forum Any poets?

Started September 02, 2018 by @Every_Fandom_Ever_

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ummmmmm hello?

What's up?

I was just wondering if there were any other poets on here because…. I'm not entirely sure

I'm pretty sure there's a bunch, they're probably just not on right now. Can I read one of your poems?

Oh, if you would like. Give me a sec. Would you mind if I read one of yours?

im a poet
somewhat
i write songs

Oh, if you would like. Give me a sec. Would you mind if I read one of yours?

Yeah sure, that'd be great! Let me find one to post

im a poet
somewhat
i write songs

Well songs really are just poetry set to music

realy crappy songs
wanna hear one of my verses?

Sure! I'm still looking for a poem to share, a lot of the ones I have are pretty crappy as well

white flowers, dark sun
people running, people run
white flowers, dark sun
everybodys lives are done

Here's one of my poems:

There are some days
I could swear I hear
the stars whisper that
this
is only temporary.

By the way, I like your verse.

thank you i have it set to a realy weird pitch though

Both of yours were really good! Here's one of mine:

If the Creature,
The one with matted hair
Jagged teeth
And sharp claws,
Were a monster
Than we would be the ones in the cage,
Wouldn't we?

Oh my goodness that's really good!

Thanks!

freaking wicked!

I’m kinda a poet. Here’s a Christmas themed one I dug up shrug

Twas the night before Christmas and the sky was colored red.
Blood dropped from the hidden knife, blood owned by the dead.
The assassins run free; escaped from their cells.
Many people die, you can hear the church bells.

Oh goodness, it's so deep

that is sick
in a good way!

It's very dark

(Translation: I love it)

Awww, thanks all :)

Hi

Here's one of mine:

You came in peace, left
With hands bloodied
And we watched you sail, but
We all have Seen, there is
No rest for the wicked

that
is
awesome
!

:) :)
Thank you

I love it

That's really good!

That’s awesome! :D

My name is Phillip

I am a poet

I wrote this poem just to show it

and I

just turned nine

you can write poems but you can't write mine