I'm Not a Poet

by carelessaussie13

Published April 9, 2007

In Poetry

Teacher said to write a poem.
Bunch of lines, not much else.
Mostly about love, who cares?
I don't let them whine.





I was planning n making this a very different sort of poem, about a boy who fell asleep in English class and dreamed about dragons. Maybe I will, but I like the first verse on its own, too. It sort of gives an idea about this boy. Actually, I will go back and write the rest of the verses. Ta ta for now.

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ella jade
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ella jade wrote a review Review · Apr 10, 2007

ok, first off I usually don't comment poetry because
I suck at it and probably wouldn't be much help but this one I just got to say something. my first thought after reading this was what is this?
to me this isn't a poem it's a couple sentences. I'm sure in your head it sounded ok but just this poem part is well...I can't think of a word to desribe it. so maybe if you write the whole poem it 'll make sense
then I wouldn't have to burn off the few brain cells left to figure out what this is supposed to mean.<lol>

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emotion_less
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emotion_less wrote a review Review · Apr 9, 2007

there's not really much that you're saying, so i guess there isn't really much to say about it.

i don't know... what exactly do you want us to do with it?

it's a good poem for a quirky english assignment... but i'm kind of at a loss for what to say.

so... yeah. happy writing?



The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices; to be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill, and suspicions can destroy. A thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all of its own.
— Rod Serling, Twilight Zone