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POEM STARTER
Create a cento using lines from your favourite poems. You may also wish to use lines from your own poems, but the end result should be coherent!.
A cento is a poetic form made up entirely of lines taken from other poems, which are woven together to create a new, unique piece.
Writings
We are dreaming of tomorrow
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I may sit beside you
for when these wishes have died away
and the world becomes a lovely thing
close your eyes and search for another
and be thankful for the little things in life that mean alot
(Dead poets society
Do not stand at my grave and weep
A journey
Love is not a feeling to pass away
A cup of tea
Dare to Dream
The ...
I am very hungry. I am incomplete,
little as a drop from grand,
unscrewed, released, no more to be marvelous
in solitude, without a hand to hold,
to bear enormous business all alone
and the fear that strikes and strives
when the desert terrifies,
all bright, all bestial, snarling marvelously
to fail, to flourish, to wither, or to win,
and I ride, ride, ride, on to the end....
Sometimes I go back in time
Like weāre stuck on repeat, like weāre stuck in this melody
And every melody is timeless
Iām so done with wasting time
Let me sing you into eternity
But nothing too close to the truth
I wanna lose myself, throw me in the pit of your fire
Iāll be whatever you like
I donāt wanna be alone for the night
But it wouldnāt be enough
Itās getting harder and harder to breathe
...
(These are multiple different poems)
In English we say:
Youāve changed
In poetry we say:
You are the waves to my ocean
Every time I feel your peace you come rushing at me once more
Wiping me off my feet
Leaving me to drown on my own
But when the calmness comes once again
I canāt help but think to myself that Iāll be strong enough to handle you next time
Iāll be more prepared
But I ne...
[actually using song lyrics by others and some of my poem lines. some poems are not published yet. also, quoted lines are from songs. this is kinda bad š]
āThis thing called love
can be so cold.ā
Guess I might be freezing,
but youāre left untold.
āItās like youāve been replaced
by a tattoo of your name.ā
I shouldāve been smart,
and considered him vain.
āKnow you donāt care,
but I can pretend t...
I channel so much anger into my poems, I fear I am abrasive, I hate and I hate, and then I drop the pen the moment my heart lights up, when a smile creeps up on my face and there's a spark in my eyes that I can't erase, there is so much good, but that's not poetic, so much brings me joy that I would never dare immortalise, would never stain with my words and my high pitched voice, but there is so ...
Blink and then we're out of here, blink and there's tears in your eyes, blink and we'll swallow our pride, get God on our side, so that safe place was a lie, didn't really take me by surprise, it was always gonna be one of us that dies, maybe we'll find some allies and look into their eyes, we'll see a reflection of red and blue, do those colours mean anything to you? There'll be black and red, th...
if the problem persists over many places and times, perhaps you were the problem after all
if you donāt know how to be wrong, then learn. no one wants to be friends with someone who cannot accept their mistakes
if you eat when youāre bored, maybe youāre not bored at all but understimulated and sensory-seeking
in a perfect world, no one would have flaws, and a flawless world is a very boring one...
iām making something similar, but iām using the first line of ten different songs.
remember iāll always love you, you
cold bones, yeah, thatās my love
habits iām trying to kick, canāt get over it
girl, perfectly her, broken and hurt
iām in love with you
iāve never known someone like you
itās been a couple months
sunlight dances off the leaves
out on our own
you havenāt been good...
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