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Post by aj on May 12, 2005 20:35:02 GMT -5
Write a poem of any kind describing yourself without using the words: me, I, or myself. Please add your work as a reply to this thread. Good Luck! -AJ  |
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Post by Jaysie on May 19, 2005 8:11:47 GMT -5
omg, what a challenge. i'm like a two-year-old. every other word i say is "me me me!"
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Post by aj on May 21, 2005 18:57:06 GMT -5
Haha! Well I got the idea and now I can't think of anything. I've been blocked for so long. I hope I haven't forgotten how to write or something. Heh-heh. I'm actually still working on this. Nice to hear from you ma' dear. -AJ |
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Post by melissa16 on Sept 24, 2005 3:37:07 GMT -5
she is short with curly hair and full lips she is afraid of being alone she is the wrong friend your parents warn you about but she is innocence herself she likes to play she likes to paint and draw and run away she laughs and gets away each time she knows that, eventually she'll be fine this life she's living is her state of mind she doesnt believe in second chances but she's living proof they exist she wishes she was better she wants the one day when the confusion goes away but she laughs and all is right she is writing she is reeling she is feeling she is shy  |
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Post by aj on Sept 25, 2005 9:24:21 GMT -5
Excellent! I'm glad someone came up with something. -AJ |
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Post by Jaysie on Oct 12, 2005 12:16:16 GMT -5
i love the ending! awesome job, lis!
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Post by korngurl1984 on Jan 21, 2007 1:36:08 GMT -5
Big and full of Beauty she is
Shy yet outspoken
Hurt and cowardly she strays from the pack
Crying on the inside
Smiling to the rest of you
Alone she feels with life passing her by
The chooses she choose were her own
But deserves to have a peaceful life
She tries
Yet falls to the ground
Puts faith into her lover
And down she falls to the ground again
Okay I tried ;D
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Post by Elisha on Feb 10, 2008 0:14:54 GMT -5
A girl sits shy, but confident.
Alone, she watches in amusement
They who are unaware of her silent critique.
A modest smile adorns her lips.
Her eyes, two restless stars,
Stolen from the night sky,
Hidden in the face of a silent angel.
Can a deeper soul be found
On this world or another?
Only the seraphs know for sure,
But they are silent too.
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Post by Char on Aug 20, 2010 15:21:12 GMT -5
When she was born,
there was something different
about her....
She felt it always but
did not know what it was...or why...
She did not behave at all
like other children with their mischief...
But instead observed from within--
though at the same time
outwardly---
no one knew how she felt...
as she grew up.
In a room full of people
She feels alone...
Her inner feelings
so apart from the rest...
She smiles and loves and no one
is the wiser...
Except SHE knows that...
she's different...
But she has now come to realize
that it's alright...
Because NOW she knows that
She's a daughter of the most high G-D...
HE has since opened her eyes...
And NOW she belongs... to Him...
HALLELU-YAH!!!!
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theendlessdream
brand, spanking new
Love me for who I am, but hate yourself for what you lost.
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Post by theendlessdream on Aug 27, 2010 19:28:01 GMT -5
She hides behind her psudo smile.
Never has she been absent from the emotional pain.
Her mind tries to think away the unhappiness, mile by mile.
No bother, her world will always be the same.
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Post by Char on Aug 29, 2010 18:08:36 GMT -5
That is so sad Endlessdream..... Is there no light in your world?
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theendlessdream
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Love me for who I am, but hate yourself for what you lost.
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Post by theendlessdream on Sept 4, 2010 21:52:36 GMT -5
No, not really. My life is very dark.
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Post by jujubee on Oct 12, 2010 6:24:49 GMT -5
To be the expression of one's genes
plus memories
What does it mean?
Here to be always wandering
With dreams of light feet
and a mind finally free
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Post by patriciamay on Feb 19, 2014 22:34:22 GMT -5
Challenge - (Write a poem of any kind describing yourself without using the words: me, I, or myself.)
shy timid in a way that makes
the blood warm, beating as it pumps
the words from the finger tips
creating it's own world - to live in
or dream of, the stars tell the story
of the fish fighting and the destruction
of the wine being poured on the ground
kinda like patchouli with a touch of lavender
splashing in the water, - hate being the lender
always looking for the one to put it all together
interpreted by the environment, without making a sound
the wind blows where it listens to the rose
bleeding in tune, hoping not to find any lumps
pink is the favorite color, - still hating sin
hoping beautiful words pour from the lips
always trying to lose that extra pound
the outdoors and many lakes
pretty lame and not very gory
can make many cakes
enjoyed playing with the salamander
still hoping to be found
not picking nose
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