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Post by aj on May 9, 2004 3:44:50 GMT -5
Write a poem using one, two or all of these following phrases: the rough bark of a treesomber memories unfold awake and alive |
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Post by melissa16 on May 9, 2004 12:36:23 GMT -5
the rough bark of the tree
scratches against the memories unfolding
the memories being made
whilst alive and awake...
sorrow flies away
upon a golden swallow
to the summer again...
evading the cold
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Post by melissa16 on May 9, 2004 12:38:05 GMT -5
sorry for posting all these stupid poems! but im really enjoying myself! cool challenge...
bye
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Post by aj on May 9, 2004 21:59:28 GMT -5
Ok. Do I have to make it a rule not to call your work stupid? LOL. Don't make me get Jaysie up in here!  I thought it was a great effort. Good for you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. -AJ |
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Post by Jaysie on May 13, 2004 10:11:41 GMT -5
THAT SHOULD DEFINITELY BE A RULE!! And anyone who breaks it should be sent to a penalty box forum where they have to type "I will not call myself stupid. I will not call myself stupid...." 1000 times. Melissa, consider yourself warned! lol!
AJ, I'm under a huge deadline (biggest research conferenve of the year). I promise to catch up on all the new challenges next week. They really do get me motivated!
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Post by aj on May 13, 2004 10:20:28 GMT -5
It is all good, Jaysie. Take your sweet time. There's no need in rushing it. In the meantime I'll brow beat the newbie, Melissa here. LOL!
-AJ
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Post by melissa16 on May 15, 2004 5:17:58 GMT -5
Now i'd love to say i'm looking forward to that...*runs for cover*...
thanks for the motivation,lol, tho if you make me type ANYTHING out....be warned! (copy and paste-whoohoo!!)
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Post by Jaysie on Jun 7, 2004 11:01:56 GMT -5
tho if you make me type ANYTHING out....be warned! (copy and paste-whoohoo!!) yeah, it sure isn't as tough as writing it out on the chalkboard these days! |
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Post by Danielle6500 on Jul 15, 2004 10:46:23 GMT -5
I stare at the rough bark of a tree
Where we once carved our names in a heart
Somber memories unfold
Of how we swore we'd never be apart
Now you're gone, I'm here alone
I've never felt so cold
The tree looks different, so do I
Everything's getting so old
I stare at the tree, begin to cry
And scream out into the woods
Why'd he leave me, why'd you take him
Why'd he have to die?
Since that day, I never thought
I'd feel awake and alive again
And still today, I am convinced
My broken heart will not mend.
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Post by Jaysie on Jul 15, 2004 16:43:12 GMT -5
/hugs dani  |
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Post by Danielle6500 on Jul 15, 2004 22:55:28 GMT -5
thanks jaysie but it's fictional... at least for me, i'm sure there's someone out there who belongs to that harsh reality  |
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Post by HaikuArtist on May 8, 2005 14:44:55 GMT -5
That's me... Except with the tree carving, woods, the him, and the dieing... Make it SHE leaving me then coming back... Broke my heart... But we made up  HaikuArtist P.S. Ok, so maybe the poem isn't like me at all...  |
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