Writing I'm not a poet, I surely know it

[zidane11]

We have an assignment in my class and we have to memorize a poem and describe it. I was just wondering if anyone wanted to share a poem that I would be able to recite. It's not like I'm taking any credit for it. If you want I can put youre name on it or just leave it at anonymous. We aren't supposed to write our own, just find one and memorize.

[SIZE=3][COLOR=blue]She never said that it has to be a famous poem!!![/COLOR] [/SIZE]

[gouf]

go to otaku poetery my friend I got ou of doing a test because of it

[Geist]

You could go to [url]www.poetry.com[/url] and search by: Unsworth Richard. And see if you like the poem I posted there. Good luck describing it though.

[RicoTranzrig]

Or you can always check "Today's Poem" if she'll accept short ones...

[Sere Tuscumbia]

If you want a poem to do, recite "The Jabberwock" by . . . oh jesus, I forgot his name . . .

I'll edit this later when I get home (In other words, post the poem)

[Mitch]

[color=red]well, you can use any of mine of your choosing if you would like here's one

Eye Soul
Within everyone's eyes there is a story of the times
within everyone's eyes you can see a glimpse of individuality
an understanding of them deep down inside their minds
within everyone's eyes you can see a sparkle of intuition from the core
you can see the plagues paining
the kindness shinning
the eyes truly are a view into the soul
and that view only seems to grow the longer you know someone
and then grows to be so much more
when you look into someone's eyes, it just seems so easy to emphasize
view their mind in understanding declare
but still yet not know enough to pursue a curiosity of their emotion
try to understand their deep ocean
our eyes are only an impression
an impression of only a view of a mask
the rest is hidden away until that mask is pierced
then the real person is shown
deep under that mask

You can tell them my name or whatever I don't care. Or, you can use the one on my signature, that one is much shorter and (probably) easier to remember. It's your choice.[/color]

[Basketcase]

Here's one of my poems. I can't find my favourite one, so here's another

Poetry

Poetry is the silence that screams out inside you. It is a green sky and blue grass. It is bright darkness and the colour in a black and white picture. It is the smiling face of sorrow and the one sharp note in a flat tune. It is the chees and onion crisp in the packet of salt and vinegar. It is the mute talking to his deaf wife and the doq with no legs crossing the street. It is the sun shining in the middle of the night and the moon appearing as you leave for school. It is the flying ostrich and the penguin with a fear of water. It is the dead talking a break from life and the living taking a break from death. It is the pessimistic optimist, who thinks that the glass is half full but the water's dirty. It is an atheists' God and a christians doubt.
Poetry is everything it shouldn't be.

(it's a prose poem in case you're wondering)

And another...

Break is at Eleven

The hand on the clock,
Moves steadily towards eleven.
I pray that it will stop,
But the seconds fly past.
Closer and closer.
Always moving, never slowing.
The hand on the clock,
Moves steadily towards eleven.
Time is always against me.
It speeds up when I say stop.
Takes a break when I say go.
The hand on the clock reaches eleven.
Time points a finger and laughs.
I walk out the door to face the taunting and the teasing...

And finally, one that I'm writing right now:

Death doesn't end the pain

As I sit in the corner
darkness floods my mind
It pushes away all the light,
All my hopes, all my dreams

I sit in the corner
crying bloody tears.
From the eye of the storm
everything looks worse

The pain dwells in my heart,
In the very depths of my soul.
There is only one way out,
One way to end it all.

As I close my eyes for the last time,
As I feel the life leaking out of my wrists.
I realise, too late
That the pain doesn't end here.

~Basketcase~

(and no, I'm not thinking suicidal thoughts!)