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I'm still a bit new to the world of poetry, so keep it in mind.(To the point where I don't know what a SLAM Poem is).

 

Inspired By Tool's Stinkfist:

 

Something has to change.

Decisions, decisions.

Undeniable dilemmas

Cause my judgment

To shatter.

 

Something kinda sad about

The way that things have come to be.

No more thoughts have come to be.

I guess that's how it's gonna be.

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Methinks some people haz been waiting for mah poem..

Dunno if its good or not..

:/

 

Dreaming.

 

As he opened the door and looked at me

I realised he was shot in the lungs

and he had a scrape on his knee

Then i had to realise and ask

"Can you breathe?!"

And he still looked at me and said

"Baby, its all a dream."

 

So keep dreamin.

Dr.. Dr.. Dreamin.

Dreeeeeeeaaaamiiiiiinnnnnnn.

Dreamin.

 

i looked at her gleamin

And her eyes kept twiklin

And i closed my eyes

And never saw here again.

 

So keep dreamin.

Dr.. Dr.. Dreamin.

Dreeeeeeeaaaamiiiiiinnnnnnn.

Dreamin.

 

Then i tried to wake up

Trying to breathe

When i couldnt

I knew i would be meetin

Death and his [Censored] people

And i knew right then im defeated.

 

So keep dreamin.

Dr.. Dr.. Dreamin.

Dreeeeeeeaaaamiiiiiinnnnnnn.

Dreamin.

 

And i looked up into the sky

Tried to believe i could be right

Then i look at my wings and they died

And i fell down and never flied.

 

So keep dreamin.

Dr.. Dr.. Dreamin.

Dreeeeeeeaaaamiiiiiinnnnnnn.

Dreamin.

 

And i tryed to get up

From my grave

Then i realised im about to erupt

Took a shovel and made a cave

Sat in there and never stayed.

 

So keep dreamin.

Dr.. Dr.. Dreamin.

Dreeeeeeeaaaamiiiiiinnnnnnn.

Dreamin.

 

And i looked down at myself

Closed my eyes and started to breathe

Then realised i never had wealth

Because all it is is wisdom

And wisdom is the key to real health.

 

So keep dreamin.

Dr.. Dr.. Dreamin.

Dreeeeeeeaaaamiiiiiinnnnnnn.

Dreamin.

 

And opened my eyes

and tried to breathe

And look at her

and lost my lead.

 

So keep dreamin.

Dr.. Dr.. Dreamin.

Dreeeeeeeaaaamiiiiiinnnnnnn.

Dreamin.

 

Goodnight sir.

Dream well and nice.

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well it thought it was good though.

 

EDIT: on the 1st post it says i only have 2 poems but i checked and i have 4 poems. is that a mistake?

 

You actually have 3. I will update the 1st post.

 

@ Spawn: Ooh, me like! I really like the word images!

 

@ siddiqiau00: I would consider that a song, not a poem. It's a bit too repetitive.

Am I wrong anybody?

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Ok then,

Heres one

 

 

As i woke up in the moonlight

I look up at the very starry night

Saw planets moving at the speed of light

They're fast not even in my sight

 

Moving faster then the dimming sun

And now i get up and try to run

My eyes look forward and theres a gun

Pointing at my eye and he's won

 

Death, Hatred, Anger, Aggrivation, Sadness,

Coming down on me like a storm after night

I cry and she looks at me

Hugs me and gives a kiss

And now i realised im the only witness

Of a murder that only fits this

Im the only one left gone through much fitness

 

 

And thats it get with it.(part of the poem im not being mean lol)

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Man, anyone can make a poem!

Doesnt even need to ryhme!

 

Poems, by my definition, are made up of 2 thingz.

A point.

&

A rythm.

 

If you make your point, you've made a poem.

If your point follows a rhythm, e.g. rhyme, beat, order, etc..

Its a poem.

 

Thats all ya need to know!

:D

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The Realm of Nightmare

In the darkness waiting for the nightmare god to come back

In the his throne room hearing people screaming from losing their Ideya

In the mind of myself i think theirs no hope for me

in the room setting on the floor waiting my doom

 

 

0_0 this idea come out of no were.....

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Man' date=' anyone can make a poem!

Doesnt even need to ryhme!

 

Poems, by my definition, are made up of 2 thingz.

A point.

&

A rythm.

 

If you make your point, you've made a poem.

If your point follows a rhythm, e.g. rhyme, beat, order, etc..

Its a poem.

 

Thats all ya need to know!

:D

[/quote']

 

No, that isn't all he needs to know. He should also know that in a poem comes tone as well. Tone is like the melody, if you misinterpret tone, then you misinterpret meaning.

 

Realon: I figured out that my style of poem can never be simple. I always have to have a deeper meaning in my poems because it's what makes my poems interesting.

 

Take these two stanzas for example.

 

[align=center]Breath In

 

Breathe in to smell the warm night air,

Breathe in to see the rainbow,

Breathe in to feel the calmness

Before the chimes sound below.

 

Breathe in to taste the moment,

Breathe in to grasp its reins,

Breathe in to hear the silence

In the world where silence gains.

 

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--This is an excerpt from my latest poem, "Breathe In".

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[align=center]Footsteps

 

Locked inside a church,

The darkness of the church,

I lean against the wall; I'm sitting on the floor,

When, suddenly, I hear some footsteps,

The oh, so flat-foot footsteps,

Coming in from yonder church's doors.

 

My mind told me to look,

How how I wish to look,

But my heart tells me to stay so icy still,

I continue to hear footsteps,

The oh, so flat-foot footsteps,

In which them coming closer gave me chills.

 

My chills turned into shaking,

So gently I was shaking,

So that I refrain noise and he can't hear me,

Because if he did hear me,

Oh, so dreadful if he heard me,

He'd take out his sharp knife and then he'd tear me.

 

My shaking turned to fear,

Oh, so dreadful was my fear,

So I knelt down and then I start to pray,

And, then, I saw a car,

My daddy's purple car,

So like lightning I bolt out and ride away.

 

I look up to the sky,

So nightly is the sky,

And then I fold my hands and pray again,

"Oh, thank you, mighty God,

I praise you, mighty God,

Cause if it weren't for you, I would've been dead!"[/align]

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Nice poems everyone! I'm glad to see you're all working hard!

 

Midnightwolf, maybe some grammar in your "Board" poem.

First of all, it's bored, not board. Chair, not chir. Wondering, not worndering.

And yes, I am crazy. ^_^

 

Edit: I'm glad that a lot of you like this club. I'm glad I'm not the only person on YCM to like poetry!

As I believe HarbingerEvil said it best, "Poetry = Win." ^_^

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Can someone explain to me what a Slam Poem is and how it flows?

 

The term "slam poem" is really an umbrella category for all poems meant to be performed for a live audience in a competitive environment. "Spoken word" refers to all poetry meant to be performed aloud, including in noncompetitive environments like open mics. Therefore, all other kinds of poems, from haiku to sonnets to love poems, can be considered slam or spoken word poems. And slam and spoken word poems can be the exact same thing.

 

Thaynk you Google! ^_^

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[align=center]Footsteps

 

Locked inside a church' date='

The darkness of the church,

I lean against the wall; I'm sitting on the floor,

When, suddenly, I hear some footsteps,

The oh, so flat-foot footsteps,

Coming in from yonder church's doors.

 

My mind told me to look,

How how I [i']wish[/i] to look,

But my heart tells me to stay so icy still,

I continue to hear footsteps,

The oh, so flat-foot footsteps,

In which them coming closer gave me chills.

 

My chills turned into shaking,

So gently I was shaking,

So that I refrain noise and he can't hear me,

Because if he did hear me,

Oh, so dreadful if he heard me,

He'd take out his sharp knife and then he'd sear me.

 

My shaking turned to fear,

Oh, so dreadful was my fear,

So I knelt down and then I start to pray,

And, then, I saw a car,

My daddy's purple car,

So like lightning I bolt out and ride away.

 

I look up to the sky,

So nightly is the sky,

And then I fold my hands and pray again,

"Oh, thank you, mighty God,

I praise you, mighty God,

Cause if it weren't for you, I would've been dead!"[/align]

 

This is really good. I've only found a few ticks in it. This has some good flow except for one part. "Stay so icy still" should be "Stay so still" instead. It's gives better flow and it also gives it alliteration (small tongue twister).

 

Also, the other two things I bolded. Try to rhyme with different words. If you use the same word then it'll kill the effect. Change one of them to "Waking". It'll sound much better. Same goes for all the other stanzas. Try to find different words when you are rhyming something. It gives the poem more effect. I've also fixed a rhyming mistake. Where it says "Tear" as much as you want it to, tear doesn't pronouncely rhyme with "hear"... But "Sear" does, and it's similar to the word "Tear"

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i got a new one

.:What a strange man:.

What a strange man

He walks down the street with blood in his hand

Yet he helps the poor and hopeless

He holds a blade on his back

Yet he dislikes fighting

Down the bombed street he smiles devilishly

And he says everything will be better

He continues walking exploding the guns in their hands

And a tear drops from his face as he sees them on fire

His solid body breaks down and cries for the dead

What a strange man

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