All Blog Posts Tagged 'poetry' (112)

So Hi, I like to sometimes write poetry, so I thought I'd share some of it with you. I have one poem based on The Fault in Our Stars, so IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT STOP NOW because it sort of contains spoilers,

He’s gone, He’s passed, his time had come,

Their words echo, the beats of a loud, soulless drum.

Their words and comfort can’t help him now,

Their hands in prayer, their heads…

A partial list of my unpopular opinions:

One:

Turkey bacon is real bacon.

Two:

George Watsky and Jasmine Mans are worth fan-girling over.

Three:

I don’t see the big deal about Twitter.

Wow! I can summarize a moment in time

in…

And he told me,

that he was surprised that this world

hasn’t beat out any sense of hope that I may have for it.

As if my frame was a pinata and this world is the child

that could never burst it

to let its insides fall out,

for a lack of better metaphor.



Despite the poems I’ve written about life…

Desperation, and silent pain,

but only silent, because of shame,

feeling scared, so full of fear,

for your reaction, i refuse to hear,

The tears i hold, and times i fight,

to tell you somethings not quiet right.

Feeling pathetic, and nothing more,

for this life is something i should adore.

smiling faces, hopeless dreams,

Pretendings harder than it seems,

Fighting thoughts that take control,

just like Alice, falling down the hole,

into a world,…

Yesterday I posted a blog post (which you can read here) explaining an idea I've had for a while. Whilst typing out my idea I realized how amazing this idea would be as a collaborative effort.

Basically I have a lot of poems, short stories, unfinished works, random ramblings and odd doodles and collages lying around. So I…

Wislawa Szymborska, a polish poet and Nobel Prize winner, died yesterday at eighty-eight years old. She was one of the greatest poets I've read, and everyone should benefit from her work. If you read nothing else this week, Jena, read the poem below, and Szymborska's…

I want to write of something positive but there is no inspiration,

   The ground is covered in cold dead snow,

   The trees retreated into themselves.

   There are no flowers that bloom now,

   No birds to sing of spring,

   The sun seems distant, cold, and shrouded.

Winter is a silent sound,

   One that hurts your ears,

   Its sharp and shrill,

   Yet muffled and…

Yes, you! My non existent readers!

Here it is:

I'm Diamond Nicole. I was planning on writing a fictional blog, but I figured, why not let at least one place be somewhere I can be me, unconditionally?

I'm sixteen. I love to do a lot of different things. Photography. Writing. Poetry. Singing. Yardwork. Garden and Interior Design. Advice. Acting. Theater design.…

Hey everyone!…

Eyes turned upward, I watch the sky fall away./ There are no clouds on this dark day./ The tower tops run away from me as wind blows through my hair./ My concrete bed waits for me, unaware./ I smile as a river of glass flows past my feet./ To bad so few people have done this feat./ The course fiber feels good…