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  Words Are A form of self-expression A way to show the world who we really are   Poems Are A form of self-reflection A way to connect with our inner selves   Essays Are A form of self-endurance A way of testing: How long can you last?   Songs Are A form of self-discovery A way of sharing our life with others   Sketches Are A way to make havoc neat With random lines forming an object   Caricatures Are A way to bully people Google the definition of a caricature: ... exaggerated...   Paintings Are A way to put effort and time In exchange for money   Art Makes Us... Human.  

*The contents of this poem may be slightly gross for some people. Read at your own risk. Three triangle cakes in a triad, Yellow as the sun, Soft and gooey as butter. That is we, the three weird sisters. A mouth full of teeth looms, A sharp pointy trident slices down-- OUCH! And so I tell my sisters, An I get eaten and devoured, Smear that face which said mouth belongs to, With your bodily fluids And hassle it so!   *The word 'An'in this context refers to 'If'. In this poem, 'an' is an Olde English word. ©LEGOCR8tions Owned by Koroleva Studios

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The wise keep silent The fools talk on and on But that goes without saying, sometimes the wise make a fool of themselves The fools can speak wise words.    Words are, a knife to the heart, a bloody, sharp one; the best bed ever, coupled with cushions; medicines, gives comfort; drugs, meant to betray: you, your words, passions, thoughts   The wise don't have to be smart The smart ones aren't always wise More often than not, the smart ones are the fools, blustering around with their knowledge that can't be used everywhere, along with shocking arrogance   The fools don't have to be in lack of knowledge, but a lack of humility, lack of courage, lack of control makes them in a sense, illiterate, illegitimates.   But then even the wise can forget, then the people see the wise as fools, the original fools aren't seen any different. Just look at ancient Rome, A bunch of fools in charge of some more fools, progressing to a single fool, but a fool no less, in charge of fools and more fools.   In the end, we all fools?

What is better? Dark or milk chocolate? For me both of them. These chocolates are like our lifes. We're evil or kind. And I'm both of them. In my heart isn't any love, my brain thinks like the worst guy. I'm not afraid of die, my best friend is me. But concurently, I want a world piece. Without any wars, without any rasism. In my heart is a little bit something good. I'm angry on people, but I don't want to kill them. I don't want to exist, but the suicide isn't a solution. In my soul is a conflict. Sometimes I have an explosions, sometimes I'm a gentle fairy. Dark and light are complicated. But I know one thing. I'm both of them. Hello, that's my second poem in this club, so I hope that you like it! I will be happy if you'll write positive or negative comment.

Now, I get YOUR need to advertise your clubs... so let's do it here! But nothing is for free... or money doesn't fall from the sky, as they say... here's a condition: If there are 5 different club links already posted here in a day, no one is allowed to post any more club links for the day, and the forum will be locked... for the day but will be unlocked the next day. It's painful to see these words, but hey, at least YOU get to advertise, and you can always come back the next day if you don't get to advertise your club today. 🤗 Теперь я понимаю, что вам нужно рекламировать свои клубы... так что давайте сделаем это здесь! Но ничто не дается бесплатно... или деньги не падают с неба, как говорится... вот такое условие: Если в течение дня здесь уже размещены 5 различных ссылок на клубы, то никому не разрешается размещать больше ссылок на клубы в течение дня, и форум будет заблокирован... в течение дня, но будет разблокирован на следующий день. Мне больно видеть эти слова, но, по крайней мере, вы можете дать объявление, и вы всегда можете вернуться на следующий день, если вы не получите рекламу вашего клуба сегодня. 🤗

I needed many times help, I wanted speak about myself, I was sad with my fake friends, I thought everything¨s wrong with me. And now? What about now? It's same. I will be always a second part for everyone. Nobody's really my friend, Nobody's understand, I don't believe nobody and nobody believe me. Maybe. Everybody wants to be a trendy toy, Everybody has a same dream. Be famous. I'll be rather shadow mouse then stupid, flirting b*tch. I'll be rather nobody then listening somebody, how everybody are nobody. Be careful in famous world. In world of fame. Fame seems like baby. Happy and beautiful baby, who loves everyone. As fame. But on the other side is true truth. Fame is just like your worst dreams. Fame kill yourself. Hello guys! That's my first poem in this club. So, I hope that my poet wasn't bad. Please give me a feedback in comments.

hello Shadows Shadows are dancing Near places Where witches created Their potions. So, voices in my head Were taken from there Many emotions... Shadows don’t loudly talking But in midnight moonlight Someone will hear their murmur. Whisper of shadows Is something impossible As wolfs forest Or cry rain... Sadness is their den And no one knows What does happen, when Shadows start lying... What am I talking about? Please, look around As enteral ghost, Or silent guards They follow our life But only one shadow Your way gotta share, And separate it can no one knife...

The ant wants the sugar The bear wants the meat And we want the forest Endless desires No end Can't see the light at the other side Was there a tunnel to begin with? There's the poor, the well-offs, the rich The poor want a life with all necessities The well-offs want tons of money in their name The rich want to rule the world One starts with nothing, Then a cot, milk, house, A tiny bed, cereals, house, maybe a phone, A queen-sized bed, roast chicken, well-done steak, tablet A king-sized bed, champagne, roasted everything, gadgets of all sorts And then we want more Before ending with nothing Endless wants Never ending Like the space outside this small world Our desires, "needs", will never cease to flow What else is there to want? What else do we not have? What more do we need? Doesn't nothing last forever? Or was that statement false all while?

Way out Fantasy and crazy- Two components of soul of fire Possess it is my only desire... On wings of freedom I would have carried away And from boundless sky Loudly shout "hey!" But all that can I do- In gray weekdays frantically cry. And there is no way out The circle has closed So, liberty is only supposed My muses are laughing While in a futile for inspiration wait I m to writing poetry trying. And it is so annoying But don't roll back Because once upon a moorland Easily and freely In last life or next You will dance with the wind And about gray routine Absolutely forget... * * * I am waiting for this with unrest Thanks for reading) I never wrote poems in English, hope that it was worthy

I cannot help but stop and look at the barbarous atrocity.Now cruel is just the thing,To get me wondering if the atrocity is savage. The homicide that's really gruesome,Above all others is the carnage.Are you upset by how grisly it is?Does it tear you apart to see the carnage so alarming? An alarm, however hard it tries,Will always be fat."Pingpong", said the alarm,And "pingpong" then "pingpong" again. A crime, however hard it tries,Will always be cunning.Down, down, down into the darkness of the crime,Gently it goes - the wily, the attractive, the clever.

I have a ring Shines in the dark Shows me the way To the only person I will ever want The only person I will ever need

Task 3: Write an essay explaining how your opening scene articulates a theme of the play. Theme I wish to emphasize the ideas of balancing good and evil in Macbeth’s world as well as bravery and loyalty in the face of danger and the importance of both ideas which has been prevalent throughout the centuries, still is and will continue to be equally prevalent in the generations to come. As the idea of what is good and evil depends on one’s perspective as well as personal views on what justifies as good and evil, it is hard to justify, in Macbeth’s world, what would be socially accepted as what is good and bad. However, thankfully, it is easier to justify why one should be brave and loyal even when wrought with disaster, especially in the rather chaotic world of Macbeth. Throughout the whole play, one can see why bravery and loyalty are important, i.e, having the bravery to oppress a tyrant even when chances of losing one’s life for rising against the tyrant king was high as Macduff and Malcolm had done, or even in the example of Macbeth--having the bravery to fight a battle till the very end even though the likelihoods of loosing and dying to the enemies were rocket-high, and having the willingness to fight in the battle not so as to gain power or popularity, but so as to show one’s strong allegiance to a nation and her sovereign. Yet, it is also important to note how the notion of good and evil--and the meanings that the individual characters had tagged on to ‘good’ and ‘evil’, affected the actions, thoughts, opinions and ultimately, decisions and choices that the characters made, and how those actions, thoughts, and choices affected other characters or caused some characters to do what they did in the play. Setting and Set For the background music, I had chosen the song Kукушка (Cuckoo) by Polina Gagarina for a particular reason--it shows how loyal and brave the soldiers were in fighting for their country. The soldiers were just small, unidentifiable individuals in a big army, insignificant cogs in a gigantic war machine, and as such, no one would take much notice of a few dead or missing soldiers. Yet, the soldiers chose to bravely fight on, even though they knew that they most likely would not return to their loved ones alive “Кто пойдëт по следу одинокому? Сильные да смелые головы сложили в поле в бою. Мало кто остался в светлой памяти” (Who's going to follow my lonely track?/The strong and brave laid down their lives./On the battlefield, in fight/Few of them remained in our memory) --showing precisely what Macbeth had done. Macbeth had taken the risk of potentially losing his life and fought on bravely and out of loyalty to King Duncan even after he and his men had been outnumbered by the enemy. Whilst there were no other features of the set in Act 1.1 that showed the importance of bravery and loyalty, there are features that show how the idea of good and evil carries through the generations. The most common stereotype of witches is that witches only exist in the medieval period or in the time where people used swords to battle and wore fancy, heavy dresses in balls, not in the time--the current time--where women no longer dress in corsets and petticoats but are scantily dressed instead in shorts and sleeveless tops, where men no longer engage in sword-fighting. The general perception of good, that is, being kind and virtuous would almost generally remain the same through the ages—so would the idea of being evil. But in uncertain times, who can guarantee that what was deemed as correct when all was calm and peaceful would still remain so in chaos? Characterization of the Witches I wanted to bring about the idea that evil (which is what the witches represent in the play) will always exist, be it the past or the present, therefore, instead of dressing the witches up in their typical cloak and pointed hats with a broomstick and being stinky and ugly, I made them go against stereotypes and dressed them up immaculately and cleanly, the third witch even going so far as to “apply a touch of lipstick” to look her best as the three witches head towards the heath to “meet with Macbeth”. Besides, by dressing the witches up would go against expectations—it is in a way hinting at the theme of things being unexpected or not as usual—one does not expect a witch whose storybook features come with warts and greasy hair coupled with body odor to dress like a business lady. Of course, one cannot expect the witches to be the total opposite of stereotypical witches, otherwise, the play would not make sense, and the witches would not fit the context of how witches are being portrayed in Macbeth, so some characteristics of the witches have to remain. Take, for example, their trademark eagerness to be evil and wreak chaos upon people or places, which was shown in how they nodded in agreement to each other’s suggestions and the delight that the third witch showed at the prospect of meeting Macbeth—as we all know, that meeting and subsequent meetings between Macbeth and the witches will prove disastrous for Macbeth as the witches seem to be indirectly giving Macbeth an incentive to kill King Duncan, Banquo, Fleance and defenseless Lady Macduff—therefore effectively retaining the evil side under all that “pretty woman” facade.

    Teachers light a flame,Yet none are ever the same.But how long the fire burnsIn the urn,Is out of their hands. Like how our wild souls Are not their souls                                           T o  T a M e

1. No Name by @daFoxy 2. ɢʀõŵɪɴʛ øʟđêɾ by @harshawiz_01 3. Nobody by @Kamilotka 4. way out by @Lesya_7 5. Shadows by @Lesya_7 6. Dark or Light by @Kamilotka 7. IN DREAMS OF SOMEONE♥️(poem) by @prashant191028081 8. Life by @Kamilotka 9. The Bird by @Prath1 10.What If I'm an Ant by @prashant191028081 11.Keep Smiling by @prashant191028081 12. What is depression? by @daFoxy and other poems

I am Nero.I've done both good and bad.Yet which is which,You shall decide. I love all instruments of art,Yet I love myself even more.But my people and glorious Rome,I put as my first priority. Yet I have been misjudged.I, emperor of Rome, misjudged!I have never yet been a third wheel to my people,And already, they wish me off the throne. All curse the Great Fire of Rome!Curse that blasted fire, that so burnt and razed my destiny to the ground.The beginning,of the end of me Fool my people more for thinking worse of me!Fie, a traitor to my own land?I played my lyre and sang and acted, as the fire raged,Only to give my people peace of mind!Yet I am sorely accused of being ignorant... Buildings were burnt,My own palace destroyed so.And hence, a need to build a grander palace...Which I did. The palace rebuilt, Invitations to the poor of my land to come into my golden home.Feast and enjoy themselves they did,And I, I ne'er said a word... Once again, I am sorely accused.What did I get for allowing the lowest scum of the earth to enter my home? Wild accusations, of the likes never heard before!That I was greedy, that I saw the Great Fire as a chance to earn more glory,That I cared for mine and mine only! Revolts all over,Accusations travelling fast as greased lightning,Rebellions grew, as fast as weeds do. Now I am off the throne,The people are happy,The Senate fights and argues over the throne's seat.Christened as the Dark Ages of Rome,Indeed, it is. As to if more emperors shall take my place,There will, yet none will last.This is the beginning of the end,Of me, of Rome, of my people, of everything my predecessors have worked and slaved for. Judge me now,O historians. I am,Emperor Nero. *In an alternate version, instead of "third wheel", it's "fifth wheel".

I am a pharoah, Ruler and goddess-queen of the country of sands and life Judge me all you wish, But my legacy is mine to judge and preserve. Qualities of all pharoahs was I to keep. Keep them I did. Kind, just and honourable to my people. Yet I toyed with love, O love, my favorite toy of all, Would also be the death of me O curse my destiny, gods! Why did I never see through the death-shroud of love! So blinded, so misguided, and fooled so... To let my beloved kingdom be devoured by the Chaos serpent... Why must Antony come along! Why was it Ra's will, for Rome to be created? O curse the men with scutums and shields that so caused this tragedy! All mistakes I had made, O Ra, I plead to you now in supplication. I turned from your Light, from being a just ruler, Drowned in the sorrows of mortality, O save me, from the Sea of Chaos! And now I know, Love is death, And death is love. You will disagree, Yet is it not so, if your lover dies, and you die to be with him? Love is chaos, Yet order came from chaos. So is love, Order of Chaos? Or a distraction? So bring forth the serpents of Chaos! Let them kiss me, In fateful love, To be in love and death with my lover... Why do I care what you think? O bless Osiris, god of underworld, Thanks be to you, To grant me leave with Antony. Lest you call for me, Lord, The name is Cleopatra.w

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So it’s seems like @LegendarySpartan is the only member sharing poems. It gets rather boring when only one person writes all the poems. The poem below is a Sonnet (CDCD EFEF GG). I wrote it quickly, so there’s always room for suggestions. So.....here’s the poem I wrote:  I look up into the night sky, Admiring how each star shines. Gazing and gazing, until I begin to cry, So much wonders fill my mind.   The Milky Way adorns the sky, Shooting stars flickers by. I hope the sun will never rise, But I know that won’t happen any time.   Gazing into the sky I wonder why My loved one had to die.   Edit:  I look up into the night sky, Admiring how each star shines. Gazing and gazing, until tears roll down my eyes, So much wonders fill my mind.   The Milky Way adorns the skies, The harsh wind sends chills down my spine. I hope the sun will never rise, But I know that won’t happen any time.   Looking up into the sky, I wonder why My loved one had to die.