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What's up, everyone. Its the wonderful fire type here with something new. Poetry. I decided to give this a little!e stab, and I'm making a megathread for me to post poetry on. Our first one begins with the narrator struggling to maintain between two personalities. One is positive and friendly, one is negative and hostile. In the poem, he tries to hide it, but he knows he has to confront it There's plenty where that came from. And as always, comments and feedback is optional, but highly recommended.
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April is the official National Poetry Month in the United States! However, online, anybody can take part in the festivities of this month! You could write a poem and share it on here! Look up and read or listen to other poetry! Or if you want to try a different kind of poetry, maybe you could make a Haiku! If you wanna participate, check out some of these cool ways to get into the poetry spirit! http://www.makeuseof.com/tag/10-ways-celebrate-national-poetry-month/ Right now, I'm focusing on writing a poem that expresses myself. Hopefully, it'll turn out great! Again, Happy National Poetry Month! Rock on!
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When poetry meets Fantasy Spades Lunn"Kingdom Hearts, a Tribute" "May darkness never make you heartless" I was advised to place my work here and allow the world to experience it. So here you go, click the link below to Experience a journey like no other. #kingdomhearts Will forever be a part of my life as it taught me to believe in myself and the world needs my creativity as much as the next person. https://www.facebook.com/Spadeslunn/videos/912574702113428/ Feel free to comment and let me know what you think. #GOOGLESPADESLUNN
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It has grown from underground. The seed, the seed has grown, Born from the ashes of a single frown, The flower sprouts, springs graceful wings, From the home, where the crow did sing. He'd never speak, this gracious creep, And spend everyday a hopeless sheep, He now arises a spriteful ghost, Of the boy that those dark feelings host.
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So, as the thread title would suggest, this a short poem of mine. The inspiration for this is something that happened not too long ago. At least one person is sure to get it, and one other person might get it. The rest of you feel free to guess. Two travelers wander a labyrinth, wander of their own free will. A maze of many twists, and of many turns, A labyrinth whose twists and turns always lead back to the beginning. A maze made of anger and despair, A labyrinth of worry and frustration, All centered around one, and only one. The travelers are both troubled, in their own way, They are both worried, also in their own way, And their worry, and their frustration converge on that one, that single one. So the two continue in their walk, looking for a way to get to that one, But a way they do not find, no matter how long they look. They despair, but they press onward, knowing it is only a matter of time. Once more they go around the maze, when suddenly, a way appears. This way a simple one, and the only. They both know the way, and rejoice it is now open, They both go, go into the hole leading to that one, that only one. And that one's words are those which relieves the two. And that relief causes the labyrinth to fall around them, crumbling until nothing is left. And then those two, now three travelers, wander around the maze of life, which does have an exit. And that's it! I... have no idea if it is really a poem, per say, but that's what I'm going with!
