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 Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:01 am
~~~My Poetry~~~
Dancing words,
And singing birds,
'Tis what poetry is...
Webs of lies,
And agonized cries,
'Tis what poetry is...
Just a rhyme,
With equal time,
'Tis what poetry is...
Or something more?
...Yes...something more...
This is my poetry corner.
'Tis here that I will post poems of many a sort,
Happy, sad, neutral, angry...
All of these things, my poetry can be.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:05 am
Your poetry corner eh?
Corners, two walls do need,
While none do I see here,
Flooring also, that indeed,
So a corner, this is not I fear.
Nonetheless...
Yay.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:31 am
There was a horse,
Whos throat so hoarse,
Jumped over a fence,
For a tiny six pence,
And gave farmer Bob,
A brand-new job,
Called chase the horse,
With a throat so hoarse,
Around a race course,
With five thousand dollars,
And five thousand hollers,
'Till there's nothing left,
On which to commit theft,
This random rhyme,
Means I've too much time,
On my pale boney hands,
Listening to rock bands!
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:44 am
They say poetry is rated by measure...
By the feeling given reading it, not pleasure...
This poem had a feeling quite insane,
Not epic, not happy, nor filled with pain,
But good nonetheless, so now I must deem...
Four out of five, my rating would seem.
Writing in verse is always quite fun....
better than tanning, out in the sun.
Especially when listening to rock bands
And a very good use for those pale boney hands.
biggrin
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 5:19 pm
~Sweet Things~
Sweet things come,
Sweet things go,
Like falling rain,
Like falling snow...
They come to spread,
Their beauty throughout,
Bringing life,
To lands of drought...
Sometimes they take,
Their time to leave,
And when they do,
So many hearts grieve...
Sometimes they last,
Like the blink of an eye,
Gone so suddenly,
They make one cry...
Sweet things come,
Sweet things go,
Like falling rain,
Like falling snow...
Like the changing seasons,
Like Winter and Spring,
Times when the world's dead,
Times when the birds sing...
Some sweet things,
Last forever,
Lasting eternity,
Dying, never...
Some sweet things,
Die after time,
Shorter than even,
This beautiful rhyme...
Sweet things come,
Sweet things go,
Like falling rain,
Like falling snow...
...Like falling rain...
...Like falling snow...
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 7:17 pm
What mortal words have I to give,
That this poem do justice to?
No compliments might I speak,
That would render this poem true.
Very nice. I like the first, middle, and last verses the best. Wonderful analogies.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 6:19 pm
~Farewell~
Scarlet drops,
Of sadness and sorrow,
Life today,
None tomorrow,
All of your life,
Bleeding away,
Going so soon,
This is your last day,
Before you fall,
Into oblivion true,
Darkness and gloom,
As you slip to doom,
You gave it your all,
You gave it your best...
...Now rest dear child...
...So cowardly bold...
...You're leaving this world...
...This world so cold...
Some will miss you,
Others will not,
Either way, you're gone,
Body left to rot,
So sad a place,
This cruel world is,
Icy and black,
You WILL be missed,
Dear child of mine,
But 'tis how life goes,
Like a mangled line,
Full of pain,
And bloody rain,
Farewell...
...Now rest dear child...
...So cowardly bold...
...You're leaving this world...
...This world so cold...
...Farewell...
...Farewell...
...Farewell...
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 9:22 pm
Well, I'm not going to be as cool as Mendacii and make my response a poem, but know that I like this last one "Farewell" the most. I'm not much of a poetry person...I could never write a good poem myself...I do like it though. Just don't be a prisoner to rhyme!
BTW, since it's almost on the same topic, I really like your poet character in the rp. His thought process is erractic...and it's exactly how I would think a poet guy should think! ^_^
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 8:07 am
It's snowing outside, my window ice has claimed.
Beautiful patterns it traces, with the softly falling flakes
Cold indeed is the world, but we none of us are chained
Niether to this life, nor nature, nor even to death
We all have a will with which important choices to make
Harsh and cruel as life be, never can it force these away
Destiny is not bound or set, we alone decide the path we take
Thus far have I railed, against concepts tucked inside
Deep within your poem, those ideas I do not like well
But credit where credit due, for so well given form,
Words like pictures, painting a story images could not tell
The poem itself is a wonder, marvelous to behold
The concepts it embodies, not for me, as I've told
Four of five stars, for your of ability words to mold
A good poem. One doesn't need to like what it means to enjoy the work itself. Of course, you know what I mean. Fire and water rarely appreciate eachother. That being said.... I'm with the infinite blue hair in that this is your best poem here, even if I like the imagery less, the entire poem flows better. Good job at embedding yourself in it, Lady Haelix.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 4:40 pm
Oh my god, WHY CAN'T MY POEMS SOUND AS GOOD AS YOURS crying *ahem* Anywho, awesome poems! But you must post more please whee
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 7:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 1:15 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:51 am
Very Beautiful. Your Poems Made This Sub Forum Worth What We Paid For It. [I Personally Think The First 3 Sub Forums Should Be Free] But Whatever Yanks Gaia's Crank I Guess. Your Poems Are Very Nice, They Have Messages To Them, And They Make You Think
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 6:09 pm
~Coffin~
Spiraling down,
An endless rhyme,
An icy black coffin,
Known as time...
Unaware of the doom,
That viciously waits,
To take you to darkness,
Take you to death's gates,
You continue your life,
Oblivious to end,
Which could be just around,
That nearing river bend,
As if you'll live another,
Beautiful day,
As beautiful as the flowers,
Of April and May...
Spiraling down,
An endless rhyme,
An icy black coffin,
Known as time...
Still you pass it by,
Without any care in the world,
And your thread has been spun,
Now twisted and twirled,
Down towards oblivion,
Can't turn back now,
Try to face death,
Try to figure out how,
To escape those clutches,
Those boney hands,
Reaping souls,
Across all lands..
Spiraling down,
An endless rhyme,
An icy black coffin,
Known as time...
Icy grip,
Takes you by the throat,
No more life for you now,
'Tis time that you go,
For time is a law,
That cannot be broken,
Cannot be changed,
Cannot be altered,
Or rearranged,
You're killing yourself,
By living each day,
Now death's on his way...
Spiraling down,
An endless rhyme,
An icy black coffin,
Known as time...
...Spiraling down...
...An endless rhyme...
...An icy black coffin...
...Known as time...
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:49 pm
i have to say, I like "Coffin" best so far...I really like the "And icy black coffin, known as time" part 3nodding
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