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 Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 2:55 pm
Hey in this place you can write your poems in there and what you think about them. I don't care what kind of poems you write in here. Just if the poem isn't yours please write whos poem is that. Thank you. 4laugh
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 2:58 pm
A Forbidden Love
Why do I feel this way
this is so new to me
I can't feel this way to you
it is forbidden to feel this way
but I....I can't help it
just when I look into your eyes
it is like it is only me and you in the world
why do I feel this way
I can't get you out of my head
is this love that I'mfeeling
it just can't be
it is forbidden to feel this way
but I can't help it
you are i my head when i am aweak and when I am asleep
when you are near me all I can do is smile
all I want is to be with you
I don't care if it is forbidden or not
beacuse I love you.....you are my forbidden love.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 4:03 pm
Aww, that's a sweet poem, Athena. Congrats! I think this is a good idea, since many seemed to be interested in poetry. *Nods* Here's a short one, that I wrote in poetry club ... This is in my journal, too. xd Pressure
What head collision,
Heavy stress upon heart.
Closed eyes, watch images turn grey.
While emotions are split apart.
One unsteady breath,
Be sure to take it slow,
Paused thoughts of regret,
Wondering where to go.
Voices instilled in mind,
In hopes of reality drifting.
Let your dream echo amongst the stir,
And feel your spirits lifting
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 4:39 pm
As of right now, I can't come up with any good poems of mine, but this is an excerpt out of a poem I really like. Robert Frost, "The Road Not Taken"
I will be saying this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less travelled by
And that has made all the difference And here is the opening of one of my personal favorites. Poe, "A Dream Within a Dream"
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now.
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day
In a vision, or in none
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 8:22 pm
Im a fan of Poe myself, quoth the raven nevermore.
Forgive these, the only ones I have on hand are crap...
Innocent Beauty
Such beauty
So perfect yet so innocent
Only when beauty is not flaunted is it truly perfect
Look at her there
So innocent
With her back to me
Beautiful dark hair falling down
Sat up so quietly
Everything around her swirling
A mass of noises and colors
But her remaining still
On her chair she sits
I stay and watch
Taking in all of her form
The contours of her legs folded beneath her
Her decorated wrists
Her dazzling white skin
She stirs uncomfortably
Then stops
A new pose for me to admire
If she were to stay there for hours on end
I would as well
Just admiring her beauty
But alas this moment cannot last
So I shall sit and enjoy it
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 8:23 pm
Heres another... Damn where are all my good poems crying
Dilemma
So confusing
The one thing I want…
So close within reach
You can feel it
Hold it in your hands
And yet
You can’t touch it
It has no shape
And is so fragile
If not held
With touch as light as a dove
It does not shatter
It does not break
It just changes
Forever
If I were to cause such a change
To change something so beautiful
Into something so ugly
I would never forgive myself
So what does one do?
In such a dilemma
Take a chance
To destroy it or enjoy it
Or just remain
And wonder
What would have happened
If I had taken the other road
The one thing I want…
Is the one thing I fear most
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:02 pm
Ive got a chalenge.
I spout off a completely random topic and everyone interested writes a poem about it... then the person whos poem I decide is best or that I like the best... gets... ummm... a hug! and bragging rights!
Any takers?
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:19 pm
Lance Castle Ive got a chalenge. I spout off a completely random topic and everyone interested writes a poem about it... then the person whos poem I decide is best or that I like the best... gets... ummm... a hug! and bragging rights! Any takers? I brag not but I'm interested. ^_^
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:39 pm
OOH! *Jumps up and down, raising her hand* I'm interested in this random poem topic thing! PICK ME! PICK ME! xd
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 8:58 am
Okay then anyone whos interested write a poem about...
ummm...
Squirrels biggrin
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 12:07 pm
oooh oooh me me I am I am
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:23 pm
Squirrels
Up on the rooftop tramples these sounds,
Demons on my head or demons above the ground.
However way I dare to look,
I see these rodents in this nook.
Their teeth are huge and enormously white,
Chewing on nuts and giving me fright,
For when I go to outer Hampstead,
I'm afraid of my uncle's teeth neamed Fred.
I shoo them away,
Scaring them with what I say,
Leaving to school I pack my bags,
Eating ym breakfast so I don;t lag.
I arrive at school and I am in woe,
I got my test back with a big fat...low...
I look out the window to calm myself free,
And I pee my pants from the squrriels looking at me from the one tree.
LE EEEKS!^^
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 5:36 pm
Wow I quite like the ending.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 5:43 pm
Let's see now... squirrels. Ooh, I can mix in poetry with an anecdote! And I can even throw in a song about squirrels too! It whistled through the air
And struck with a thud
My arrow straight and my aim true
My mood was without a care
Alas, then a laugh came out
From something I could not see
I looked all around but did not find
So at last I gave a shout
My shout echoed through the wood
Yet an answer, there came none
The silence caused my temper to flare
Despite my mood having been good
Then at last it hit me, from the sky
Something that had fallen or been thrown
It bounced off my head and onto the ground
At my sights were set once again set high
On a branch, there a beast stood
With a long and bushy tail
A pinecone had been his ammo he threw
This strange creature of the wood
I shook my fist in anger you see
For its laughing did not cease
I had been outdone by squirrel, how sad
A squirrel high up in the tree What is sad is... that actually happened, I just made it all poetic. xp
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 5:57 pm
Ray Stevens: Mississippi Squirrel Revival
When I was a kid I'd take a trip
Every summer, down the Mississip
To see my auntie and her anti-bellum world
I'd run barefooted all day long
Climbing trees, free as a song
One day I happened to catch myself a squirrel
Well I stuffed him into an old shoe box
And punched a couple of holes in the top
When Sunday came, I snuck him into the church
I was sitting way back in the very last pew
Showing 'im to my good buddy Hugh
When that squirrel got loose and when totally beserk.
Well what happens next, is hard to tell
Some thought it was heaven, others thought it was hell
But the fact that something was among us was plain to see
As the choir sang out 'Surrender All'
The squirrel ran up Harv Hiller's coveralls
Harv leaped to his feat, said, 'Something's got a hold on me!"
Chorus:
The day the squirrel went beserk
In the first self-righteous church
In that sleepy little town of Pasca-Goula
It was a fight for survival
That broke out in revival
They was jumping pews and shouting, 'Halleluia!'
Well Harv hit the aisles dancing and a sceamin'
Some thought he had religion, others thought he had a demon
And Harv thought he had a weedeater loose in his fruit of the looms
As he fell to his knees to plead an beg
The squirrel ran out of his britches leg
Unobserved to the other side of the room
Well sittin' way back in the Amen View
Where sat Sister Bertha Better-Then-You
Who had been watching all the commotion with sadistic glee
Gee, you should've seen the look in her eyes
When the squirrel jumped her garders and crossed her thighs
And she leaped to her feet and said, 'Lord have mercy on me!'
As the squirrel made laps inside her dress
She began to cry and then to confess
To sins that would've made a sailor blush with shame
She told of gossip and church descention
But the thing that got the most attention
Was when she talked about her love life, and the she started namin' names!
Chorus
Well seven deacons and the pastor got saved
And 25-thousand dollars got raised
And 50 volunteered for missions in the Congo, on the spot
And even without an invitation
There were at least 500 re-dedications
And we all got rebaptized, whether we needed it or not
Well you've heard the Bible story I guess
How he parted the water's for Moses to pass
Oh, the miracles God has wrought in this old world
But the one I'll remember to my dying day
Is how he put that church back on the narrow way
With a half crazed Mississippi squirrel
Chorus
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