| Liz's Poetry |
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| Belle A beautifu girl makes her enterence Her presence is noticed by everyone Her gown sweeps the ballroom floor Perfect beauty passes through the door Lights dazzel across her face Each ringlet has a perfect place She practically floats above the ground Her clear glass slippers don't make a sound Her name is beauty, thats what she said, You'll never meet her, shes in your head. by Liz |
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| I am happy When things are the way they are I cry When the ships set sail And a butterfly is set free I scream when no one understands me And I dream when the world falls in around me My eyes are set afire and my life is set adrift I can see the way that you want me But you can't see at all can you? You say that you are blinded by my beauty But we both know the truth, don't we? |
| My old red tractor is sitting in the west cornor of the our field. The rust eats awayat its paint, and it has not moved in thirteen years. I am like that tractor, sitting in the same damned place for thirteen years, sitting, waiting, for something to happen. The rain falls, yet it is oblivious. Four inches of snow accumulates on the pannels and roof, and still it is ignorant to the change. Thirteen years of waiting. |
| How to Write! If you wish to write poetry, the first thing you have to do is sit down. Next you must firmly grasp your writing utensil, then, let your creativity flow through the tip of your utensil. Pour all your thoughts down. you are not looking for form at first. Just write what you think. Next, read what you wrote. If it made sense to you, organize it. Then use form (haiku,sonette). Read it to everyone you know and get feedback. You are done! |