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Vendettas Revolution Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:54 am
ah poetry, everyone uses poetry everyday even when they don't think about it. we use it for: jokes, hobbies, jobs, to show love, and to get love ( wink-wink lol)
PLACE YOUR POEMS HERE AND FEEL FREE TO TALK ABOUT THEM...positively...
and if you want to use a poem that isnt yours, just tell us who wrote it
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 10:13 am
This poem is for FF7 crisis core its only part of the Loveless poem but i lix it!
"even if the marrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return..."
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Vendettas Revolution Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 5:17 pm
Heres a original poem by me!
Emptiness
The emptiness within is overbearing
Like a shadow that just won't fade
It watches everything I do
Telling me I'm wrong in everything I do
I can't take it
I feel I'm going to drown beneath an ocean of emptiness
I wish I could just throw it away
And show you the real me
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:04 pm
Another original poem:
Remove my Mask
I'm tired of hiding behind a mask
Always hiding my true feelings and thoughts
Never showing the true me
I wish I could take this mask between my hands
And tear it to pieces with my bare fingers
I wish I could revel in the bare pain of the blood
Then and only then, shall I finally smile, however unguarded and strange
I will finally be me, nothing less, nothing more.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 5:52 pm
A poem I like from Final Fantasy versus XIII and by shakespeare
"There is no such thing as good or bad but thinking makes it so..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:24 pm
a poem slash song
A love song which was carved on heaven was drownd in the city crush
Will love die from the world? but the time won't stop
You seem to be the final venus. I wanna save you.
Please please you
With your smile full of love
Please please you
Save this world
Loveless Lovemaking
While the countdowning
Loveless Lovemaking
For important things
Loveless Lovemaking
Don't give up...
Loveless love making
While the countdowning
Loveless Lovemaking
For important things
Loveless Lovemaking
We will never change...
Loveless lovemaking
It's going to die with our separated hearts
Loveless Lovemaking
You and me are in the countdowning
Any love does not exist between them
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Vendettas Revolution Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:00 pm
Poem by me "To Live Is To Lie" To live and let lie is to live and let die and to the people that live are the ones who try, try as they might, hiding in fright from the lies that persuade them, control them, uphold them, to the greed that beholds them to the mistakes they make, to the things we take, all is lost to the lie which we made, to the people that they owe. to live and let lie is to lie or die...
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 6:32 pm
To a Friend
-Daniel A. Drown
As twilight fades upon the west,
And zephyrs yield their rich bequest
Of odors to the evening air,
From leaflets and from flowerets fair,
So may fresh incense for you rise,
When time shall shade your future skies.
To soothe with peace those future years
When strength grows weak, and hopes and fears,
As tendrils of the running vine
Around the oak their grasp entwine,
To find support to rise on high,
As if to seek the fair blue sky,
So may your hopes like ivy cling
To truth, a constant peace to bring,
And bid your faith seek clearer skies,
Where joy fails not, where sorrow dies
As gently as the evening breeze
Soft whispers through the murmuring trees,
As calmly as the crystal tide
Kisses the pebbles by its side,
In all your ways appear to all,
Nor shun the weak, when once they fall;
But flowers scatter in the way,
And cheer their hearts, as best you may.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 6:38 pm
Know Thyself
-Mrs. Sigourney
Then gentle Twilight sits
On Day's forsaken throne,
'Mid the sweet hish of eventide
Muse by thyself alone,
And at the time of rest,
Ere sleep asserts its power,
Hold pleasant converse with thyself
In meditation's bower.
Motives and deeds review
By Memory's truthful glass,
Thy silent self the only judge
And critic as they pass;
And if their wayward face
Should give thy conscience pain,
Resolve with energy divine
The victory to gain.
When morning's earliest rays
O'er spire and roof-tree fall,
Gladly invite thy waking heart
Unto a festival
Of smiles and love to all,
The lowliest and the least,
And of delighted praise to Him,
The Giver of the feast.
Not on the outer world
For inward joy depend;
Enjoy the luxury of thought,
Make thine own self thy friend;
Not with the restless throng,
In search of solace roam,
But with an independent zeal
Be intimate at home.
Good company have they
Who by themselves do walk
If they have learned on blessed themes
With their own souls to talk;
For they shall never feel
Of dull ennui the power,
Nor penury of loneliness
Shall haunt their hall or bower.
Drink waters from the fount
That in thy bosom springs,
And envy not the mingled draught
Of satraps or of kings;
So shalt thou find at last,
Far from the giddy brain,
Self-knowledge and self-culture lead
To uncomputed gain.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 6:40 pm
Pleasures of Memory
-More
Like a gale that sighs along
Beds of oriental flowers,
Is the grateful breath of song
That once was heard in happier hours;
Filled with balm, the gale sighs on,
Though the flowers are sunk in death;
So when pleasure's dream is gone,
Its memory lives in music's breath.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 9:18 pm
The Secret
-David Clement-Davies
The secret is that nothing knows,
The secret is that all life flows,
The secret is that thoughts and hearts
Are different being split apart.
And though we change in skin and bone,
Each being has its truth alone.
There comes a time when close to home,
Yourself must please itself alone,
Then sing beneath the lovely sky,
The earth asks simply that you try.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 1:33 pm
i write poems all the time- i started when i was 10 biggrin here is one -
Black hands,
silhouettes
reach into your mind
tainting your thoughts
Hollow face
Blank of emotion
Incapable of anything but darkness
Killing you slowly
by the mark of the blade
its ripping your heart,
I'm watching you fade
One day stationary, cold you will be
But blessed you are
for you shall be free
thats one i put on my deviantart account (chika-in-love) so if you see anyone steal it, tell me please <3
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 4:14 am
X_Sage-Of-Universe_X Another original poem: Remove my Mask ''I'm tired of hiding behind a mask Always hiding my true feelings and thoughts Never showing the true me'' I wish I could take this mask between my hands And tear it to pieces with my bare fingers I wish I could revel in the bare pain of the blood Then and only then, shall I finally smile, however unguarded and strange I will finally be me, nothing less, nothing more. the first three lines are part of a poem i wrote. weird aye razz
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