Poetic Contest: only for the creative.

This is the place to be,
A room for poetic contest.
What we do is strictly poetry.
Enjoy!!!

Hmmmmm²

iice gurl me too all i got to say is hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

is this supposed to be a poem too

i was just about to say thaa what d hell is this doing in the poem section

truly puzzling

_{a fitting topic name}

more like confused and desperate

lol

Hi franc1986 or wot ever u call urself,i think this is not d right place 2come to. may God help u

na una sabi.
think i finally got the attention i needed.
thank ya all.

your welcome

well u are welcome

just wanted to get as many people as possible to get to see my dedication to a true friend.
i'm not sick,desperate or something.
the poem u r about to read is a dedication to Tonia Anni.

[center]" Toni "

it's colourfully beautiful to watch the sunsets,
reflect while birds return to their nests,
walk while the moon glows,
bask in the company of solitude,
'because you miss a friend,
a wonderful kind.

just like poetry,
our perceptions create an alluring ambiance within.

these lines,
a reflection of a naturalistic desire,
flies so high on the wings of your thought,
your voice,consideration and care,
an elixir,
that type centered around the fondness of you.

just like tulip,
so beautiful and never lacks admiration.

that's how a union is,
how it should be,
a true definition of friendship,
what i think we are,
an institution of humane minds,
a dedication to you.

just like graphics,
a whole lot is put into it  because it's worth it.[/center]

your poem is really nice

thanks.
it's very easy if u write from what u feel,
but really difficult if it's fake.
Toni just seem to be an angel out of the blues when i needed a mortal,
a lot more than i can ever ask for.
i just hope this gets me off d bad books of some roommates

l like this guy. you trickster. nice poem too. Hope she reads it. Hope she loves it. only if you're true! you should be though. What kind'a man spends his time to design a writ to look like a tree? ask me again because it still puzzles me. it shows u're in love just like I am. It's fun y'know ~ to be in love. Hope she reads it, hope she loves it; she'll love u a 'lil bit more, u'll be the man!!

Good luck man.

hey guy,
u sound like u like the feeling love.
i really don't know what to feel anymore.
i'll sure need the good luck.
it's more like i was just the one thinking things.
thanks anyway.

love has it's degrees and extents.
A man might not be hooked yet
But when he feels even once
That tugging is his stomach
The appreciation for someone
He got the pretty tiny little whif
And he should be good to go
With his luck in one hand
And his guts in the other.

awwww

Boy o Boy!!!!!!!!!!!
Never new you were this good.
How about doing them poems here u know.
Nilla could be the judge.
What do both of u think?
I like ur last contribution, really nice, thoughtful and and1.

I'll think about it. . . I'll get back at u. I'm a lil out'a time now. Thanks frank n nilla. There's that feeling you get when you're appreciated, my heart just squirmed in its red juice.

macalurs:

I'll think about it. . . I'll get back at u. I'm a lil out'a time now. Thanks frank n nilla. There's that feeling you get when you're appreciated, my heart just squirmed in its red juice.

awww again.

@ franc,
i don't mind judging, i know it would be fun

This is for nilla
Something 'bout her like vanilla
Sweeet silent soul, speaks not much
She's either graceful or she is such.

Something flowing 'bout her name
Something soft spoken like beauty mane
He be blessed that know'th her worth
May he die that breaks her heart

Something 'bout her makes me twirll
She awwws like a little girl
I wish I could kiss that face
But she's nilla from cyber-space!

macalurs:

This is for nilla
Something 'bout her like vanilla
Sweeet silent soul, speaks not much
She's either graceful or she is such.

Something flowint 'bout her name
Something soft spoken like beauty mane
He be blessed that know'th her worth
May he die that breaks her heart

Something 'bout her makes me twirll
She awwws like a little girl
I wish I could kiss that face
But she's nilla from cyber-space!

OMG
I love it. i'm going to print out.
thanx for the poem

glad you lov'd it.

Frank your turn. _{I've bribed the judge}

lol

you did well

[center]When the sunsets,
My day ends with its innocence.
When birds fly back to their nests,
I walk deep down into silence.

I’ve been sitting,
No, walking,
Maybe thinking…
Sitting, walking and thinking …,
A reflection of events,
Today’s sights and scenes,
Life and Thy grace,
My solace.

That’s how it’s been,
A prelude to a different morrow I’ve never seen,
A fine one with less sin,
My plea to the Mighty Unseen.[/center]