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Moth Wrangler Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 5:17 pm
I just thought it might be nice to read some of the poems people have written....
Um,
I'll go first.
Singing on a May day,
I found my harmony had come to play,
She sang,
Her voice so high,
And sweet...
Our alto came in on a very high note,
Singing a tune,
And bowing the strings
Of her beautiful violin.
I hit my D,
Pleased when it was met with an in-key F-A.
And the May day lit up.
There was dancing,
Laughing,
Singing and clapping.
The whole Orchestra joined our little trio.
Then came the band,
Low and crisp.
Twas' then I noticed that my little song
Had brouhgt on a day
Of dancing,
Laughing,
Celabration
Across our nation.
I had started the joy,
With my swirling words.
Singing freely like the birds.
We kept on singing till our voices went dim.
Then the strings quieted down
And the band packed up.
And we all went to bed,
With the song still in our heart.
But then I woke up.
Twas' a nice May day,
And I started to sing,
Noticing my harmonies joining the play.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 5:56 pm
In some of those parts, I think it'd sound alot better without the comma at the end; you know, so it just keeps on flowing from one line to another. I have one, too. It's about religious prejudice. AKA, against me. x: I'll post the artist's comment I had with it, too, on my Sheezy Art.
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Star-Crossed
A side-ways glance and
Our gazes collide--
'Tis a duel tonight we face.
Daggers, at your mark.
Serpentine tongue as sharp as sword an' blade
Slash as you will:
My palm, my ankle
And my side.
Carve your marks
Into our heart and hand,
Together, the tears we shed--
We are one in the same!
Halt!
Daggers, retreat back to your sheathes!
May the blood you've shed
Upon this frigid eve
Quench your fires.
Behold, the chaos you have wrought!
This ground is stained now
With but embers--
Pray not they spark again.
Fiery suns set,
A pool of cresented cool
Now setting the stage.
This night my other lies
On his bed of stone,
His beloved alter.
This one a mattress,
Atop these feather(s) of lead--
This, my comfort,
Bullets on which I lay my head.
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Artist's Comment:
I wrote this for English class. :] I love the image I found on the internet for it, too. Yeah. I fail at poetry.
STORY: Two people clash; one of them tears the other apart about their religion, how there is only one God, and he doesn't listen. The one person makes the Pagan feel horrible, and they go their seperate ways. The Christian sleeps with no worries, he feels superior argueing about the religion he knows nothing of (his religon and the Pagan's), and the Pagan...well, yeah. I don't hate Christians. I'm pro-religion. :] I'm anti-ignorance.
SYMBOLISM: Take a stab, and if you do well enough, I'll give you a cookie (or gift art?).
This poem is deticated to all persecuted for their religion, even if they aren't Pagan.
Pride of self, all the way.
"feather of lead" @ Shakespeare
Image @ Respected Artist
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Moth Wrangler Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 3:18 pm
n-n
I got my poem published in a magazine~<3
Not the one here,
But my Paige Poem.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 10:08 am
heart I'm sure she's soo proud of you. heart
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Moth Wrangler Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 6:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 7:12 am
well I'm sure she's proud of you and so are your friends 3nodding
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Moth Wrangler Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:46 am
You would know Gerald.
Ed ish missing her friends very much~!
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 4:57 pm
Hey, I love all the pomes I've read so far... they're really nice. I was on this poem site, and I was just looking around and I saw this one poem, I didn't write it, but I saw this poem and it was really touching. <33. I'll Survive You may attack me with hatefulness
With your squinted, judging eyes,
You may try to hurt me with your words
But still, I will, survive.
Does my strength of mind upset you?
You can try to break me down,
I feel like I am made of steel
I won't alter, I won't frown.
Like the strongest people
With the strongest state of mind,
I am too strong to break
I'll survive.
Did you want to see me torn down?
Shaking, nervous and scared?
I'm sorry but that won't happen
I arrived calm and prepared.
Do my comebacks really shock you?
Did you think I'd cry instead?
I talk like I don't even care
About anything you said.
This is just a game to me
It may seem more in your eyes,
It doesn't matter what moves you make
For still, I will, survive.
Does my constant calmness bug you?
Do you hate not getting through?
For I am too happy to listen
You can never spoil my mood.
I'll survive
Visits : 628
Votes : 23
Rating : 5.0
By: Ele After I read this poem, I added her to my favorites. :3
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 6:50 pm
How Can I?How can I go on when all I have it this? The oppisite of everyone, who has eternal bliss, I can't go on in this unreal place, I can't continue to wear a fake face. To cry alone in a dark lonley room, My pain, for years, has continued to bloom, I want to just give up all hope, To step down from this really high rope. But I have one more thing left to do, And that is to say "I love you," But I canot go on with this pain, It's like waiting during a drought for rain. Goodbye world,goodbye to you, Just remember that I loved you. Yeah, I know it may not be the best...but oh well. Atleast I understand it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 6:38 pm
It's called Bitter-Sweet Melodies. My fingers move with the music,
The notes,
They run in rythm.
My heart
It beats with them,
Piano keys soft on my finger tips.
I mouth the words,
My lips moving with the music.
What ever this feeling may be,
My head is sure that I do not want to loose it.
Everything is so right
My shoulders feel light.
The weight that's settled upon them,
Shattered by the soothing notes.
My heart soon worries,
Because it has to end,
This feeling
It hurts.
It burns my chest
And makes me want to cry,
But the music has to die.
Because,
Of corse,
Who am I
To make the notes go on
After the bar line...?
It's all gone.
Stopped,
Dead,
Still ringing in my head.
And soon it fades.
The melody,
A haunting blur.
I want it back.
That moment I lost...
But every action has a cost.
And my life remains bitter-sweet.
Bitter because it's ended,
Sweet for I know
There is a chance,
That a new moment and I
Might meet.
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Moth Wrangler Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 1:19 am
I didn't write this, but I love it.
I used to write poetry. I was never too good at it, though. If I find any of my old stuff, I'll put it up.
Just As A Thief
by Thomas Lanechanger
As years tick on, mere mortals descend into dust;
attacked by a gloom ‘n despondent by past regrets.
Species multiply, convoluted in turbulent distrust;
haunted by mankind’s inhuman gurgles of threats.
Unlike the winds of the world blowing wild ‘n free;
there’s a hunger unappeased from birth to death.
Grappling inside rivers of fears, smoldering debris;
searching for solace ‘n seek out life giving breath.
Is it possible for humiliated rainbows to shine again;
who are wrapped inside phantoms formidable walls?
Allow life’s flowing waters to cascade as a fountain;
filling the dignified circumference of illustrated halls.
Decades have vanished for the witnesses of horror;
their visions of tomorrow could not bring them relief.
Let’s try to salvage a reminder of the great explorers;
instead of entering through rear doors, just as a thief.
It's amazing. Oh--here's a poem I wrote in 6th grade.
Rereading it now, it's pretty crappy. But when I was in 6th I thought it pwned... like cake. So here it is.
The Memory of a Simple Deed
by 11-year-old Lolle
Swaying green,
A leafy sea;
I look up,
That's what I see.
Untamable mane,
A lion so still;
Until brush by thy wind,
With a newborn free will.
Bestow a shadow
Upon that who is thee;
The sun is quite harsh,
Yet lack beneath your canopy.
Old we may grow,
Busy we may get;
But the times you shielded me,
I will not forget.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 7:32 pm
BLUE TUESDAY
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Blue-grey skies arise in the east.
It brings another rain filled day
All below lay awaiting the dew of the gods
As skies release thier watery spray
The blossoms on the stem stand tall
Each sprinkle gives a life element
Fulfilling the various thirst of the ever so many
Making the stress of life seem relevent
There is a something that is given
Something supplied by the heavenly dews that desend
It is unequalled in hummankind`s verse of life and time
even though occasionally some humans enjoy the ability to pretend.
Just once stand amongst the dew of the gods
As it pours down it`s jewels to this earth
Feel the loving arms of cleansing upon your skin
It shall feel like the newness of rebirth
Other might say it`s a blue tuesday in our midst
I say that it`s a day of rest, cleansing and kindness
A day for pondered words and all the heart wishes
We must seize it before this blessing lay behind us
............WindWhisperer wink
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 7:37 pm
Rainy Day Love Affair.
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The wild wind blows as the willow weeps
The birds sing creating enchantment
This day well spent brings the produce it must reap
For finding love amongst the rain makes a heart content.
The day is overflowing with dreaming.
Dreaming of the happiness of endless tomorrows.
Wishing that passion fills this heart that needs redeeming
To place an end to the abundance of past sorrows.
This life giving essence called love come to the mix
It joyously fills my awaiting heart
Each day I have hoped it would exist
Bringing two halves to become one special heart.
....... WindWhisperer wink
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:48 pm
Sundey How Can I?How can I go on when all I have it this? The oppisite of everyone, who has eternal bliss, I can't go on in this unreal place, I can't continue to wear a fake face. To cry alone in a dark lonley room, My pain, for years, has continued to bloom, I want to just give up all hope, To step down from this really high rope. But I have one more thing left to do, And that is to say "I love you," But I canot go on with this pain, It's like waiting during a drought for rain. Goodbye world,goodbye to you, Just remember that I loved you. Yeah, I know it may not be the best...but oh well. Atleast I understand it. Wow..such an amazin flow of words..DEEP writin, I like it!
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