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    Hello all!
    Well for our current scrapbook (kinda like a book report) at school, we have to get together a bunch of poems, and then I thought: "Hey! I know artists! Maybe they've written some poems! And if not, they probably know people who have!" (this was originially for dA, so please bear with me)

    So here we are.
    I would love it if you would send me any poems you have, but I need the following:
    1 poem about a (non-fictional, biblical is ok) Historical Event
    1 poem written by an African American (not trying to be racist or anything, it's one of the requirements)
    1 poem by a Native American
    1 poem following a specific format such as haiku, ode, free verse, sonnet, etc.
    1 dedication poem to someone (a poem that I will choose someone to dedicate it to)
    1 self-written poem (already taken care of [see my gallery)
    1 poem that shows strong use of Figurative Language - simile, metaphor, personification, onomatopoeia, etc
    3 poems by the Same Poet (i guess this could be a sort of grand prize)
    (Song lyrics also accepted)
    I will also need the full name anybody who sends me a Poem, as well as the title of the poem (as well as the category[?]).

    And remember, just because you don't have any poetry, someone you know may....or someone they know...or someone they know...you get the idea!
    Also, as it's for school (a christian school), so please nothing very/too graphic
    (sorry if this is the wrong place for this thread)

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    okay then , posting in here now instead of in my thread . Name's Scott Edmondson

    Possessed

    As she sat down in the chair
    Looking at the hairs
    In the looking glass
    As she sat down in the chair

    The image she saw no longer followed her,
    It gained a voice and spoke, telling her,
    The Princess that she must kill the king and queen
    As she sat down in the chair, that is what it said to her

    As if possessed she got up and found a mace
    So she could soon rule this place
    While the rest of kingdom was dead asleep
    She stealthily sneaked to their room like an expert thief, while carrying a mace

    For just a moment or two, she felt awareness and fear
    At what she was doing, but she continued on so that none would hear.
    She was almost at the soon-to-be-dead’s room.
    Yet now once again, possessed by the voice from the glass, she felt no care or fear

    She entered their room finding the soon-to-be-dead, dead asleep.
    She took aim for the king first, raising her mace,
    Then slamming it down on his head with as much force as she could muster,
    Instantly killing him as a rain shower of blood sprayed out

    With the soon-to-be-dead queen, dead asleep,
    And the king viciously smashed with a mace, the rest of the kingdom was still asleep
    The little girl princess mentally prepared herself to kill the queen.
    Then she raised the mace, and slammed it into the queens head, the rest still asleep

    Then while an ocean of blood was forming
    In the room, the little girl was fretting
    And worrying, having came to her senses
    Finally, tears fell down her face, as she began crying

    For despite her recent actions, she had loved
    Them more than anything she had ever loved.
    She needed to clean up the bloody mess she had created
    But she wasn’t sure how she could

    Yet suddenly one of the residents had woken, having heard the killing.
    The woken found his way to the victim’s room discovering
    The bodies but the culprit was not in his sight
    She wasn’t insight because she had gone into hiding

    She had hidden inside a wardrobe in the room.
    The woken released a series of screams.
    Those screams, woke up a good majority of the kingdom.
    The newly-woken all found their way to the room.

    More screams, Panicking, and worried questions.
    “Who would do this?” was repeated a great many times.
    Already haunted with guilt, the killer stepped out from the
    Wardrobe, admitting of the act she had done, while possessed.

    ^copy & paste of my poem from my thread .


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    Great, thanks. 'Cuz of the content, I'll have to run it by my teacher.
    What category would this be? (of the needed)

    Dratini is my bishie.
    Faria: God said, "Vengeance is mine".
    Dantes: I don't believe in God.
    Faria: It doesn't matter. He believes in you.
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    Quote Originally Posted by [aka] View Post

    Great, thanks. 'Cuz of the content, I'll have to run it by my teacher.
    What category would this be? (of the needed)
    i don't know


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    Quote Originally Posted by pokefan View Post
    i don't know
    Lol, well are you African or Native American? I need one from each

    Dratini is my bishie.
    Faria: God said, "Vengeance is mine".
    Dantes: I don't believe in God.
    Faria: It doesn't matter. He believes in you.
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    What do you mean by previously on dA? Do you have a link or something?

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    Quote Originally Posted by [aka] View Post
    Lol, well are you African or Native American? I need one from each
    nope sorry i'm a white 14 year old caucasian ( wait a sec. white and caucasian mean the same thing well , yeah i'm just white , mostly british ancestry i believe


    How'd running by the teach go , she like it ?

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    you can submit that poem as a piece in a specific format if you can't think of any other category.
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