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Location: Canada
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Welcome To Page By Page Poetry Club. I was recently working on an assignment for English class, and reading the graalians forums at the same time (Multitasking ftw :3) when a thought stuck me. Why does graalians not have poetry forum in the creative corner yet? The answer is honestly idk :$. Well, anyways. I have decided to create a poetry club where everyone is welcome to display their work. Anything is acceptable, whether you want to post a rhyme, a haiku, maybe even a free verse its up to you. Here you will be able to receive constructive comments and criticism; or CnC for short. Make sure to include the name of your poem ;D Rules: It's very simple. Unless you have permission... DO NOT EVER take someones work and use it as your own. DO NOT take phrases/ lines from other's poems. And DO NOT bash other's work. Enjoy ^.^ My Poems: Poem Title: The Unknown Poem: [UNFINISHED] Looking in the mirror, Transfixed on what I can see. Life is so much clearer, But what does it mean for me. Worry in my eyes longing to be seen, Hoping that my soul once again comes clean. Until then I am just another lost one, Stuck farther in-between. Some say we are lost souls waiting to be found, Hiding in those scary places pacing round and round. Waiting there to be noticed, But not to make a sound. Some say we are lost souls, Waiting.
Last edited by Shukie; 02-03-2012 at 04:35 AM.
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Registered rufp4
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I like that poem
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Join Date: Sep 2011
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Poem I just made up when thinking about Herb p2p, the latest person to leave graal for college, and I thought about it and made up this little poem. Every creator of worlds will know and fear, That fated day of ends as it draws near, When fantasy crumbles to the cruel, hard, truth, When faded ink is their only existence's proof, When free-time is something you can't afford, You abandon realms visited only when bored, When fictitious worlds get drowned by your life, Your own creations and characters are frozen in strife, The day that we abandon all quests and forget all sins, That fateful day....that college begins. |
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Join Date: Dec 2011
Location: Blacksburg, Virginia
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My English teacher doesn't believe In rhyming. Anyhow, I am a published writer, you might find me in a book. And my name is Chris Cerne. Don't ask why I call myself Shawn spencer. |
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GunsAdmin
Join Date: Dec 2011
Location: Melbourne, Australia
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Lolz jayy i remember attempting to help you finish that poem XD, dunno if i succeeded :3 i just remember the poem cause you made me read it like 100 times to help you with a line ^~^.
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wow great poem!
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IEra Sparrer & GFX'er
Join Date: Nov 2011
Location: England
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nice poem
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