on- the-spot poetry. |
on- the-spot poetry. |
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![]() Senior Member ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 41 Joined: Dec 2006 Member No: 490,372 ![]() |
the title says it all! come here and write. don't revise or edit it once you're done. sometimes its good to just write without worrying about how good or bad it will turn out. commenting on the poems before you is encouraged.
hmmm. I'm no man. I'm no dingy sir in a hardhat, Or another in a suit. I am female. From head to toe- Minus my forearms. As I move my fingers Across the keyboard, My muscles pop In and out Of my arms and Leave me disgusted. I cannot stand my forearms. I hesitate to raise my hand And cross my arms, For the simple truth is that I cannot stand my forearms. Disgustingly toned And viciously scarred, Clearly these are not mine. Has someone stolen my forearms? |
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![]() ˇLa Reina del Mundo! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 205 Joined: May 2006 Member No: 415,882 ![]() |
the day is already dying
how brief, how short it is can't you stay out for a few hours more? or must the day end? End now, and no more. I do not want to face tomorrow. no joy, no peace, no more. day do not abandon me. the stars already break through. and the lunar face awakens. To end day now. No more. |
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