Gardenia's Poetry

Gardenia101

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    Gardenia got a streak of inspiration!

    I've always been recognized as a good poet, I won more than one poetry contest at school (Specifically Three). So then I thought it would be stupid to not post a thread with my poetry in it!

    I do have a few rules of posting here, however.
    1.DO NOT CRITICIZE IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IT!
    Alot of people in the Pokecommunity tend to give criticism without the "Constructive" factor, and also some people say that something is bad because they don't get what it's saying. People, THIS IS POETRY! Alot of Free-form poetry seems meaningless but isn't. And don't say it's bad if you've never written a (good) poem in your life, either :P

    2.If you aren't going to read it, don't post about it.
    You'd be surprised how many people base suggestions and ratings on just a little sample of what they actually are rating. If you are rating on poem; read that poem! If you are challenging me as a poet in general; read all of them, for goodness sakes!

    (I have experienced the above things before, so I'm not saying you will do this, but that some people will.)

    Anyway, this is the first poem:


    Call to Webmasters

    The mind is what's known
    Imagination distorting what is
    And as time flows
    The joy to the world.
    Computation, fact,
    All which is known,
    Just research and result
    An obselete path.
    So use for what's known
    Cannot exist
    For it's in the mind
    Of metal, pixels,
    For Man-made things
    Contain only such data.
    You're just the commander,
    Not the creator.
    You say what to do,
    And watch it followed.
    Lazy, too Lazy
    For metal's your slave.
    You call it learning,
    And that's what it is.
    You're learning commands,
    Learning imperitives.
    But the only true knowledge
    Is nothing near fact.
    But, yet, truth is your fact,
    Your factor.
    Knowledge of what is
    Is knowledge of fact.
    So do not discourage
    Your love for imperitives,
    But take it to the next step.
    Do it for yourself.
    Computers know nothing;
    Humans put the fact there.
    Humans made the fact be,
    And made it through creation.
    True creation.
    Their own language,
    To which they are native.
    Needless, now is the research
    Why research how to use
    Your own creation?
    You are only the true creator
    Of your own creation
    When you created what made it.
    You don't have to make the creator
    To make the site look good,
    But to move farther,
    Beyond just mere average,
    Create the creator
    Of your own creation.
    So, now learning is past
    You know what you formed.
    And your own imperitives,
    Fit for your tongue,
    Control the creation.
    Whether you get a degree,
    And make it official,
    Or something less,
    As low as a Hotkey,
    You know you possess it
    When you know it.
    So, Please,
    Take it to heart.
    Take the fact
    And make it truth;
    Make it true fact.
    For what is part
    Of you, There are no bounds.
     
    ...That...was wonderful!
    It's message really grabs my mind. I feel the same way of how we should make our own creations and how we have no bounds to what we can do.
    You did very well.
    Keep going.

    P.S. I'm not just saying that. I really mean it.
     
    Poems usually speak to people differently and this one, to me was very powerful. I really liked it alot. It really spoke to me on certain issues. :]
     
    Mystery.
    You do not know it
    You cannot feel it
    But it's presence is pronounced.
    The mind will linger
    On this thought,
    Suspisions to be made.
    You beg, you say
    "What is the truth?"
    For the unknown
    Before your eyes.
    You want to solve it
    Gain the glory
    But glory
    Is not hidden.
    You have the clues,
    Thought,
    Spoken words,
    But they cannot crack the code.
    The answer to all,
    Deep in you,
    Your soul.
    Your thoughts will count
    When you find the truth
    And seek it within yourself.
    I'll never know
    Your true inside
    But I can tell you
    It's grand.
    Your heart
    Your soul
    Your eyes
    Your ears
    Will crack the mystery
    Of life.

    Dreams
    You've woken up, discouraged.
    Your dream,
    The best dream,
    Ended,

    Forever.

    The dream is like a lost penny,
    Never to be found again.

    But don't be discouraged. Dream a new dream.

    Live life to the fullest.
     
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    The Mystery one was interesting to read. Nice work.
    And Dreams...I can see how it got in first place. Because I love it! Whenever I wake from a wonderful dream, I feel somewhat discouraged, and yet, there will always be new adventures in dreams to come.
     
    Peace

    You can't ignore
    The outspoken voice
    As the world cries out
    "World Peace!"
    They say that
    Peace means no more war,
    But it means more than that.
    Where there is peace,
    There is no war
    For light converts the darkness.
    The evil thoughts
    Of worldly men
    Calm at it's touch.
    The sun's rays
    Touch the cold Earth
    Giving it time to rest.
    The only light
    In the dark of night
    Is peace but in our souls.
    We do not think
    Of violence or pain
    When we think of what is good.
    Peace is that,
    That faithful thought,
    The thought that moves you on.
    It will awake you from your grief
    And show you just
    What is good.
     
    You did a very good example of free-verse poetry. Good for you!
     
    The heart has broken,
    Bitter Sweet,
    The thoughts long
    Wanted lost.
    But he's like me,
    Knows what I say,
    While I, alone, tread on.
    I try to shake
    It out of mind
    But it lingers on in me.
    Maybe I can soothe my soul,
    My weary being to rest.
    I try to see,
    Say,
    Think,
    And do,
    On anything but this.
    But he is there,
    Upon everything,
    Is true love
    In my midst?



    First love poem I've ever written.

    Worry

    I think maybe
    Your heart
    Should be worried less,
    Happy more.
    No matter how much
    You worry,
    You'll end at the same time.
    The world will cause pain,
    But also comes good.
    The winter of sin ends,
    When the sun touches
    The cold earth.
    You have your talents,
    Don't lose them in the earth.
    The earth is your worry,
    Which soils the prize.
    It is nt denial
    To refuse the future.
    It is called living,
    And that's what you should do.
     
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    Your first one is quite admirable for being a free-verse poem. Great job.

    Your second one was a little unusual. But that's okay, there are other poems that are very odd, but are still good.
    Keep it up.
     
    The poem is a little vague, but despite that, I still enjoyed it.
    I also liked the way it ended.
     
    You have unique ideas and you express them in a way that is vague but understandable. There's always room for improvement, but keep it up. Good job.
     
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