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 Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 12:02 am
This is a place for people to post their poetry. If you wish to give feedback, please be constructive. Saying, "I dun like it.", doesn't help much. Neither does, "That's shitty." Even if you disagree with someone's poetry, find a constructive way to say it. If you wish to put up a poem, to make it easier to find poems amidst critiques, please set the Subject like this: POEM:
I'll put up the first poem as example.
Please only post poetry YOU wrote. No plagiarizing, please. If your friend wants their poetry up here badly, tell them to get an account and/or join the guild. If we catch you plagiarizing, at the very LEAST, your theft will be pointed out, and if possible, your post DELETED. Write it yourself, please.
Enjoy!
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 12:10 am
POEM: I
I
I alone am here
I have always been here, through the ages
When you reached out into the darkness, you felt the velvet touch of my skin
The silk of my hair
However, with closed eyes did you seek, unable to find me
Will you open your eyes?
Will you touch me once more?
Will you see that what you touch is real?
I
I alone am waiting
I have always been waiting
Waiting for you
I will wait forever...
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 9:12 am
Wow..You wrote that? OH CRAP! It reminded me to finish my essay. I'll definately make a poem. 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 12:47 am
POEM: Cannot
All those memories,
You cannot truly erase,
All of those caresses,
The putrid, nightmare embrace,
You see, you cannot
Pride and jealousy,
I cannot be rid of it,
All those things stolen,
From where they truly belonged,
You see, I cannot,
These red strings, hidden,
Seem to be tangled,
Knotted and lost,
These same red strings bind us,
Tugging, pulling, invisible,
Leading us to our destiny,
You cannot
Melt the ice until you try,
Fiery sparks makes a hard heart soft,
Dripping away the occasional chill
Perpetually, you see, you cannot,
I cannot
Become the dark figure you desire,
Until I am honest with myself
And yet my pride limits that progress
And I am just a shell of who I could be, I cannot,
You could
Soothe my wounded self
Through confidence and gentleness
Until finally all that is left
Is the essense of who I truly am for you,
This, you could,
I could
Eventually purify your defiled body,
Through touch, rough and heated,
Until once again reborn
Like a child in innocence's beauty
This, I could,
Can you
do this?
Can I,
do this?
Impurity and Jealousy,
Pain and Suspicion,
Lips parting in exalting cries,
Bodies slipping through fire and ice
As two forms become one soul
Being made whole perhaps eventually because,
They can.
Just wrote this.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 7:26 pm
I like the evocative feeling, Sseureoji Sin. Thanks for contributing!
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 11:26 pm
Makurayami_Darkness I like the evocative feeling, Sseureoji Sin. Thanks for contributing! -nods- Sometimes the best work comes off the cuff. I figured it was a good way to vent. lol
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 10:47 pm
Poems, ah,
how marvelous they can be.
Letting off steam,
portraying an idea,
perhaps even an image.
Erm, yeeahhh... A poem about poems? ninja
Filth
Filth of my life,
heart of my strife.
I do not see
what use you could be.
I gather my strength
to let you prevail.
Your length
will only make you fail.
Ah, Filth.
It is intruiging,
how someone can use stealth
to aid their breeding.
I gaze and wonder
at the dark high above,
what is this ponder
that I love.
I do not see it
but it is present.
The filth sits
and looks at me with resent.
And here I lay
on the grass next to they,
wondering about life
and it's neverending strife.
Hey that turned out pretty cool. I was improvising as I wrote it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 10:49 pm
I feel inspiration
but know not what guide me.
As I write with some hesitation
I do not see thee.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 4:12 pm
undecided
the two who turned their backs on eath other have nowhere to go
they can't even hear the sound of the heavy, pounding rain
turning their backs on each other, they walk to a place they go to
their footprints vanishing, one after the other
turn me into a memory and go to the new ocean
from my heart I wish you happiness
there is happiness beyond the tears
but you aren't there beyond the tears
we won't be seperated I don't want us to be seperated, but
your words pierce deeply through my heart don't you see?
we won't be seperated I don't want us to be seperated, but
the waves erase your footsteps again, one by one
with the changing of the seasons
it's too late, but I want to hold your hand one more time
in the changing of the seasons
meeting someday parting someday and meeting with you
~Tooru Niimura
(a.k.a Kyo)
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 4:23 pm
空
あまりに広い空間
24階 大きく羽を広げて
4.5 秒の自由を手に入れましょう
Sky
Space that is too vast
The 24th floor a huge spreading of wings
I'll get 4.5 seconds of freedom
(YAY! I figured out how to use the translator thingy!)
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 11:53 pm
pirate Arr, there be talent flowing through this guild me mateys.
Ok, I'm tired.. eek
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 11:37 pm
Hehe...
You look at me
with those eyes of yours.
Trying to see
what it is of ours
that went wrong.
Then you see
that all there really is in my soul,
is the neverending depth
to the path of death.
I think I like improvising...
Works well. Now I need a title for this one...
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:50 pm
Poem: Untitled.
You destroyed my family
And caused me pain
Now it's your turn
To suffer the same
I am the one
Who they call broken
These words I say
Have never been spoken
Untitled.
No use for a name
Untitled.
I'm just not the same.
Not my best work, but........eh. ninja
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:59 pm
Oooh ... I like it. It's excellent.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 12:43 am
I wrote a tanka ... but ... unlike everyone else here, I have no talent.
Should I just post it anyways? ... I changed my mind, but it wont let me delete the post.
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