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crying Lovely. I think it is the best I read yet. So many memories.

EDIT: Oh sorry, no meaning offense to the last post. I was talking of kristinesque's "Maybe"

It's a wonderul poem. It basically summed up my feelings as of today. That friend of mine kicks a** at poetry. Haven't talked to him in a while, though...

Alrighty, well this was a poem I did in English class last year (noticing a pattern?) Obviously it's about life ( hence the title. xp ) Well at the time, and kinda still I guess my whole life revolves around music, so I compiled these music terms to interpret life. If it doesn't really make since it's alright because I even had to research some of these terms, but I hope you get the gist of it.Oh and sorry, it doesn't ryhme. Not my best work but hey, itsa poem sweatdrop

Life
Life is a continuous composition
a serenade developed by a complex sonata
one day it ends and heaven is it's requiem
a melodious epic suite
flowing through many movements
always through an uncertain prelude
possibly leading to a fanciful waltz
as you dance and parry with your heart aflight,
and head in the clouds
sometimes to a rhapsody,unsteady
uncharted territory setting your emotions array
obstinato in letting your feelings return to their normal state
A fleeting gavotte or bolero
has you scampering amist wondering
wondering which way to go or who to turn to
a continum of successive phrases
w/ interwoven half cadeneces and accidentals
leading to false picardy endings
for the fugue to stroke its final chords
in a sombre manner
where it finally leads to an anbande
careening to a long awaited minuet
as to which your serenade,
reverts to a parody
and your nocturne can blissfully subside.

This is a bad one that I wrote a long time ago, be nice.
Stepped on,
you dont know the effect of your words.
Trampled,
you dont know how badly this hurts.
Do you care that you are hurting me?
Do you take pleasure in my pain?
I cry every night,
does that matter to you?
I cry every night,
do you cry for me too?

ok, sorry if this gets weird, but I'm re writing my poem by memmorie.
it's called
The Wall

My prince lies beyond a wall of metal, brick, and vine.
I long for his presence here, upon the other side.
Us two poor souls can no longer drink the loneliness
in-oh-Its to the point of breaking in!
Why is it a sin?
Can we not break the boundary, between out Country,
and our family?
Oh this heart of mine, cries atop the wall of metal, brick, and vine!
To be so close..and yet so far..from the love of mine.

I made this for somone I'm ashamed to call my ex.
its not great but it's my own.

lovely poems ppl! keep posting!! wink

I'd post the one i call holow, but i really dont want to be in a funk for the rest of the night. but I'm thinking I'll post another one soon. maybe one of my longer ones, if no one minds.