:35pm-8:37pm - Talking Shadows | dintelleDark shadow creeping up the wall, I'll never forget that day, Where the shadow in the hall, Came and spoke to me. I'll never forget that time, When I was a bit afraid, Of the shadow upon the wall, Making me feel a bit stupid. I guess I was hallucinating, Or probably just asleep. All I know is, That I remember what he said. He said, "Don't be afraid of me, If that is what you think. I'm only a shadow, So what is there to be afraid?" I blinked and stared, Then asked him, "What is it like to be a shadow?" But he only disappeared. 8:39pm-8:41pm - Dreaming | dintelleStrong wings flapping in the gust, That bird, he came to be, One of the least known of them all, But that's hard to believe to me. It was more of a gryphon then a bird, Or at least that's what I say, Because it look part lion, And feathers sticking in all direction. He had blown away some leaves, Then sat upon a branch, Then stared at me, With turquoise eyes, They seemed to be like ice. I froze in my spot, Sweating profusely. I choked a bit, Before waking up in dismay.
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Post by LDF on Feb 10, 2003 20:49:20 GMT -5
Oh yes... and I'm bored ;D Even though I have so many other things to do... I'm bored.
I tried to rhyme on some of them, But I stink at rhyming things, So just read 'em and criticize, That's all I care about today.
EDIT: I know this should be on the "Two Minute Poetry" Board above, but I'd like to have a seperate board where people can criticize me... ;D
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Post by Smiley on Feb 10, 2003 20:58:43 GMT -5
Well, if you think about it, it is impossible ot critisize 2-minute poetry, since you have to consider how short it took (two minutes, I believe...). Very good, though. Interesting. I especially like the last one ;D
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Post by LDF on Feb 10, 2003 21:00:28 GMT -5
8:55pm-8:57pm - Time Is Running Out | dintelle
Starting fast, I slowed some down, I looked around, Seeing no one was staring at me.
I typed faster, But slowed down again, To think a minute or two.
I looked at the clock, 'A Few minutes to go,' I wouldn't let myself down again.
'Oh no!' 'Only a minute to go,' I thought to myself in dismay. I better do this quickly, Half of the time has gone away!
I typed faster, Pushing the keys harder. The time edged on, Ticking, Ticking, Ticking away.
10 Seconds to go, What would I do? Oh no, My time is up!
I like this one, because I kept looking at the computer clock, sweating a bit because I only had two minutes ;D
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Post by Smiley on Feb 10, 2003 21:12:10 GMT -5
Here's some of mine...
7:05--7:07 by Smiley
I watch my TV intently Never turning away Except to write...write...write...
Writing is my joy, Writing, my passion-- Nothing can turn me away, Not even TV!
But I love TV. But I love writing. I suck at two minute poetry This is not turning out good
7:06! Woohoo! Okay, um, I have a mintue left of this torture.. Maybe there is something good on TV *click*
Yay! Woohoo! Not sure what it is...oh well...
***
Okay, how was that? Um, not good, I know...hehe
The more practice, the better. Here we go again:
7:09-7:11 by Smiley
I look out the window Into the dark worl outside And I think-- What if the sun doesn't rise tomorrow? What if it is dark forever? What if we never see the beloved daylight again?
'Tis a scary thought, But one must ponder What will happen... What will become of us...
I am not sure, I may never know, I hope it never happens, But only time will tell
***
I think that was better...shorter, I couldn't think of anything to write about when it turned 7:09, but oh well...this is fun! I'll do some more later...
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Post by LDF on Feb 10, 2003 21:22:36 GMT -5
I like two minute poetry. I'm getting a bit better, and I'm into poetry this week, because Friday is Young Author's Day. Maybe I could share some two minute poetry with my friends! They'd all go, "WOW! You wrote that in only two minutes?! Astounding!" They wouldn't use 'astounding' because only one of my friends actually uses that...
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Post by Smiley on Feb 10, 2003 21:34:51 GMT -5
Well, at least one of them would use it though, right? I like reading poetry, but I never saw myself writing it. I kinda like it It's fun! 7:32-7:34 by SmileyI look at the sky What do I see? I see a rainbow Shining beautifully I look at the ocean What do I see? I see a dolphin Swimming so free I look at the land What do I see? I see a little bear cub Climbing a tree Now I look at the mirror What do I see? I see my younger self, Smiling at me *** I still have time left, but I am done. (it was only like 15 seconds, anyway) I love two-minute poetry! ;D
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Post by LDF on Feb 10, 2003 21:42:22 GMT -5
I did another one. I'm not too pleased with it, but it was fun to write. It took me all of the time. It's sort of alliteration; I was having trouble thinking of words that started with 'p'. This does not rhyme at all ;D
9:38pm-9:40pm - Perky Purple Penguins | dintelle
Perky purple penguins, Playfully prancing, Picking up pancakes.
Perky purple penguins, tinkled at some pink petunias, For who knows what.
Perky purple penguins, Playfully packing, Purple potties.
Perky purple penguins, Peeping through pouches, Putting holes in pockets.
Perky purple penguins, Poking peoples pockets, For no apparent reason.
Perky purple penguins, Blushing perky pink, No longer purple penguins.
Perky pink penguins, Waving good-bye, Perky purple penguins.
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I love penguins. But not pink penguins oO;
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Post by Smiley on Feb 10, 2003 21:59:57 GMT -5
Hehe I like it!
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Post by roselladestiny on Feb 11, 2003 19:05:19 GMT -5
Here's mine (don't laugh!):
Wind-whipped, Wild and untamed, Fierce, capricious, Water that quenches but also drowns. A rapturous sunset reflected by blue, A jewel-bright mirror veiled by white lace, A sapphire stone of elfin-wood make, A wild frontier with cerulean plains. Sister to sky; mother of lakes, I hear its calling- The sea.
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Post by roselladestiny on Feb 11, 2003 19:06:53 GMT -5
A mirror of bronze, A circlet of gold, A marigold blossom With petals untold.
A rapturous fire Of vivid red flames. Queen of the stars, Wild and untamed.
A fire that warms And yet also burns. Tends to the rice fields But scorches the corn.
A capricious candle, A wild-hearted flame, A bright-burning jewel In a sapphire frame.
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Post by roselladestiny on Feb 11, 2003 19:09:30 GMT -5
A quiet, calm meadow, An emerald plain, A haven of nature In a green lion's mane.
Mother of flowers, Birthplace of songs. Heaven where one and All may belong.
The stars shine above, The diamonds below. The soil untouched By pick or by hoe.
The eagle is flying Above in the sky As I look I feel My soul rising high.
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Post by sollunaestrella on Feb 11, 2003 19:16:46 GMT -5
You seriously wrote those in just two minutes? Let's see...my best poetry was written in...like...um...I don't know how many minutes. Maybe fifteen. It's still pretty bad, though...my rhyming isn't very good. The Elfin Gold Rose Amber rose, hazy bells Whisper in the fairy dells; Purple violets in their vales Bow to the gold that doth prevail. The petals softly reminisce The blushing time of soft pearl mist When crimson gently kissed the light To each other love they did plight As dulcet trills danced in their souls Together with emerald, by children extolled; The summer, she sighs, has been divine Her ecstasy as she and Scarlet intertwined-- And now, all left, are haunting wraiths Of laughter, sunshine, promises saith, And lone Gold Rose, her heart with fears And bliss, she gladly sheds diamond tears Of dew and lovers' remnants of weeping For soon, Golden knows, she shall join her love sleeping-- For she is alone, in the midst of heartaches, As summertime dies, her elfin heart breaks.
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Post by Smiley on Feb 11, 2003 20:40:49 GMT -5
Oooh, everyone's is so GOOD! I think that the less time you have, the better your poetry is. Your energy is moving, you have adrenaline (just a little) and you think quickly. Some poems that I wrote in an hour can't compare to my two-minute poetry.
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Post by roselladestiny on Feb 11, 2003 20:58:32 GMT -5
You seriously wrote those in just two minutes? Let's see...my best poetry was written in...like...um...I don't know how many minutes. Maybe fifteen. It's still pretty bad, though...my rhyming isn't very good. The Elfin Gold Rose Amber rose, hazy bells Whisper in the fairy dells; Purple violets in their vales Bow to the gold that doth prevail. The petals softly reminisce The blushing time of soft pearl mist When crimson gently kissed the light To each other love they did plight As dulcet trills danced in their souls Together with emerald, by children extolled; The summer, she sighs, has been divine Her ecstasy as she and Scarlet intertwined-- And now, all left, are haunting wraiths Of laughter, sunshine, promises saith, And lone Gold Rose, her heart with fears And bliss, she gladly sheds diamond tears Of dew and lovers' remnants of weeping For soon, Golden knows, she shall join her love sleeping-- For she is alone, in the midst of heartaches, As summertime dies, her elfin heart breaks. *gasps in awe* Oh my gosh! It would take me years to write that, if ever! I'm a hopeless poet.
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