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the band (Free verse) by celticskatermatt1
Singing the song in my head,
listening to every beat
every rythm, ryhm and reason
the bass is playing in the back
rythm guitar is strumming its melody
lead guitar is rocking a single
my lips are touching the mic
belting out my notes, my lungs bellow
the last note plays, look up to the sky
and from the crowd we listen to their hands
applouding the band, the fans jump and kick
i step off the stage, wishing this was real.
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Weighted score: 4.8577223
Overall Rank: 10391
Posted: November 7, 2005 5:46 PM PST; Last modified: November 7, 2005 5:46 PM PST
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bye the way your poems are pretty good, and im not trying to be negative about the whole thing. i just dont know why you asked if u was 13?
The average grown-up gives up on such pipe dreams as rock stardom and instead focuses on sounding smarter by learning multisyllable words and talking down to teenagers. We envy your innocence but alas at 17 it won't be long before you join the throng of us fuddy-duddies.
But really kid, you don't learn to skate by throwing yourself down the halfpipe and not expect to get hurt and ridiculed a little. Get yourself a collection of great poetry book or two and read it and study poetic methods (I mean without looking it up. What's an onomatopoeia or alliteration? You use a lot of one and in this poem maybe should use some of the other.) You'd be surprised how much of poetry is just a calculated trick.
Does this sound better to you?
In the music studio in my mind,
the window vibes to every beat
every rhyme and reason strung by bass
strumming, humming, buzzing in my teeth
lead guitar sings and wails and sails
I kiss the mic. A taste of metal and cocaine
Pyrotechnics blaze, my lungs bellow
hordes of chords into the sky
and from the crowd a thunder cloud
for the band, their hands give praise
We are gods of the stage
till I awake to the quiet rage of reality.
Just tricks of poetry. Rhyme, Metaphor, Symbolism, alliteration, etc.
Bye the way some of your poems are pretty good. I just wish you knew why.
And true i dont know why i was so negitive about this poem. I mnean critizism comes and goes.
but thanks for the tips.
Cause you say stupid shit like "Im sorry If a person with a higher intelect, as yourself, can not accept a poem that tells a story".
What patent crap. Obviously his disliking you has nothing to do with whether your poem tells or story or not, or even whether or not it tells a story we understand. Besides, of course we understand. We've all been 13 once, while you haven't been 26 yet. I don't mean to be negative, just don't say stuff like that anymore. And go out and try to have some, you know, experiences and stuff.
Of course, what it really comes down to is, I've currently acheived the happiness I grew up thinking I was entitled to. Can you say that?