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 Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 3:42 pm
divineseraph you have two "had"'s in there... other than that it's pretty good sorry typo
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 9:10 pm
Mud, rain
left forgotten
by all else.
Less than human
little more than dogs.
(Focus on.)
Before you're forced
to realize
there is now
a wife with no husband
a child with no father
a father with no son
and
a sister with no brother
and maybe that man
you left
(unbreathing - bloodied)
in the
mud and rain
is no different
than you.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 9:58 pm
Hokai, this is a bad poem I wrote.. Be brutal, please? sweatdrop
Currents of sorrow
And dreaming of you
Desprate to find
My faith is in who?
As your best friend
I see her there
And my heart screams
Yet, her pain I care
As her best friend
There you stand
Jelousy strikes
She's my best friend..
I had no one
Not one to hold
And no one to share
My trials untold
Her friendship I cherrish
Your love I will hold
Yet anger is there
And dangers unfold
Confusion consumes me
Anger will dwell
Pain is forever
And sorrow dust fell
Her hand is in mine
I keen at her side
A trusted loved one
My dreams are confind
His eye lay on mine
A loving and gentle smile
I believe when he says love
Is it truth or denial?
In day I am stoic
At night I will cry
I hold it all in
Emotions colide
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 11:59 pm
Lorysa I like that one, it releases a lot of emotion.
Here's mine... I wrote it down in my journal yesterday when I had nothing to do. I was searching through someone's posts, because I'm snoopy and get bored, and they replied to a topic about what Utopia was. So, I decided to write a poem about Utopia. It's neat because I don't really write poems much, but when I feel the need to, I get them off the top of my head just from being bored. Anyway, here it is.
Utopia
No men who wear earings or dresses or bows on their heads.
No hideous people, or animals dead.
No horrible music or angry white mobs.
No nasty gluttons, or fat hairy slobs.
No houses with ugly yards or computers that suck.
No cursing or spitting or giving a -.
No buses that crash or airplanes that explode.
No flattened skunks, lying dead in the road.
No stupid people who just won't go away.
No robbers or rapists or fat men on sleighs.
No boring books or unwanted shows.
No broken staplers, controllers, or doors that won't close.
No scamming or slamming loud doors all the day.
No unfairness, annoyances, or not getting your way.
No dirty men on streets who have lost their legs.
Or furry bunnies that drop off "Easter Eggs".
No horrible cartoons of cats chasing mice.
Or animals with fleas, or humans with lice.
No shoes without laces or pointless innuendos.
Or dudes without faces or computers without Windows.
This is the land of Utopia I see.
The best aspect of it's that no one argues with me. i like this poem very much. at times it seems ovelry simple, talking about staplers and such. but i also see a pwerful message. perhaps i am reading too much into it, but i see a very powerful statement here. i see this as a thought from someone naieve who believes that the worst that can happen is a broken stapler or boring book, when in reality there are people dying in streets and being killed. while someone complains about having to look at santa in a mall, some homeless person is starving to death. looking at it from this angle, it is really very touching and incredibly powerful. "no horrible cartoons of cats chasing mice, or animals with fleas, or humans with lice" is an excellent example. while someone may complain about how cartoons effect people, they are completely neglecting a more serious issue of people who are in situations which are physically unhealthy. to wrap it up, lorysa, i bow to your greatness. your protest poem pwns.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 8:49 am
Dear Mother
Inside you I became Me – I grew and changed.
I was warm and felt safe – soothed by the rhythmic beating of your heart and the sound of your voice.
To me you were everything but to you I was a ‘thing’
You called me a mistake, a parasite, a lump of unfeeling flesh,
At your request they ripped us apart,
Leaving you torn and me broken and dying,
You looked, as I lay discarded in a bucket – floating in a pool of both our bloods.
That day they left a hole inside you where I used be,
A hole that won’t ever leave you,
No matter how hard you try to fill it with other things,
A faceless shadow follows you through your life,
The ghost of the person I was meant to become was born of your guilty conscience,
The day I died before I had had a chance to live,
Each year you remember the day that would have been my birthday,
People around you wonder why you seem irritable and tearful,
But you don’t tell them,
For a second you thought you saw a little girl in her party dress,
Looking up at you with bitter-sad eyes.
Then she is gone and the memory of the little bloody broken baby returns,
As real as if were yesterday,
The hole inside feels emptier than ever.
Whenever you pass a children’s playground,
When youthful "trick or treater’s" call on your door,
When you see a mother in the street holding tightly to her daughter’s hand for fear of loosing her,
Then you remember me,
The baby you refused to love, denied a life,
In your mind’s eye you imagine the person I would have become,
Growing older and taller each year,
But a ghost will never call you mum,
Or hold your hand.
Or love you like I would have done.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 11:47 am
Lorysa, you only continue to amaze me. You are all amazingly talented. <33
God, this thread makes me cry. D:
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 6:01 pm
The Man I Never Knew
I met a man once, a man I did not know.
A cold hard stare, an emotionless face.
Did he know me?
A familiar tingline, a warm feeling
I turned again to take a look.
Still the stone cold gaze.
Don't look at me that way, you whom I do not know.
Is it contempt with which you hold me or is it sorrow or lonliness which draws you near?
Neither weak nor old, yet a paleness of apathy.
What did I say, what did I do, oh stange man I see?
Did I mock you, did I look at your pain with glee?
What offense did I commit, or am I a long lost cousin or brother, or son to thee?
His eyes have not left mine, his body only moving to breathe.
I creep toward him with insecurity.
"Please tell me, why do you stare, why do you look unto me?"
He replied with a sense of sanctity.
"You remind me of something I once loved, something I love but has faded away; maybe a child, perhaps a lover that has left, or even something of my youthful personality. But I can't remember, forsaken for so long from a life that gave me up."
His eyes never faded, his eyes never moved, they kept looking toward me from the bottom of my soul.
There's something about this moment I both love and hate, the deepness and truth along with the sadness and pity. We departed to never meet again, but I will always remember the man I never knew.
I'm planning on giving it away as a present, so any constructive criticism?
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 6:23 pm
divineseraph to wrap it up, lorysa, i bow to your greatness. your protest poem pwns.
The message of the poem besides being a simple, amusing thing to read, was that I was tired of lots of simple things, because many tiny problems bother and worry me. Some parts were meant to make me seem crazy just for the humor, like the "people without faces" part, but if you don't take it literally and you think about it, I could have been refferring to people who remain unnoticed by everybody else, and don't even care.Ebony Lorysa, you only continue to amaze me. You are all amazingly talented. <33 God, this thread makes me cry. D:
I'll go get another one, I wrote it on paper at night so I don't know how good it is... but everybody here has nice poems, even if I can't relate to them! (Goes to get the other one, for opinions)
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 6:50 pm
Can I put one of mine? Maybe lighten the mood a little... this one's simple, but take a look at the metaphors....maybe not quite as simple as it sounds at first... hope you like it. biggrin
"Like"
Like a treasure chest of rubies
Like a dagger in the soul
Like a glowing golden summer
Like the draw of a black hole
Like an all-addicting poison
Like a roller-coaster ride
Like a violent bolt of lightning
Like a thunderstorm inside
Like a foreign manuscript
No-one knows the meaning of
Like a piece of heaven on earth
Is the madness we call Love.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 5:35 pm
I like that one! You're a good poet. 3nodding I just didn't want to post until I had made a poem I think is worthy of being shown to you all, so... here it is, copied and pasted from when I submitted it in a guild of mine I made it a little bit ago, it took about 14 minutes... whee In the original version, at the end it said, "Crystal blue" instead of "Blue crystal," because I think it flows better.
And yes, I know not many flowers grow in the Fall, but oh well, they do in my poem! ninja In my Forest...
Sitting near a river,
Flowing, flowing ever rapidly in front of me,
Listening to orange leaves quiver,
Under canopies of tall green trees,
The soft grass like a mat around me,
Under me is rich, thick moss,
The river flowing to the sea,
It's ripples covered with a gloss,
Like a painting on the wall;
So picture-perfect, bright and cool,
This autumn day smells just like Fall,
With flowers growing all around me...
The river still is flowing, flowing,
Flowing quickly to the sea,
And I'm very content knowing,
Knowing where the flowing river leads...
The sunlight shining through the branches, leaves,
Of the tall yellow trees,
The yellow rays are made more golden,
Filtered through the leaves...
I'm calm and content knowing,
Knowing where the ever-moving river leads,
Watching as it's flowing,
To the deep, blue crystal seas...
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 9:32 pm
Yazles, time to express myself, again. :3 Wrote this one just tonight..
Thinking in the Starlight
Gazing at the nighttime sky,
My mind at restful ease;
The heat of the Sun during the day,
Is replaced by dark blue peace...
The trees and grass turned to black shapes,
A frequent breeze makes them sway;
I continue looking into the stars,
Now, on the hill I lay...
I run my fingers through the grass,
So cool against my skin;
I can see from nature's looking glass,
I will return again...
Troubles could arouse my mind;
I could let myself worry...
But I trust little things to be alright,
And the shining moon turns blurry...
I daze in and out, more and more;
No problems can awake me,
I fall to rest on the hillside,
Sleeping calmly, soundly...
And when I awake, atop the hill,
There won't be starlight to distract me,
But new adventure awaits the day,
And petty things won't track me.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 9:55 pm
eek Lorysa, you are amazing. heart And I'm not just saying that.
I'm really jealous of your abilities!
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 11:42 pm
I.Am eek Lorysa, you are amazing. heart And I'm not just saying that. I'm really jealous of your abilities! I concur, totally.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 12:06 pm
Ebony the Peacian Vampire I.Am eek Lorysa, you are amazing. heart And I'm not just saying that. I'm really jealous of your abilities! I concur, totally.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:45 pm
I wrote this one a few nights ago. ninja
Edit: Nevermind, I'll post a different one. sweatdrop
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