A fork of Rural Dictionary
A short story or mere gathering of words written with feeling, often foreshadowing an underlying theme or emotion.Poems do NOT require any specific punctuation or format.Can be used to convey a certain mood to the reader, making it as if the reader is experiencing the written text. Poems also normally have strong emotional impact on those who gratefully understand good literature.
Positive poem: I look at the world gratefully Yes our world. The one others think of as dull I see as pure beauty. From the squirrel on the ground To the lone drifting cloud. Beautiful each and every thing In its own unique way Negative poem: Why am I here? Why must I suffer? What have I done To deserve being Left here? Alone. In a sea of people So many people Careless people. Was it me? Is it my fault? Have I done something Wrong? Have I forgotten A past deed undone? Who knows. But for now I am stuck. In this world. Why am I here? Psychotic poem: What's this? A bug. A small little thing. No importance? No purpose? Wrong. How do we know this bug is not The almighty? How do we know that all that is Anything in this world Isn't just a figment Of this bugs Imagination? No. We know not of where We came from. We can only hypothesize. Think. Dream. Be gone small bug. For if I take your life Who knows what could happen To the world? Be gone bug. Be gone. By the way these are all 100% ORIGINAL poems written by me... Just now. ッ
A short thing that rhymes and is either corny,sweet,or bithcy
Roses are red Violets are blue I was in love, but not with you You thought you hurt me, made me cry But I was in love with another guy You told me you loved me, but that wasn't true But guess what PIMP, I played you too! =) This is a good poem!
A group of words phrazed together to create a peice of writing. Generally, it is short, but a poem can be anything that shows something--a feeling...a sound...a color...a thought... Most of them rhyme, but some don't. People sometimes have poetry slams, in which people read these poems aloud.
LOVE POEM: Love The saddest thing I see— People who walk, not knowing where they are Wanderers, dropped on this earth by mistake Empty eyes, like pebbles, dropped in a lake. They see only images A dim outline in the fog of appearance. Like words that you’ve said so many times they have no meaning These people are just clones With shadows of who they could have been. Of whom they are not. Is there a cure for those who do not care? Is there a way to save all of the lonely people of this world who don’t know who they are? Is there a way to help the people who don’t know they need it? Yes. The cure? The cure is love. By Nono (me)
A measuring stick for the depth of one’s heart.
A poem: "Handshake" "He comes to shake my hand; locking my palm in a grip of iron. One can only wonder why he chooses to hold me so firmly; in what is such a powerful vice of muscle and flesh? Is it my hand he intends to crush with this brutal grasp? Or is it the aspirations he believes I still hold for his woman? Could it be more? Could he actually be so foolish as to think it even possible to crush my very love for her with only but his fingers? HA!! Such is the reasoning of this simple fool. Let me assure you my friend, both hands and more will break before that day!"
A great way for angst-ridden teens to vent their emotions using eloquent language and heart-wrenching content.
Poems don't usually include sarcasm, do they?