Noted Love

Shadowdemonx9 · 04-12-2008, 06:33 PM

Love... Something everyone would like to have...
Love... A feeling that everyone has felt at least once in their life..
Love... Can be the beginning of someones everlasting vengence towards everony else...
Love... Also one of the best feelings that could come upon someone

Let this be Noted.. Love is many things to someone.. either it being good or it being something that fuels their hatred leading them into a path that destroys every relationship they tend to have in the future...... This may not be alot to some people since they say they feel nothing... But maybe they choose to say they feel nothing because deep down inside they are just bottling their true feelings which will someday burst out.... Making them regret the outcome of what might happen.... Their is no telling what can happen in any relationship since their are many kinds of loves... But in the end there is still only one meaning to it... When your with someone you know and truly want to spend the rest of your life with... Knowing that the person your with completes you... Then that.. Is what I note to be love...

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~~~~** Lurve yah Ninyuu **~~~~
(Eh This is a way I wanted to apologize about starting that commotion earlier..about.. yeah... I apologize)

~~*bug14*~~ · 04-12-2008, 06:59 PM

I think this poem is very easy to relate to.

Even tho:
I've only had one girlfriend... only had two dates, not counting rides home from school; both of them were prom. She's now married to some dude and has a baby. I'm not jealous tho, she didn't brush or bathe. I don't miss that.

Shadowdemonx9 · 04-12-2008, 07:16 PM

xD.... well then ... I see you've moved on..to..better things.. o.O...

~~*FireWrath*~~ · 04-13-2008, 04:51 PM

I'm not sure if it's a poem or just something you wrote, or two different poems. I suppose the second part could be called a poem, the it seems a bit more like just a paragraphs, for it's all one huge line without rhyme, going about love.

Love is very easy yet extremely hard to write about, and I wouldn't say that you did a horrible job. When reading the second part of it, it didn't feel like a poem, more like an odd sounding part of an essay. As a tip, you may want to try to break up your writing, so it doesn't seems as cluttered together, even if a poem isn't your goal.

Shadowdemonx9 · 04-13-2008, 05:00 PM

Yeah heh sorry about that Firewrath.. My writing.. is...Different than everyone elses.... I write in a certain pattern xD... Idk I guess its just the way I'm used to writing..

~~*FireWrath*~~ · 04-13-2008, 05:17 PM

Well the only pattern that I see are the repeated (ellipsis) dots. If you like and that's your style, then no need to apologize, I'm just saying that what you wrote I wouldn't consider a poem, and is a bit odd looking. It reminds me of a broken free style poem.

**Fortunato** · 04-13-2008, 05:24 PM

Fire, I believe the term to describe this particular writing style is a prose poem.

~~*FireWrath*~~ · 04-13-2008, 05:34 PM

I was taught that Prose Poetry has either a rhyme scheme or follows some other patter, typically lines per stanza, syllables though not common, or certain repeated words. But what he wrote looks more like a paragraph, rather than a stanza. I didn't exactly have the best English professor when Prose Poetry was being taught, so I'm not sure if what I believe it is correct

Shadowdemonx9 · 04-13-2008, 05:46 PM

Idk what style it is really I just know I right in like a story pattern...Aside from the ellipses.. I guess I just recently acquired that since I use ellipses normally in my paragraphs... Or started to anyways. I have no clue where I got it from or how it start. All I know is that one day when I was typing I just randomly add them in instead of putting 1 dot.

**Fortunato** · 04-13-2008, 07:03 PM

Prose poetry, like general poetry, is a very broad term. I was taught that a prose poem is simply a paragraph written to follow some sort of lyrical form and using figurative language.

For example, some Baudelaire:
"And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."