Does anyone here write poetry at all as an outlet to release your emotions? If you want, post one of your poems because I would love to read it and I'm sure others would too! :wave: :wave: :wave:

Do dirty limericks count?

;)

Originally posted by TJL
Do dirty limericks count?;) If that was a joke, FUNNY!!! If not a joke, NO!!! :happyface :happyface :happyface

I wrote limericks about smokin weed, birds getting shot, and how gay arizona is for homework when i was hyper hehe. It got me a C in english. To release my feelings i type up like 3 pages of crap thats on my mind, print it out and read when im boreded

AH sometimes....... LOL. I did write a 2 page poem about my spanish teacher... got a 100 on it! :D. LOL!

What about haikus?

Sure, why not?!?! Let me broaden the question -- who writes? :wave:

Originally posted by Jordan
Sure, why not?!?! Let me broaden the question -- who writes? :wave:

haha, like I said. ME! ((Maybe i'll post my poem.. if anyone will read it! LOL!))

Originally posted by Jordan
Sure, why not?!?! Let me broaden the question -- who writes? :wave:

I write stories, but I suck at writing poems.

Originally posted by Jenny

I write stories, but I suck at writing poems. Yeah, I was the same way. But over the past couple months, I started writing more and more and poetry has become A LITTLE easier. A little. :happyface :happyface :happyface

Originally posted by Teddys_Gurl


haha, like I said. ME! ((Maybe i'll post my poem.. if anyone will read it! LOL!))

post it , ill read it!!

here is a song dedicated to Chris and Catilyn... goes along w/ "London bridges falling down"

My name is Amanda
Amanda
Amanda
I am 18 yeras old
Officially an adult
I live in an apartment
apartmnet
apartmnet
i live in ana partment
and I get on my computer
I go to the boards
to the boards
to the boards
I go to the boards
and hate Chris and Cat's eye rolling
I MAKE ANTI EYE ROLLING CLUBS
ANTI CLUBS
ANTI CLUBS
I MAKE ANTI EYE ROLLING CLUBS
DOWN WITH THE EYE ROLLING
KS AND KARLI
AND KARLI
AND KARLI
KS AND KARLI
ARE SOOOO ON MY SIDE!!!!!

*bows* THank Thank you!!!

Originally posted by Jordan
Yeah, I was the same way. But over the past couple months, I started writing more and more and poetry has become A LITTLE easier. A little.
How's about a sample?

Originally posted by JoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJo


post it , ill read it!!

here is a song dedicated to Chris and Catilyn... goes along w/ "London bridges falling down"

My name is Amanda
Amanda
Amanda
I am 18 yeras old
Officially an adult
I live in an apartment
apartmnet
apartmnet
i live in ana partment
and I get on my computer
I go to the boards
to the boards
to the boards
I go to the boards
and hate Chris and Cat's eye rolling
I MAKE ANTI EYE ROLLING CLUBS
ANTI CLUBS
ANTI CLUBS
I MAKE ANTI EYE ROLLING CLUBS
DOWN WITH THE EYE ROLLING
KS AND KARLI
AND KARLI
AND KARLI
KS AND KARLI
ARE SOOOO ON MY SIDE!!!!!

*bows* THank Thank you!!!

Wait Chris and who? :lol: SPELL IT RIGHT!

Drumroll Please! *drumroll* Heeeeeeeeeere's my poem!

A Day In The Life Of Señor McAuliffe
By Caitlin B**** ((hehe, sorry folks))

I wake up in the morning and open my closet and look for a tie,
a tie that my students would be most amused by.
I get dressed and ready and kiss mi esposa good-bye for the day,
I get ready to work and earn my week's pay.
I get in my car and start the drive to work,
prepared for the highway and the 5 AM traffic jerks.
I have on my red wig and big black glasses,
and I turn to look at the drivers reaction each time a car passes.
I finally pull into the Hingham Middle School parking lot,
I finish drinking the coffee that I bought.
Into the building I walk and straight into my homeroom, room 129.
I glance at the clock and realize I made great time.
I notice the flowers on the desk for Teacher Appreciation Day and begin to think,
Ah, my wife would love them! I'll just say I bought them for her! Yes, I know, I'm a fink.
Soon the busses unload and the students pour in,
I know that this is another day that won't be borin'.
Homeroom begins and ends and the school day finally gets under way,
I teach my classes, periods A-D, and then get a break, the first of the day.
My break is for lunch, but today it's for lunch duty.
I grab my apple and my banana, my lunch always consists of something fruity.
I stand in front of the snack line,
making sure that students don't cut and make the kids behind them wait for some more time.
I push the trash cans around to the tables as the lunch period comes to an close,
I dismiss the tables row after row.
I sigh because my lunch duty for the day is done,
so I head to teach my next class,F period, Oh what fun!
I enter the room and stand at the door,
prepared to greet each kid and try not to be a bore.
I remind them that for the whole class period they must speak Español,
to have no one speak English for the fourth term is my goal.
Even though I know that that won't happen and some kids have spoken English,

I still hold on to it every year as my wish.
I walk around with my ears open in case I do hear someone slip up.
And when I do, I smile and say, "Paga!" And they put a penny into the cup.
For you see when a student speaks English in the forth term, I make them pay,
It's just a penny and in the end it comes back to fund for the end-of-the-year-party.
It's just a little way, to make the students get used to speaking the language, that I tried.
It's time, yet again, to quiz my students. "¿Como se dice....... beside?"
the hands shoot up, "Oh, al lado! Al lado!"
And once again I am insulted by a student, my reply, "Senorita Jocelyn, ten cuidado!"
I must laugh as she ridicules me, I'm used to it. It happens everyday!
But silently I think of her grade for the day, "F!" Nah, wait........ J/K!
Suddenly the bell rings, "Oh no! I have talked the whole period once more!"
I scramble to pass out the homework sheet and say "Adios," as the kids crowd out the door.
Once that period is over, I can relax. The day at HMS is over and all done!
But the day at Hingam High School has just begun.
I get into my car and make the short drive to HHS.
My next job is to coach some sport teams, and they are the best.
They practice and they practice and I coach and I teach,
Until we're worn out and would rather be sitting on the beach.
I say good-bye to them as well and get ready for the drive home,
I get into my car and prepare for the drive alone.
I look back down at the flowers sitting on the passengers seat,
I just know that my wife will see them and think I am oh so neat.
I smile again and start up the car, I pull out of the lot and start to drive
Pleased with myself that I got out of HMS today alive!
But than I think about something and am full of sorrow,
I MUST FACE THOSE KIDS AGAIN TOMORROW!

And that is it, a day in the life of Kevin McAuliffe, Spanish teacher extraordinaire!
Oh yeah did I mention, I also have no hair!







((It was written for english class and we had to write a poem from another person's point of view. And everything in thats true, the wig, the glasses, the plant, no hair... and every damn day his lunch is a apple and a bananna! I swear to God. Ok....... soooo, you like?))

I used to write poems in the 5th grade. My mother found them one day when she was spying on me and threw them away because they were to depressing. Now I don't write poems anymore just normal stories and keep them on my computer so my mother can't throw them away.

TV Haiku

by TJL, a poet who doesn't know it...


Oh, those Gilmore Girls,
They trade such witty banter.
Please God, make them stop!

i do soemtimes wehn i really mad at some one or sumthing like that if i shopwed anyone m poetry they would think i'm a freak...i don't write bout stuff most ppl would even think about in there entire lives(not ina gross way) but if anyone read it adn understood it...god damn it i would love them... but the stuff i write boutis really deep adn dark...for the bounds of hell type stuff... i'm kinda of a goth poet...i drink cofee like a beatnik :lol: well i do... i wear black... what do you guyz concider a goth person? i'm not nice don't care bout a lot love the color black...drink cofee :lol: love gore ...well if ya wanna no more bout me ask kaitlyn (joyce)i don't no lot bout me..she can tell ya stuff that i wouldn't even know about me

I don't feel like goin back and quoting.....

Caitlin....lmao!

((It was written for english class and we had to write a poem from another person's point of view. And everything in thats true, the wig, the glasses, the plant, no hair... and every damn day his lunch is a apple and a bananna! I swear to God. Ok....... soooo, you like?)) [/B][/QUOTE]



:lol: ...i liked it.

I sometimes write poems about religion and nature.:)

This is a haiku I wrote about Cindy Snow from Three's Company:

Cindy Snow is cool,
even though people say not,
I wish they's hush.

I'm bad at haikus but I was trying to make one bout TC

Yup, I write some poetry....

this is called "Memoirs from the Greene" its still in rough form but id love to know what you guys think of it...

Memoirs of a sheltered youth...
in shelter of the oak and pine,
Sunshine days and cricket nights,
but a passing dream of mine.
For...

There was music in the ivy,
and dew in the frost.
The sonnet of the homeland,
that can never be lost.

The shrouded fields that lay beneath,
the crystaled ebony sky.
The mystics stars and heavens truth,
Where we struggled to reach the light.

There was music in the ivy,
and dew in the frost.
The sonnet of the homeland,
that can never be lost.

The river ran by hill and trees,
falling through the valley slow.
The wooden bridge and gliding stream,
where the rivers ebb and flow.

There was music in the ivy,
and dew in the frost.
The sonnet of the homeland,
that can never be lost.

The midday sun held strong and pale,
a vision of the pure strife,
The green grass deep beneath footsteps,
were the whispers of our life.

There was music in the ivy,
and dew in the frost.
The sonnet of the homeland,
that can never be lost.

The berry groves in fullest bloom,
and orchard rich with fruits,
This hidden treasure on the greene,
where we found stable roots.

There was music in the ivy,
and dew in the frost.
The sonnet of the homeland,
that can never be lost.




~cara~