The Poetry Topic¿

[karma pures]

A short story, like this. Takes 24 hours for me to write. Poems, not. As of now, a 12 liner would take me 24 hours to write. I have no inspiration, but a break-up poem. I can write one in 15 minutes. It's whatever I'm feeling.

Example of short story:

She looked down at him, laying partly on top of him, as his chest was heaving. He was an average looking man, but not average tonight. Tonight he was gorgeous. Actually, he seemed that way now almost all the time, especially in those off moments she would be day dreaming of him, or thinking of something she adored about him that she would suddenly go to tell her girlfriends at work, but then bite her tongue at the last minute. Sometimes she just told them anyway.

She couldn't get him out of her head. There was something about him. Occasionally she could put her finger on it. Sometimes she didn't bother. She just liked to feel it... feel him...

Tonight they had gone to a friend's party. They had done a little drinking, but left early. She wasn't even sure if they had planned this out loud, but somehow they found themselves on the outskirts of town, at the end of a winding little dirt road. It was the only place they could go tonight, and they didn't care.

She took him, she had him, she gave to him. She absolutely could not get enough of him. He always knew when to keep silent, and seemed to follow with the most beautiful words any man ever spoke to her. And the way he set her blood on fire, invaded her thoughts like wild horses on the run, and devastated her with one look in the eye...

But she had been growing afraid. Terribly afraid.

There were so many things that could go wrong. That surely would go wrong. He couldn't be this amazing forever, could he? But even his flaws made him perfect, so she didn't have to try so hard to conceal hers. But what if he saw too much? What if he got his fill? What if he discovered what she already knew was certain- that she could not keep him...

What she felt was pure terror as much as it was pure joy. Why did it have to be tainted, why did she have to be afraid? She suddenly wished she had skipped every man in her life before this one, just so that she could give her heart cleaner, less jaded, less trembling...

But she trembled anyway, as she laid next to him, looking down on his face, only inches away. She wished she could believe what she felt more, but the heartbreaks of the past taught her better than that. Yet she trusted it, for it was as true as her own name, it was as real as the man who breathed now quietly beneath her, it was life itself...

This was gonna hurt. Wow, this was gonna hurt. It almost made her cry just now, but she shoved that back, shoved it back for now, not caring for the future, or the details... not allowing anything to further complicate the purest thing she had ever felt before... no longer could time tick forward one more moment unless she shared this... so she waited just a bit more, as time itself stood still...

"I am falling in love with you..." she whispered...

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Doubt anyone will read. But if you did, opinions? If not, sorry I bored you.

dude im not gonna lie but this story was really good and i like reading it thanks and you really should take the time to write a book i think u could do it and no this is no joke i like all the details you took to write it and if u have any more i would love to read them and if u ever write a book tell me i would actually buy it to read it. (ps. i hate reading) great work :)

[karma pures]

gay topic

and if its a gay topic to u then stfu cuz nobody cares what u think its for the mature group of people that actually lke poetry or short storys

[Ow 3 Hit]

she knew her voice would quiver, so she was trying not to speak.

He seemed to play it cool, but she could see he was upset. Trying to smile, make light of things... as they drove to get a cup of coffee.

her hands were shaking.

So she made them still in her lap. "This is really, really hard for me." she said.  "I know," he replied, grateful to let her just speak. To say what was no doubt going to be said. He offered a bit of a smile, a smile of sympathy, maybe... and suddenly he was hurting very much.

"Our time together has been so amazing" she said. You are the best. I love you, I love you so much, I'm sorry..." as she cupped her hand to her mouth, unable to continue. Her face tensed, as she fought back tears. They were coming anyway. She was afraid. She was losing him.

He looked at her, so pretty in her sweatshirt and ballcap. Ponytail dancing behind her, but this time it was not with joy. Sorrow poured from her, and she sat there a while, not speaking. His compassion for her made him feel every inch of it, as his eyes began to well up too. He squared his jaw and tried to hold steady.

She looked at him, into his eyes, the way his eyes looked at her... the way his mouth moved when he spoke. Never, never had she loved someone like this. It wasn't even possible, how she loved him, Yet she did. And now, she must say goodbye... knowing she would surely lose him forever. She couldn't. She couldn't ask herself to walk away from the truest thing she had ever known. Yet she had reasoned with herself far too long, and delayed this day as long as she could. It had to be said. God help her, she had to stop the best time in her life. She felt such a fool, as her sadness dripped through downcast eyes...

He reached over to her, and took hold of her hand, on the stick shift between them. He flashed back suddenly, to every moment he opened his front door, and found her standing there smiling. Every time he escorted her up the stairs. Every cigarette they smoked, out on the balcony. The way she smelled. But it kept replaying, the moments of opening the door, seeing her light up at the sight of him.

He knew this was coming, he knew this was necessary. But the word he resisted so long, the feeling of loving her was undeniable, unstoppable. He cast his eyes down as well, knowing that this love turned sadness would stay with him a long, long time. Her phone calls at night would become an empty void of time where her voice used to be.

Her skin against his, would be only a ghost, he would only lay alone. He tried to be brave, to make it easier on her, as they drove back, the coffee being so forgotten and meaningless against the emotion in the air. They dared not speak, as there were no words now. She explained how she came to this conclusion, and every word, he knew to be true. Every word an indictment. Please, no more words...

She looked at him as he drove, when she could bear to lift her eyes to do so. She was coming apart inside, totally shattered, far more than he could ever know. Far more than he seemed to be. She didn't know how bad he was hurting. He tried to cover the emotions in his face, she could tell. That just made her hurt worse, she didn't know why he did that.

They walked again up the stairs, for what it seemed would be the last time. It felt like a funeral, and perhaps it was. There was no laughter. Upstairs, she pressed up against him, and he took her in an embrace, as they just stayed there a while. She tried to cry quietly, so he couldn't tell. As if somehow she could be doing anything less... her tears cut through him... knowing he had done this. Knowing she was crying today for him. If only he had not done this. If only, the day they met, he had left and never returned.

If only they had not embraced for the first time, in that parking lot, setting off a blaze in that one split second, both of them knowing they would be together, knowing that instant. If only he had not done this to her. Fill her with life, with love, a love she could not keep, a love she never tasted before. Maybe it would have been better to never taste at all.

But as sure as there was no stopping them, their passion... there was no stopping this end.

"Do you want me?" he asked her, as they stood so close. "I need you" she replied, her voice still shaking.

They came together one last time, one fateful moment, somehow casting aside the knowledge that this would be the last time, the last touch.... and soaking in emotion as they soaked in sweat...

And when she finally had to go, they said their goodbyes. They told each other, told themselves, things would be ok. They would still talk. They still loved each other. They lied to themselves to comfort their minds, their souls. He closed the door and watched her drive away.

Then he sat at the bottom of the stairs, only able to cry internally, as the visions of her kept replaying in his mind... opening the door and seeing her face light up at the sight of him. He would never, ever forget it.

He never meant this love to happen.

He never meant to hurt her, and himself, like this.

He never meant for them to come undone...

[Itz Tragic]

Karma, don't let trolls get to you, and please use correct grammar, makes your point stronger.

And to the thread...I haven't made many poems, made this one for school one time though:

Life is a snowflake.

It falls,

And melts,

And ends,

And no two are alike.

Yet they come together.

Throughout the winter weather.

Never knew what to put down for that last line, never really liked what i have for it.

I'ma start making poetry again, haven't in a long time, I won't let this thread die! :nice:

[karma pures]

Karma, don't let trolls get to you, and please use correct grammar, makes your point stronger.

And to the thread...I haven't made many poems, made this one for school one time though:

Life is a snowflake.

It falls,

And melts,

And ends,

And no two are alike.

Yet they come together.

Throughout the winter weather.

Never knew what to put down for that last line, never really liked what i have for it.

I'ma start making poetry again, haven't in a long time, I won't let this thread die! :nice:

Great poem I like how much sense it actually makes :)

[karma pures]

Ow 3 hit that last story was amazing too. I wish i could write as good as you. Thanks for shareing it i really enjoyed it. :)

[Itz Tragic]

Karma, on almost every thread you have posted on you double post MULTIPLE times, edit your posts instead of posting another one right in front of it.

My favorite poem of all time

O Captain! My Captain!-By Walt Whitmen

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

   But O heart! heart! heart!        

     O the bleeding drops of red,

       Where on the deck my Captain lies,

         Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;  

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

   Here Captain! dear father!

     This arm beneath your head;

       It is some dream that on the deck,  

         You’ve fallen cold and dead.

 

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;  

   Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

     But I, with mournful tread,

       Walk the deck my Captain lies,

         Fallen cold and dead.

[Ow 3 Hit]

The conversation went from playful to profound in a swift and easy

moment.

"What is it you want from me the most?" she asked.

Maybe the answer went deeper than the question.

"Your absolute devotion," I said.

I had not thought about it until then, but I had no doubt it was

true.

"I know there is a level of devotion that you have not yet tasted,"

I said. "A love you have never given. There are men you have loved,

but not like this. You have always held back something, to protect

yourself, as you knew you must. That part of you that you have

always desired to give, but felt you never could. They were but

mortal men, foolish, as though with a priceless, beautiful glass

artwork. Chipping you, cracking you carelessly." She knew this was

true.

"To be a master, handling you skillfully," I said, "as though my

hands were made exactly to fit your contours, soft enough to handle

where you are hardened, and hard enough to protect where you are

soft. To diligently earn what no one has ever been worthy of before.

To earn it again every day. To draw forth the sweetest music from an

instrument that I know more intimately than any other could know.

"That I would reach forth and grip it irresistibly, this devotion

from your heart. Not just for a prize or a trophy, but for a

lifetime. To polish you to a brilliant shine, allow you to know the

joy of an absolute trust. To do it not with illusions or smoke, but

to do it with substance and style, character and cause.

That I could clutch your heart within my hands gracefully, that it

would never slip away, for it would never want to. That I could

handle it, polish it, protect it, for 100 years, so that even when

my hands are old, they still hold your heart masterfully, still fit

your contours. So I could see your devotion in all its brilliance

and strength. That you could curl up and rest safely in my hands.

This is what I want from you the very most.

so that perhaps, then, I might dare

to offer my absolute devotion as well...

[karma pures]

I love all of your short stories  :wub: can you write any about like the first time a guy and a girl meet and how amazing it was  you dont have to i was just wondering if you could thanks.

[Ow 3 Hit]

I love all of your short stories  :wub: can you write any about like the first time a guy and a girl meet and how amazing it was    you dont have to i was just wondering if you could thanks.

The noisy bar clattered around me, but I stayed by myself a while. My shipmates were sparsely scattered around the place, laughing it up with the locals. I would have been too, were she not so heavy on my heart tonight. I normally would have opted for a margarita, lime being one of my simplest pleasures. It was also the first drink I had, sitting across from her. But I opted for a Brazilian wine, its unique taste of grape reminding me of what must have been the hottest night of my life.

Just off Casino way, my fingers slowly flipped a red 5 dollar chip. I had not won it here, but rather, it was from her. I carried it as surely as I carried the memory of her, light but solid, easy to keep, hard to break. If only keeping her would be so easy.

I thought back to when we first met. We were friendly. She let me share some of my writing with her. She didn’t always have great eloquence in response, but she always had that smile that said much more, a sweetness in her eyes. But life didn’t allow me to cross her path often, and I was always too busy to realize her fully. Until that night she invited me out.

I couldn’t remember her looking so good ever before. She was beautiful to the point of distraction. She tucked her hair behind her earring, and smiled like she had before, but this time it was different. We tried to watch a movie that night, but to this day, I never have actually seen it. She curled up next to me, leaning back into my chest. I touched her hair, as it seemed to beg me to do, and she reached up to hold my hand there. The chemistry between us flooded the room unmistakably, but we said nothing, perhaps not wanting to disrupt it. The only thing I could do...

was kiss her.

Devastating. My hand glided across her face, and gratitude caressed me, even as her hand did in return. Thinking back to her now, in the island bay, I could only compare it to the Brazilian wine we had shared. I took a sip, and closed my eyes, recalling her young lips pressed to mine. She pulled in closer to me, and I to her. The movie was forgotten, as the energy between us dominated our senses.

We became lovers alone together in the dark, that night. Her eyes glistened with certainty and apprehension, as I moved to delve into our desire. There was no talk, no confusion, no doubt. I sipped from my glass again tonight, as I remembered drinking from hers. She was young and strong, and nothing short of luscious. I sometimes had to stop and simply run my hands across her body, as though to devour her. I pressed my face into her skin and inhaled, breathing her in, savoring her.

We spent the next day sipping coffee, before we ventured out into the rain. We laughed and cursed as we tried to follow a nearby river to the sea, only to discover we had gone inland, fooled by the rain. We took pictures at the docks when we finally reached them, marred by all the moisture.

It was so easy, with her. She was so generous, I could only be the same. She lit a fire, both in the fireplace that night, and between us, inviting me to unspoken intimacy. The night dissolved into even more passion than the first, as we couldn’t resist, and didn’t try. Quite the opposite, we pushed harder, slower, stronger, sweeter, both in shock from how wildly hot it was, still replacing words with kisses, dodging the inevitable.

Too soon, I had to go.

I would be back, I promised, but I had not yet been. Perhaps she would come to see me, we speculated, but she had not. The little round chip slid through my fingers, much as she had. I wondered where she was tonight. I liked to remember the look in her eyes between our kisses, it was really something special. Perhaps the image would stay with me forever, regardless of my wishes.

I had sailed away, under endless constellations. The flags of the ship were flown as they always were, not mindful of any port, or of the stars, only of the wind that directed them. We had been careful not to use the word love, lest we be anchored where we must not. Yet still, I had not forgotten, and I always had wanted to believe it could endure. With her, I had not even the chance to find out.

On the island of Catalina, I sat quietly amidst the noise little longer. The town of Avalon was named after a mythical place of healing, but there was only one thing that could soothe me tonight. I uttered a few words, privy only to me and the wine glass, as I finished it. I missed her intensely. I could still feel her.

I dug out the other coins from my pocket, trying not to catch my bracelet, the one that reminded me of the silver chain she wore. I headed for the phone. While I was yet far away, she felt close.

It was time to call her.

hoping more than I would admit

to see her again....

[MikeQ]

I'm not so into the romance stuff. I enjoy satirical work such as Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift.

Not that romance doesn't take skill to write, I just don't get much out of it.

[Ikz]

january's come and passed

the snow is gone, the blades of grass

sprout out to shine like shards of glass

the possibilities are vast

I hope i'll never come to surpass

the spell of love which i have cast

the future's coming, soon and fast

i hope that we will always last

[Ow 3 Hit]

january's come and passed

the snow is gone, the blades of grass

sprout out to shine like shards of glass

the possibilities are vast

I hope i'll never come to surpass

the spell of love which i have cast

the future's coming, soon and fast

i hope that we will always last

Extremely simple, yet nice.

[lild4rkb0w]

My brother could write rap battle lyrics pretty good, also won contests on the internet.

I suck at it though, wish I could ;).

you are my man crush

its like lulz u make me blush

Id like that published plz

[Ultra]

A lot of faggotry going on in this topic. Fits the creator :)

[Ow 3 Hit]

A lot of faggotry going on in this topic. Fits the creator :)

FITS EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO POSTS IN SUCH A FAGGOTRY TOPIC!

[lild4rkb0w]

Hey you cant say faggot unless your gay

you faggots

[karma pures]

ow 3 hit i have to say i have read all the short stories and thanks for writing what i told you to thanks alot it was brilliant like all the others you really do have a talent  :)

[Ikz]

january's come and passed

the snow is gone, the blades of grass

sprout out to shine like shards of glass

the possibilities are vast

I hope i'll never come to surpass

the spell of love which i have cast

the future's coming, soon and fast

i hope that we will always last

Extremely simple, yet nice.

made it up on a card I gave for a 6 months present  :victory:

[karma pures]

im not gonna lie but this is one of my favorite topics  <3

[Austin|Vile Maul]

Deeeeep

[Ow 3 Hit]

....This topic is worthy of the bump.

[HADUKEN]

roses are red

your waffle is blue

get it sorted or no sex for you

[Ko From Dds]

OLD SCHOOL MO FUCA

[gfdgfd]

....This topic is worthy of the bump.

Not really.