MFC Coffee House (poetry, art & stories)

[carlie_x]

really?, haha, ok, i'm glad i'm not the only one who thinks so:naughty:

*searching for tha quote*

 

I think its referring to his dress sense. something about a flea market?! or am I thinking of a different one?!

 

*searches through posts*

[pam]

Hi Purple grape,

You are good,keep writing.

[~Ana~]

Hi,

You are good,kep it up.

 

wwoooww!!, hi!!, this thread was dead, good you revive it!!

 

hummm, one month later i answer you Carlie, no, i was thinking more of mika looking like Charlie in his way of thinking! , hahaha

[pam]

 

The Princess and The Urchin.

-By pam

 

She is a princess,

so dainty, so fair

He is an urchin

with moppy hair.

 

She loves his songs,

He likes her dance

He likes to say much,

she doesn't get a chance.

 

She shows her love

By little things she does,

He pulls her hair

While trying to hug.

 

Sometimes they are happy,

Happy by themselves,

Reading a book,

Or just holding hands.

 

All is not flowers,

as it may seem,

Kicking and punching,

Oh, how they scream!

 

But they are learning,

To love and to grow,

That they have each other,

Where ever they go.

 

Happy together,

They are my boon,

She is my daughter,

and he is my son!

[~Ana~]

 

The Princess and The Urchin.

-By pam

 

She is a princess,

so dainty, so fair

He is an urchin

with moppy hair.

 

She loves his songs,

He likes her dance

He likes to say much,

she doesn't get a chance.

 

She shows her love

By little things she does,

He pulls her hair

While trying to hug.

 

Sometimes they are happy,

Happy by themselves,

Reading a book,

Or just holding hands.

 

All is not flowers,

as it may seem,

Kicking and punching,

Oh, how they scream!

 

But they are learning,

To love and to grow,

That they have each other,

Where ever they go.

 

Happy together,

They are my boon,

She is my daughter,

and he is my son!

 

Soo beautiful Pam!!

[kittie88]

 

The Princess and The Urchin.

-By pam

 

She is a princess,

so dainty, so fair

He is an urchin

with moppy hair.

 

She loves his songs,

He likes her dance

He likes to say much,

she doesn't get a chance.

 

She shows her love

By little things she does,

He pulls her hair

While trying to hug.

 

Sometimes they are happy,

Happy by themselves,

Reading a book,

Or just holding hands.

 

All is not flowers,

as it may seem,

Kicking and punching,

Oh, how they scream!

 

But they are learning,

To love and to grow,

That they have each other,

Where ever they go.

 

Happy together,

They are my boon,

She is my daughter,

and he is my son!

 

 

That is such a nice poem!!!

[Aaurora]

That is such a nice poem!!!

 

I second that!

[Mika Freaka =)]

I second that!

 

im agreeing, that was brilliant!!!!

 

I feel confused, but fully sorted out.

I feel like smiling, but my lips form a pout.

I feel like crying three big buckets full of tears,

I feel like laughing non- stop for the rest of my years.

Sometimes I feel sleepy, but at the same time fully awake.

Sometimes I think I’m sick, I’m not really sure if it’s fake.

I wonder around aimlessly, yet I have a dream.

I’m really getting frustrated now, I think I’m going to scream.

Whatever this is, I’m not really sure, it can only be felt, not touched or seen, there really is no cure.

I think its love, if I’m right that is the name.

I had no idea what it felt like till it came,

It can harm as I know, but it is also kind.

It’s a really rare feeling and one that is hard to find!!!

[kittie88]

im agreeing, that was brilliant!!!!

 

I feel confused, but fully sorted out.

I feel like smiling, but my lips form a pout.

I feel like crying three big buckets full of tears,

I feel like laughing non- stop for the rest of my years.

Sometimes I feel sleepy, but at the same time fully awake.

Sometimes I think I’m sick, I’m not really sure if it’s fake.

I wonder around aimlessly, yet I have a dream.

I’m really getting frustrated now, I think I’m going to scream.

Whatever this is, I’m not really sure, it can only be felt, not touched or seen, there really is no cure.

I think its love, if I’m right that is the name.

I had no idea what it felt like till it came,

It can harm as I know, but it is also kind.

It’s a really rare feeling and one that is hard to find!!!

 

brilliant! that is such an emotional poem, such a good definition of love as well! I once wrote a poem similar to that quite a while ago, i will post it if i can find it but i think my poetry book is up at uni!

[sparkly1]

 

The Princess and The Urchin.

-By pam

 

She is a princess,

so dainty, so fair

He is an urchin

with moppy hair.

 

She loves his songs,

He likes her dance

He likes to say much,

she doesn't get a chance.

 

She shows her love

By little things she does,

He pulls her hair

While trying to hug.

 

Sometimes they are happy,

Happy by themselves,

Reading a book,

Or just holding hands.

 

All is not flowers,

as it may seem,

Kicking and punching,

Oh, how they scream!

 

But they are learning,

To love and to grow,

That they have each other,

Where ever they go.

 

Happy together,

They are my boon,

She is my daughter,

and he is my son!

 

fabulous Pam loved it

[pam]

im agreeing, that was brilliant!!!!

 

I feel confused, but fully sorted out.

I feel like smiling, but my lips form a pout.

I feel like crying three big buckets full of tears,

I feel like laughing non- stop for the rest of my years.

Sometimes I feel sleepy, but at the same time fully awake.

Sometimes I think I’m sick, I’m not really sure if it’s fake.

I wonder around aimlessly, yet I have a dream.

I’m really getting frustrated now, I think I’m going to scream.

Whatever this is, I’m not really sure, it can only be felt, not touched or seen, there really is no cure.

I think its love, if I’m right that is the name.

I had no idea what it felt like till it came,

It can harm as I know, but it is also kind.

It’s a really rare feeling and one that is hard to find!!!

Loved it, really beautiful.

[englishrose]

Awesome. I love coffee houses. Can we put some brazilian lounge music on?

 

Here's a poem I wrote as a writing assignment...it's in french but I'll translate as best I can..

 

Le regret

 

Si seulement elle etait une porte, elle pourrait s'ouvrir et y passer librement...mais elle n'a pas de gonds.

 

Si seulement elle etait le vent, elle pourrait siffler pour que les nuages disparaissent...mais elle n'a pas assez d'air.

 

Si seulement elle etait une goutelette, elle pourrait tomber d'en haut pour se joindre a la maree...mais elle n'est pas composee d'hydrogene, ni d'oxygene.

 

Si seulement elle etait une flute, elle pourrait jouer de douces berceuses pour s'endormir...mais elle n'a pas de musique.

 

Si seulement elle etait un flocon de neige, elle pourrait tomber pour recouvrir ses empreintes...mais son sang n'est pas assez froid.

 

Si seulement elle etait une pierre, elle pourrait fortifier ses fondations...mais elle n'a pas assez de poids.

 

 

 

Si elle pourrait...

 

 

 

Here's the translation:

 

If only she were a door, she could open herself and pass freely...but she has no hinges.

 

If only she were a clock, she could turn her hands back to relive the calm before the storm...but she is not measured in seconds, in minutes, in hours.

 

If only she were the wind, she could blow away the clouds...but she hasn't enough air.

 

If only she were a raindrop, she could fall from on high to rejoin the tide...but she is not made of hydrogen, nor oxygen.

 

If only she were a flute, she could play sweet lullabies to send herself to sleep...but she hasn't the melody.

 

If only she were a snowflake, she could fall to cover her footprints...but her blood isn't cold enough.

 

If only she were a stone, she could strengthen her foundations...but she hasn't enough weight.

 

 

 

If only she could...

[kittie88]

Awesome. I love coffee houses. Can we put some brazilian lounge music on?

 

Here's a poem I wrote as a writing assignment...it's in french but I'll translate as best I can..

 

Le regret

 

Si seulement elle etait une porte, elle pourrait s'ouvrir et y passer librement...mais elle n'a pas de gonds.

 

Si seulement elle etait le vent, elle pourrait siffler pour que les nuages disparaissent...mais elle n'a pas assez d'air.

 

Si seulement elle etait une goutelette, elle pourrait tomber d'en haut pour se joindre a la maree...mais elle n'est pas composee d'hydrogene, ni d'oxygene.

 

Si seulement elle etait une flute, elle pourrait jouer de douces berceuses pour s'endormir...mais elle n'a pas de musique.

 

Si seulement elle etait un flocon de neige, elle pourrait tomber pour recouvrir ses empreintes...mais son sang n'est pas assez froid.

 

Si seulement elle etait une pierre, elle pourrait fortifier ses fondations...mais elle n'a pas assez de poids.

 

 

 

Si elle pourrait...

 

 

 

Here's the translation:

 

If only she were a door, she could open herself and pass freely...but she has no hinges.

 

If only she were a clock, she could turn her hands back to relive the calm before the storm...but she is not measured in seconds, in minutes, in hours.

 

If only she were the wind, she could blow away the clouds...but she hasn't enough air.

 

If only she were a raindrop, she could fall from on high to rejoin the tide...but she is not made of hydrogen, nor oxygen.

 

If only she were a flute, she could play sweet lullabies to send herself to sleep...but she hasn't the melody.

 

If only she were a snowflake, she could fall to cover her footprints...but her blood isn't cold enough.

 

If only she were a stone, she could strengthen her foundations...but she hasn't enough weight.

 

 

 

If only she could...

 

That is SUCH a lovely poem! I love it!

[Mika Freaka =)]

Awesome. I love coffee houses. Can we put some brazilian lounge music on?

 

Here's a poem I wrote as a writing assignment...it's in french but I'll translate as best I can..

 

Le regret

 

Si seulement elle etait une porte, elle pourrait s'ouvrir et y passer librement...mais elle n'a pas de gonds.

 

Si seulement elle etait le vent, elle pourrait siffler pour que les nuages disparaissent...mais elle n'a pas assez d'air.

 

Si seulement elle etait une goutelette, elle pourrait tomber d'en haut pour se joindre a la maree...mais elle n'est pas composee d'hydrogene, ni d'oxygene.

 

Si seulement elle etait une flute, elle pourrait jouer de douces berceuses pour s'endormir...mais elle n'a pas de musique.

 

Si seulement elle etait un flocon de neige, elle pourrait tomber pour recouvrir ses empreintes...mais son sang n'est pas assez froid.

 

Si seulement elle etait une pierre, elle pourrait fortifier ses fondations...mais elle n'a pas assez de poids.

 

 

 

Si elle pourrait...

 

 

 

Here's the translation:

 

If only she were a door, she could open herself and pass freely...but she has no hinges.

 

If only she were a clock, she could turn her hands back to relive the calm before the storm...but she is not measured in seconds, in minutes, in hours.

 

If only she were the wind, she could blow away the clouds...but she hasn't enough air.

 

If only she were a raindrop, she could fall from on high to rejoin the tide...but she is not made of hydrogen, nor oxygen.

 

If only she were a flute, she could play sweet lullabies to send herself to sleep...but she hasn't the melody.

 

If only she were a snowflake, she could fall to cover her footprints...but her blood isn't cold enough.

 

If only she were a stone, she could strengthen her foundations...but she hasn't enough weight.

 

 

 

If only she could...

 

 

i love it, the open ending, id say the translation is quite good lol

[purplegrape]

Hi Purple grape,

You are good,keep writing.

 

thanks, thats sweet.

theres a coffee houe coming up at my school on valentines day and i want to write a poem for it. the theme is "twisted love"

 

 

The Princess and The Urchin.

-By pam

 

She is a princess,

so dainty, so fair

He is an urchin

with moppy hair.

 

She loves his songs,

He likes her dance

He likes to say much,

she doesn't get a chance.

 

She shows her love

By little things she does,

He pulls her hair

While trying to hug.

 

Sometimes they are happy,

Happy by themselves,

Reading a book,

Or just holding hands.

 

All is not flowers,

as it may seem,

Kicking and punching,

Oh, how they scream!

 

But they are learning,

To love and to grow,

That they have each other,

Where ever they go.

 

Happy together,

They are my boon,

She is my daughter,

and he is my son!

 

omg, i love that its so sweet

 

Awesome. I love coffee houses. Can we put some brazilian lounge music on?

 

Here's the translation:

 

If only she were a door, she could open herself and pass freely...but she has no hinges.

 

If only she were a clock, she could turn her hands back to relive the calm before the storm...but she is not measured in seconds, in minutes, in hours.

 

If only she were the wind, she could blow away the clouds...but she hasn't enough air.

 

If only she were a raindrop, she could fall from on high to rejoin the tide...but she is not made of hydrogen, nor oxygen.

 

If only she were a flute, she could play sweet lullabies to send herself to sleep...but she hasn't the melody.

 

If only she were a snowflake, she could fall to cover her footprints...but her blood isn't cold enough.

 

If only she were a stone, she could strengthen her foundations...but she hasn't enough weight.

 

 

 

If only she could...

 

ahhhh, thats so pretty!! i love it!!!

[kittie88]

I wrote some poems when I couldn't sleep the other night, here is one of them:

 

Where is he???

 

Where is the one,

That I have searched high and low for.

Have we met before,

in some God-foresaken past?

 

Whom is this man,

That they call Mr Right?

Do I know him,

Or have I met him in my dreams?

 

Will I ever meet this person,

Or have I missed him

whilst I was looking in the wrong places?

 

Or is he here already???

[purplegrape]

aww, thats pretty!

i was gonna fix up one of my old nes, but i lost the notebook i had them all written in

not cool

[Nielo]

I like this thread, your poems are all so beautiful! (I'd comment on all of them personally, but there are just too many. )

Here's a poem I wrote about 2 years ago:

 

Sleep tight

 

That slumbering state

between asleep

and awake

When dreams become real

and reality seems fake

 

That beautiful place

in which you

can't find a trace

But that's okay

you're caught in a daze

 

That mindnumbing time

when you can

cross every line

I wish it could last

it feels so damn fine

[xBillyBrownx]

you're all so good at this! i'm not very talented.. or maybe i have some undiscovered talent.. you never noe.. i guess i'll have to keep searching

[pam]

I like this thread, your poems are all so beautiful! (I'd comment on all of them personally, but there are just too many. )

Here's a poem I wrote about 2 years ago:

 

Sleep tight

 

That slumbering state

between asleep

and awake

When dreams become real

and reality seems fake

 

That beautiful place

in which you

can't find a trace

But that's okay

you're caught in a daze

 

That mindnumbing time

when you can

cross every line

I wish it could last

it feels so damn fine

 

Wonderful, that slumbering state!! unfortunately that is when the alarm bell rings and....

[pam]

Thanks to all of you good people for appreciating my effort. :thumb_yello:

[AKateisaKate]

Never got into poetry, but I have some art!

[Love_love_Mika]

i'm not much of a poet.. just wrote this one poem.. it's kinda sad unlike my usual self.. i hope it makes sense.. let me know what you think

 

Articles lay around

The background music to my life

But not another sound

Externally

 

But on the other side

The dwelling, I can hear the needles drop

Its piercing

A surface, a cycle, a hurricane of emotions

The sound of letting go

 

Inside out

So self absorbed, inwards and around

Conformity, reality, tranquillity and explosion

To question, conjecture

There’s someone in the distance

 

Collisions

Hard, shiny, polished surfaces

Scraping and scratching

Screech eternally

Some swelling

Plane damage

 

It grows, inhabits

Takes over, inhibits

Liberation, tied down

Reach out

No person in the distance

 

Awaiting a reaction

Combination, a clump, a knot, a sudden contraction

Bang, let loose

Expansion

[~Ana~]

Never got into poetry, but I have some art!

 

show!!, i'm not good at poems also...

[findingmywords]

Hii!

I want to write a book!!

haha

hopefully...

and I like to sow!