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 Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 1:07 pm
Alright. Again aznmonkey will be giving prizes to the winner. So come and post your poems.
Good luck to all.
Also go back to week 4 and vote for a winner!
Thanks.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 8:45 pm
oh mother oh mother i love you so dear
i dont want to be left alone here
come back come back i need you a lot
i cannot live when you are not
you cannot leave you are needed here
i need you somewhere near
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 8:05 am
The bleakness in my heart is so great
that mostly i cannot help but to cry
the little tear that has grown so deep
shall soon, very soon, be the death of me
i choke on the air i breath in
my eyes turn a dull gray
since i knew about the truth that you told me
there has been nothing but dark despair
some secret are meant to keep quiet
and never leave their owners lips
so that when they die no one will know
of the horrors that this earth keeps.
Let one was foolish to tell me
or was i the foolish one to ask?
Yet still i know this dark secret
as it is ripping me in half.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 3:16 pm
u are sadden by life.
wat make u go down?
is it ur fears?
or is it ur tears?
could it be ur missing something?
or could it be ur just mopeing for nothing?
ur speechless
ur dark
crying
dying
uncaring
u say its ur life..
people say its ur way of living...
could it be both?
or could ur life be lies?
ur a mess..
u feel like committing suicide...
but then u think..
"Is it worth it?"
"Should i even try?"
wats the use?
u cant escape it
it will be lurking in ur soul...
u will regret it..
or do u already regret living?
u wonder why do i even live no one needs me..
im just a nuisance
my existence is nothing
only if would tell them...
tell them how i feel..
but that wont do.
i cant do that..
u cant because u r conceited
u wont tell wat u feel
u think everyone as an enemy
lurking in the dark
thinking
thinking
what will happen
what will i destroy
thinking of not destroying something of importance to u
but u did
u destroyed the only thing of importance to u..
ur life
yes u hate it
u even want to destroy it
but u cant u know u cant
it will kill u inside
u cant bear it anymore can u?
fine....
anyways u already destroyed it
but u will never know that u destroyed a long time ago and how
or can u?...
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 7:31 pm
Hoo! I don't see poetry contests very much.
I don't see any writing contests very much for the matter..
Well here's my entry.
Tick Tock The Bells Cried blank blank Tick Tock You Have Died.
Time stops for no one, not even the high and almighty gods.
I can clearly see your ending and final time, fairly
And you can see my end just as well, fairly
Horridly, our times love to jump alot.
When our hands touch the 12,
The end of the cycle,
Meaning you die.
Just reading,
This poem here,
Can hurry your Time.
But time likes to continue.
On and on. Onward and Onward.
And so Time skips right back to the start.
But this trick grows very old and irratates us.
So behold, my beautiful moon, who likes you a lot.
For this very cresent will be the end of your time soon.
And all the other watches who have been jumping too much.
I will bring the end with my beautiful red moon, who likes you a lot.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 12:35 am
this is called true love
my love when im with you i wanna hold you so near
all my love for you makes it so dear
when im with you there is nothing to fear
all of the past dread
and all that is dead
couldnt come close to me when your in red
your mere prescence sets my heart aglow
your love gives my mind a flow
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 5:43 pm
Broken
How can silence be so harmful
How can silence lead to pain
How can helping be so harmful
Why do I feel like I've been slain
How can love lead to sadness
How can it lead to tears
How can love just smack you
On the face, at the ears
How can a hear burst
Feeling like it's on fire
But then it cools down
And it is a liar
Now it's broken
And I see a tear
Run down my face
Now my heart goes where?
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 7:32 pm
Yo-It--=Shad=- Hoo! I don't see poetry contests very much.
I don't see any writing contests very much for the matter..
Well here's my entry.
Tick Tock The Bells Cried blank blank Tick Tock You Have Died.
Time stops for no one, not even the high and almighty gods.
I can clearly see your ending and final time, fairly
And you can see my end just as well, fairly
Horridly, our times love to jump alot.
When our hands touch the 12,
The end of the cycle,
Meaning you die.
Just reading,
This poem here,
Can hurry your Time.
But time likes to continue.
On and on. Onward and Onward.
And so Time skips right back to the start.
But this trick grows very old and irratates us.
So behold, my beautiful moon, who likes you a lot.
For this very cresent will be the end of your time soon.
And all the other watches who have been jumping too much.
I will bring the end with my beautiful red moon, who likes you a lot.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 12:42 pm
Thank you for your comment, miss. Every word of critique or praise is always nice to hear.
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