Are you a poet if so id like to read your stuff if you dont mind posting?

Question

anything you would like to post most thumbs up gets 10 points thanks for your time....

Answer 1

I am a excellent poet.Unfortunately i do not post my best poems over the net.I do help other people make there poems sound a lot better.

Answer 2

i wrote this about an hour ago. i was feelign kinda down. thanks though. i love to post

My sister once called me a fool,

but by the look on her face

i could tell she was one too

she said i was a fool

to chase dreams

to think i was beautiful

And when she look me in the eyes

i could tell she was lying

she was in a disguise

but for whom would she hurt me so

to crush my wishes

to let me go

She sees my hurt as i shrink in the backseat

"don't worry" she mocks

"your just like me"

there's a long silence, i wonder what to do

"diffence is," she says after a while

"dreams don't come true"

and the crimson sun begins to fall

but my saddness only rises

i'm such a fool afterall

But i don't give up

i know what i want

"enough is enough"

"the only difference is" i shout

"is you don't try hard enough

you don't know what this is about"

"if you just worked and not care

what people said or thought

you might have gotten somewhere"

"You're the fool" i say

"for giving up so easily"

and i turned the other way.

She looked me up and down

"you're such a fool"

she whispers with a frown

and i start to think

i am a fool and my

cheeks fade to pink

Why should i be embarassed

to believe dreams true or

worthy enough to cherish

My sister once called me a fool,

but by the look on her face

i could tell she was one too

Answer 3

Eon long summers

Sun carried on shoulders

Creating in the magic sing-song voice of make believe.

Nights spent on the floor

Gilding paper roses

Finding the dreams in my head laid out by crayon edges.

Telling tall tales

Made all of bright splendor

Guiding questions into formed thrilling realizations.

Blades of dewy grass

Gliding across my back

Looking up at clouds and jet trails finding illustration.

Sitting safe in trees

Plum trees and cherry trees

Offering tart fruit offering retreat only for me.

Huge cereal bowl

Real Saturday mornings

Cartoons six to noon, American Bandstand, Solid Gold

Running to the store

Holding anticipation

Two dollars weighed carefully against candy, gum, soda pop.

River adventures

Seize a fish with bare hands

Collecting smooth  river rocks, scraped knees, lovely secret risks.

Jumping off the swings

Reversed hold on the chains

Releasing all of my self into the air and wind flying.

Unplanned days of life

Life to fullest of life

Capturing the art and flow of the world around and world inside.

Answer 4

the crack-snap-boom

rapid-fire pace

of everyday

zoom-whoosh in the car

on your way to

nowhere

everywhere

hop out

march to your spot

rap-tap-tap

of highheels

and loafers

with an almighty purpose

to stomp and clomp

on those

who walk with

the slish-wish

of old sneakers

no one taking of their shoes

and quietly

pad-pad-pading

slowly through another hidden gem

of a day!