I think you should definetly enter, you have so much talent when it comes to poetry. Please enter, I think you've got a good chance of winning! *waves a flag* GO 2 Die FR!!!!
I think you should definetly enter, you have so much talent when it comes to poetry. Please enter, I think you've got a good chance of winning! *waves a flag* GO 2 Die FR!!!!
That which you manifest is before you.
Cash prizes for the winners, too!
Oh.:woeisme: Not saying that I'll win or anything, that'd be a cocky attitude
you should definitely enter it 2 Die Fr. your poem is absolutely fabulous!!!!!!!
Thanks, hehe.
I think I'll remove the TLK references before I submit it though. I wouldn't want to be accused of 'presenting a non-original idea.'
So I'll just switch 'pridelands' with 'homeland,' and so on...just make it sound like a non-specific short narrative poem based in Africa
Haha, 2DR. I was afraid I was going to have to attack you! But I'm sure you've heard of me already. I'm already said all there is to say about my opinion on you entering that contest. Honestly, you really do have an exquisite talent, and I'm not just saying that as one of those cheap 'one-liners', seriously...I sort of *want* you to join, and I know you'll win because I have faith in you 2DR, despite your public speaking phobia *ahem ahem* XD, but you know what exactly what I mean dude, lol. I know you'll win...and even if you don't, you're still a winner to me, no matter what man, win or lose, so really...it's a win-win situation. *Hugs to ya* Don't be afraid to express you thoughts and feelings to the world (or the school, lol), I know it's scary at first, but...once you keep going, it'll be a piece of cake. Trust me. I've done many public-speaking, in clubs, groups, audience, school, family, friends, classroom and...to tell you the truth, it's scary at first, but...when you really get into it, the part where you're really focusing on your poem and ignoring the others, it's not so bad or scary. *Won't admit to the moments that he really was scared in front of an audience* but that was in the past! lol. Oh, I know a way (I told you already) just imagine in everybody in their undergarments doing the hokey-pokey. Works for me... *Ahem, not approved by the FD-Kenyi, btw* XD. *Will have more to say*Originally posted by 2 Die FR
With a stroke of coincidence and a little encouragement (stay kenyi! ) there is a district teen poetry contest and I'm seriously considering entering.
I would love to try that but I'm afraid I'd start bursting out laughing in the middle of an oral presentation!Originally posted by Kenyi
just imagine in everybody in their undergarments doing the hokey-pokey. Works for me... *Ahem, not approved by the FD-Kenyi, btw* XD. *Will have more to say*
EDIT: I am in the works of writing another poem, will probably take me awhile though...
Awesome Poem, Dude!!!!.Originally posted by 2 Die FR
Cash prizes for the winners, too!
Oh.:woeisme: Not saying that I'll win or anything, that'd be a cocky attitude
And sometimes you need to be cocky, but ya gotta know when to show it....I mean, I don't just say I'll win, I expect to win......I just don't make a big deal out of it because other people will do that for ya.....
Okay, I promised I would post my poetry works in this thread, and so here is my latest piece. Completely un-TLK-related, for starters, and, well you'll see the tone and style is almost the exact opposite of the other one I wrote. It felt extremely satisfying to write this, it helped me express several emotions that have been accumulating inside of me for a very long time.
btw- this poem refers to no one in particular, no one at Lea, no one else. I addressed the idea, not a person.
Free At Last
By 2DieFR
Go ahead, read this,
See if I care!
For once,
I am right
And you are wrong.
And I don?t care
What you say,
Because this time
There is nothing
You can do
To stop me.
A thin, tender leaf, newly budded, still crumpled and crinkled
Reaches out into the real world, unfurling its verdant face
Held aloft high above by the reassuring grip of its mother tree
Anxious and eager, optimistic for the possibilities.
Then a vicious gust of wind rips the leaf clean off
Sending it flying helplessly away into Oblivion
Now it is at the mercy of an uncontrollable power
Blowing back and forth to places it did not choose to go.
Finally left alone to rest, the leaf, torn, withered, dying
Just when it thought the worst was over, without warning
Gets crushed under the sole of a stomping shoe, that grinds it
Into a million tiny emerald shards, that lifelessly blow away.
Am I getting my point across?
You never were much of the analytical type.
Maybe I?d better start speaking your language
Just to make sure we see eye to eye.
I?m sick and tired
Of your nagging and ranting
Holding everything against me
Milking it for all its worth.
I?m fed up with serving as
Your source
Of insensitive satisfaction
Making yourself all high and mighty
As though you are
The paragon of perfection
When in fact that very frame
Of your perverted mind
Makes you inferior.
And I?ve known this all before,
History tends to repeat itself
But there comes a point
Where the same old jokes
Just aren?t funny anymore
And it?s about time
I take a stand
For what I?ve known was right
All along.
I look in the mirror
And I don?t see me.
I see a stranger
In my bodily reflection
A figure sculpted from clay
Molded at will
By filthy hands
Shaped to be
No one
Influenced to be
No one
Shunned from ability
Smashed to a level so low
There is nowhere left to go
But flatten out
Pounded into a pitiful pancake
On the floor.
I?ve had enough
Of your manipulations.
I want to be ME!
I want to be the person I have always dreamed of being
The personage I envisioned, but never realized.
I want to do what I have always wanted to do
With no restrictions whatsoever to get in my way.
If that means breaking away from normality,
I?LL TAKE IT!
If that means sacrificing some stupid social status,
SO BE IT!
Man, does that feel good to shout at the top of my lungs!
Because you see, I don?t care anymore!
I don?t care about what you think of me!
Because you know what?
That?s your problem, not mine!
If I become the person I want to be,
Why should I worry about what the critics say?
I am free, at last.
So go ahead, read this,
See if I care!
For once,
I am right
And you are wrong.
And I don?t care
What you say,
Because this time
There is nothing
You can do
To stop me.
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oh man.... that poem was awesome 2 Die FR and also for some reason, it made me really sad I dunno what it was... but you did a great job of that poem... keep it up.
That which you manifest is before you.
More great work, 2 Die Fr!
I especially enjoyed the free verse sections; they rolled with a good rhythm.
After nearly a month of idleness, a long-awaited bit of inspiration of mine finds itself written in poetry form.
Once again, this poem is completely different than the others I have posted. This poem is on the topic of love, as it might be viewed from the eyes of a little girl trying to understand what love is all about.
Do you remember in kindergarten when you and all the other girls and boys played the silliest games about being boyfriend and girlfriend, holding hands and getting cooties and all that? Looking back, it's so childish and pointless. But then again, the junior high/high school romance in my experience is pretty juvenile too, not that much more meaningful or enduring than in elementary school- just more serious if it doesn't work out. At least, that's my viewpoint on the matter. My girlfriend broke up with me two weeks ago. And now I think, maybe I still don't know what love is all about.
I was disappointed in grade school when we didn't learn just what love was; I thought we were going to learn all about it. Well, I never was taught, so the question remains. I think I have yet to know/experience what true love is.
Mommy, wat is luv?
~By 2 Die FR
Somthin strange happend
at skool today.
i was playin on the playgrond
and ten jonny cam up to me
said i luv you and kised me
on the chek rigt here, see rigt here!
and ten my frends thot it was
real funny cause he sed that
i felt like crying but i dont no why.
and ten cristy askd me if i luv him
and she askd me if i was his girlfrend.
Mommy, wat dus that mean?
Mommy, wat is luv?
i ges i don?t no wat luv is
cause i don?t no wat she ment.
Mommy, is it the same luv as the kind
as when you tuk me in bed at nite
and read stores and give me
hugs and kises and say
goodnight my little princess?
dos that mean i need to kis jonny
and tell him i love him ten?
cause i think hes nice and cute boy
but i dont no if thats luv.
it must be speshul thoh cause
cristy says shes jellus of me
and she sed its not fair
i want to have a boyfrend too.
i said you can have mine i dont want it.
i dont want my frends to make fun of me.
but i want to no wat luv is about
so that maybe when im older
and i get an educashun and i get real smart
maybe ill really undurstand wat luv is.
jonny is a nice and cute boy
but cristy sed i hafta hold hands
with him and i sed eew gros cooties!
and ten i ran away from her cause she said
shes dun it and its lotsa fun
but i no better, i may not no wat
luv is but i do no wat cootes is and
noting is worth that.
very good 2 Die Fr
*remembers her elementary school experience*....
Inspiration tugs me, even when I'm not really supposed to be here anymore...
All at Once
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All at once
I believe
You can be
At the pinnacle of joy
At the deepest depths of sorrow
At the woes of yesterday
At the promise of tomorrow
All at once
Filled with bold self-confidence
Filled with fear and doubt
Filled with kind humility
Filled with pride throughout
I believe
In a peaceful slumber
In an anxious mess
In a foolish failure
In a shrewd success
You can be
Showing weakness, showing strength
Showing health and pain
Showing patience, showing pique,
Showing ease and strain
All at once
As weightless as a feather
As heavy as a stone
Feel popular and wanted
Feel lost and all alone
I believe
Living nightmares, living dreams
Living at home and astray
Living fullest, living sparse
Living your best through today
You can be
Ending all your beginnings
Beginning all your ends
Hated by all your enemies
Loved by all your friends
All at once
I believe
You can be
All those things
But
That's okay
So you see
Live who you
Want to be
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~2DieFR
very good poems how long does it take ya to like think of them and write
It depends. Sometimes a few hours, sometimes weeks.
yay! more fantasticness 2DFR!!!!!!
Although you are gone, I didn't get to reply cause I wasnt on this Forums I'd still like to say, Good Job, that was awesome.
It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.