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I'm going to make another poem with no title...lol

We grin, we cry, we frown
We have our ups and downs...
But all the while,
Some laugh, some smile...

Later on it's but a memory...

Why doesn't it hurt,
When a memory is left in the dirt?
Why don't all of us cry,
When memories leave and die?

And memories come and go....


Yeah...it's not that good...>< Not like I spent an hour or something on it...

Nice! I likies

Thanks. ^^

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Sometimes all we see is what we want,
And what we hear is what we'd like to,
We don't listen to what others say
And we do what we wanna do

But this must end,
We must see within
Beneath the outer shell,
To he who has stumbled once before
And experienced a living hell.

If we listened carefully,
To lessons smartly told,
Maybe life would be much easier,
And the world might not've been so cold

Take great heed, my humans dear
To the words I speak right now,
For someday you may need this knowledge
For you are not a cow

You are a human...There's not always a reason to kill other humans...

Kind of a stupid poem, sorry...I'm only a kid so this might not be very well put together...lol

... here is my poem... About my dead bestfriend I just wrote

By my side you stand,
You hear me you see me,
But i dont hear you or see you,
you feel my pain,
you feel my soul,
you touch my heart,
you touch my life,
I close my eyes.....
Your gone,
only a mear Image reamins,
only your beautiful smile,
stuck in my head,
I weep...In my lonelyness.

I love this one!!!!

you guys should seriously consider submitting some of your poems to Teen Ink Magazine. Just a thought for all you who are inerested.

http://www.teenink.com

I just made it up. 10 minutes, whew!


Wind So Kind

A Whisper flows
Through the Tree tops green
Yet only heard
And never seen

And from a Leaf
There does fall
A clear Dew droplet
So young and small

Into the River
A mighty Stream
The droplet hits
Unheard but seen

It tis the Wind
And she does weep
For longing thoughts
Clear and simple longing thoughts
From her mind do seep

She has no purpose
She can't be found
Only heard
As she moves around

And so she weeps
A single tear
Of golden Sunlight
Pure and clear

And the Mountain spoke
Unto the Wind
He tells of kindess
And she listens to him

He says she's beautyful
But not because he sees
He says she's beautiful
Because of streams and trees

How she makes them sway and blow
And they whisper thanks for her bestow
For she was gentle, sweet, and fine
And braught out their voices, while they were mimes

The stream then thanked her
As did the sun
And the flowers and trees
Joined in the hum

And to the Wind, the mountain did tell
Your voice you needn't find
You have had it all along
Because you were fair, and kind

Sorry, I didn't mean offense. (Yes, this is blacky, sorry for changing my username...I just needed to...)


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Who are you?

Who are you?
I don't even recognize your face
Or your new expressions
I know you smoke
I know you drink
And this has put me in a depression

Who are you?
What have you become?
Do you think I wouldn't know?
Did you believe I was dumb?

Well no, not with something like this
I always lie awake and try to forget it
But it haunts me, taunts me,
Never leaves me alone
Not untill the moment that I see you come home

You used to be there,
To pick me up when I fell,
Well now you're doing drugs
And you're heading to hell

So before you do something you regret,
Before you pick up that cigarette
Girl you better not forget
Who you are

You are my sister and it pains me oh so much
To see you harming yourself
For no reason at all
Girl, you're making a mistake
With no reason for you to fall

So remember who you are...

......This is just a poem I wrote...I just wanted to rhyme, since I find rhymes so catchy...ya' know...
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Entry #12: ADAD

Barter Not With a Dragon
I was going to lose a bet
with my fellow dragon friend.
I couldn't afford to lose this bet,
or my reputation'd end.

And so I took a daring risk,
I tried to steal and cheat.
With the odds within my favor,
there'd be no way I'd be beat.

At first it was so easy
so I did it all about.
I tried to hard to press my luck
'till my dragon friend found out.

I've just lost a bet
and paid down to my core.
Don't ever try to cheat someone;
you'll pay up ten times more

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WHA-HA-HA-HA!!! Pathetic, isn't it?! ^^/

Beautful, it really discribes who you are fantastic job, im looking forword to reading more.

Beautful, I love all your poems and everytime im exited to see you put another one, because your work is fantastic.

Ok, let me think.........................

The Hunt
By Spirit_wolf12

Ears perked, ready to run
yet the exitement of hunting
has just begun.
Wolves howling, calling to their buds
chasing a bull moose just because
the pack is hungry, nothing yet,
The wolves running, they're all set
To bring down the prey, to eat their fill,
to then just sit around and mill
but until then,
the joy of hunting will never end.

Uhhhmmm this is kinda wierd but everyone says im a good writer... i think its horrable.... i just always write poems about wolves and wolf spirits and stuff like that...

Spirit Dreams:
By: Whitewolf
Deep in the wilderness,
The mountain sleep,
All is quiet,
exept the flowing creek,
There is a stirr,
and a spirit is walking out,
In to the night,
Into the moonlight,
The spirit is there Howling,
No one may hear,
She is lost from her heart,
And is shedding a tear,
As she moves on the wind,
Howling her howls,
There is an answer,
out on the prowl,
She is moving quickly,
carelessly,
and alast,
She has met her mate,
Who has night eyes of vast,
They howl together,
In thier spirits' dream,
And the creek,
Is now,
A stream,

Uhhhmmm this is kinda wierd but everyone says im a good writer... i think its horrable.... i just always write poems about wolves and wolf spirits and stuff like that...

Spirit Dreams: * Wolf souls the poem*
By: Whitewolf
Deep in the wilderness,
The mountain sleep,
All is quiet,
exept the flowing creek,
There is a stirr,
and a spirit is walking out,
In to the night,
Into the moonlight,
The spirit is there Howling,
No one may hear,
She is lost from her heart,
And is shedding a tear,
A wolf on wind,
Howls alone,
For she is a wolf soul,
Her memo is,
Wolf souls.... the peom....

Uhhhmmm this is kinda wierd but everyone says im a good writer... i think its horrable.... i just always write poems about wolves and wolf spirits and stuff like that...

Spirit Dreams: * Wolf souls the poem*
By: Whitewolf
Deep in the wilderness,
The mountain sleep, All is quiet,exept the flowing creek, There is a stirr, and a spirit is walking out,In to the night,Into the moonlight, The spirit isthere Howling,No one may hear,She is lost from her heart,And is shedding a tear,A wolf on wind, Howls alone,For she is a wolf soul,Her memo is, Wolf souls.... the peom....