MagiStream

Thats very good! I like it!!! Here is mine

More then you would know
haha, you think that was true
More lies then the eye could see
giggle if only you knew





Dont ask me about that poem, i just thought about it

I like it. It's not bad if that's what you were thinking. Let me do one now!

Roses

Red melting into a pink shade,
While in cracks, shadows are made.
To the wind the flower dances and sways,
They plot to take it all away,
to turn to night, instead of day.
Beauty is simply born to amaze,
Except when they glimpse the pools shade.
If you think about it it's both light and dark,
Especially when you examine it, part from part.

Roses is nice! Although I didn't particularly get the message- are the roses supposed to be evil or something? I get that impression from the word 'plot', but I don't see that idea reinforced throughout the rest of the poem, if the idea was meant to be there at all.

And a weird one of mine:

It is heaven
as you bite into the freshly baked dough
chocolate chips melting, the cookie crumbling
into a delightful sensation within your mouth.

The salesgirl smiles"I see you like it, [Sir(or] Madam)
Would you like to buy some of our cookies?
We are selling them for charity-"

And then you quickly
Shake your head and leave, briskly
The disappointed lass' face blurs away
One more to so many you have rejected.

The change sits tight in your pocket
You do not care if
the warmness lingering in your mouth will never be shared
to all the poor and needy it was meant to be.

Just a little thing on those things like donation drives and charity sales and how there are people that just balantly ignore and stuff.

I feel bad for the homeless . Evil person. Other than the evilness, it was great. My poem was supposed to show that everything has a light and dark side. Even the sun or the moon or even a lightbulb. Also, evil people have some good in them. All how you think of it.

Jury

"I didn't do it, I swear."
I plead. It lingers in the air,
Before destroyed by the opponent.
Like a game the words shoot back and forth.
"Obviously he did it! He was the one in the room!"
They shout shooting spit shamelessly to the judge listening.
"They're lying! I was at the movies with my friends! You can ask!"
"Enough!" screams the judge. "There is too much evidence against you.
I evict you guilty!" he declares. I widen my eyes, Dread playing with my feelings.
"But . . ." I say, but is cut off, as the officers handcuff me, and lead me down stairs.

To where my little cell is waiting.
Waiting for me to sit in guilt.
Waiting to keep me locked up.
Waiting to make me, Insane.

I purposely made it look like stairs, then made a little cell.

Oooh. I see now. Jury is nice too- the stairs thing is cool!!!! It's like really showing the downwards spiral of events that the prisoner is falling down into. Coooooool

Although, one point to note; there are a few grammatical errors here and there, and I think a bit of punctuation would help the poem to flow more. And, like, wordchoice stuff. But it's minor.

What I might have done. Minor edits in spoiler; added punctation in bold, if you can even see it and switched around words in italics. Hope you don't mind.

Spoiler

"I didn't do it, I swear!"
I plead. It lingers in the air,
Before being destroyed by the opponent.
Like a game, the words shoot back and forth.
"Obviously he did it!" "He was the one in the room!"
They shout; shooting spit shamelessly to the listening judge.
"They're lying! I was at the movies with my friends! Y-You can ask!"
"Enough!" screams the judge. "There is too much evidence against you.
I evict you guilty!" he declares. I widen my eyes, the dread within me engulfing everything else-
"But . . ." I say, but I am cut off; as the officers handcuff me, as the officiers lead me downstairs.

NOT MY POEM. Armorath's.

Thanks. What's sad, is that the stairs is sorta messed up at the end. . Evil words. Does anyone else want to do a poem? Or you could give me a topic. I'm running out.

Umm, a few prompts- or rather, words I think sound nice XP
Free for anyone to take and use, if you even want to:

Spoiler

Resonate
Iridescent
Dragonfly
Tide
Coquelicot
Auburn

And just to make my post more relevant, another little poem.

Flowing scarlet of your hair
Sears itself into my eyes
It lingers, like a bad memory; or sight of spilt blood
But all I want to do
Is to reach out and brush that fire away
From your gleaming emerald eyes.
That lovely scarlet; stop burning me.

Aside from the failness and spontanity, this poem was written with the Harry Potter series in mind- whoever guesses the character I'm writing as and who he's refering to gets to give me a prompt which I shall attempt to write. We should totally try prompting each other!

Those are all really good, thanks or posting you'r poems.


Watch the plane fly into the tower,
Watch as the twins burst into flames,
Watch in horror as you see no one coming out,
Watch when you see the other plane come and hit,
Watch as you see them fall,
Watch and you see smoke covering the sky,
Watch as everyone runs,
Watch everyone trying to call love one's,
and now, we watch it again and again,
as the horror is real again on 9-11




I wrote this one in honer of 9-11

*sniff* 9/11 is a very very very very very very sad moment in history which is actually 10 years ago. 9/11 makes me sad when I think of all the people who died.

I'm not proud of what I am.
Terrified is the word.
Maybe you are the one who made me,
So why'd you make me who I am?

Do you plan on selling me off?
To the army, murderers, theives?
Do you plan on destroying the world?
Is that why I'm what I am?

How do I control "It"?
Stop from hurting those I love?
Is there no way to feel any love?
Tell me now because I must know how,
. . . Why am I what I am?

If I know no love, then I must be cold,
Will "It" help me through?
What do you mean there is no "It"?
Is "It", the thing I'm trying to stop,
Why I am what I am?

1) No one has been posting, and I had this idea, but I didn't really like it, but no one else was posting, so you forced me. 2) If you don't understand what it's about, then ask me. 3) Personally, I don't favor it, but if you like it, it's your fault.