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 Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 3:55 pm
whoever can write the best inspirational poem will win 1,000 gold.
the contest ended!!!!
and the winner is...
Undesired Desire!!!
i will be sending you a trade for 1,000 gold.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:49 am
Bring on your torture, your bullets, your pains Yay! First entry!
Walk With Me
Take a walk with me,
In a forest, along the sea.
You look around, but cannot see
How beautiful this world can be.
Just come and take a walk with me.
Gaze into the water cold.
View the surface, reflects your soul.
Even though the world is old,
We are young, and so are told
All in the water, cold.
Rose petals collecting dew,
Dripping from the leaves of Yew.
The image of the World stays true,
Inviting, tantalizing you.
All from one rose, still covered in dew.
The petals are falling,
Swirling about the world, calling,
Calling to the spirits, drawing
From their memories, walling
Walling out the world through petals falling.
The world walks through ghosts of past,
Making sure the world will last.
Everything is changing fast,
The distance we have walked is vast
From walking through my ghosts of past.
Come and take a walk with me,
In a forest, along the sea.
You look around, and now you see
How beautiful the world cam be,
Because you took a walk with me.
And in my heart, things aren't the same.
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Undesired Desire Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 10:38 pm
life is in the details, or at least thats what the old man said.
he smiles at me yet his feet have no shoes, his clothing is left in rags, he has nothing...why the joy?
life is in the details
why stop me? of all the millions of people who walk past the gutter he has taken as a home, why stop me? his dirty face and 10 teeth looking at me with so much joy.
life is in the details
"shut up!" my voice far sharper then it needs to be.
life is in the details
his face still beams.
he smile still shine.
he lifts up his hand, opening his hand to reveal ruby.
it must be worth 100's. worth enough to get him a good meal, meat on his weak bones, water in his blood, he could live.
life is in the details.
"take." he speaks in a laugh. i nod no but he takes my had, his smile grows.
"I find. I no use. I want happy make. you have."
"why do you repeat that phrase so much?"
"my life over in days. i happy to make happy."
life is in the details
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 6:51 pm
This poem is already posted in this guild in the poem subforum but I suppose it doesn't matter. Time In A Bottle... Oh how I wish I could trap time in a bottle,
And bring it out on a cloudy day.
How I wish save my youth,
in a more memorable way.
Time cannot halt,
Nor can it be sped.
Time does not flow in
accordance to how we wish it.
It is consistent,
It is limited...
A constant reminder of our imperfection,
the impossibility of being eternal.
A nagging whisper,
A persistent tug,
A pull into the direction of the future.
Never faltering, never slowing.
And as this it drags on we notice things.
Things that our naive eyes were once blind to.
Timeless things that never alter with age...
Things that can never be touched by the ravages of time's greedy fingers.
The Sun will always rise,
Flowers will always bloom,
Clouds will always shed tears,
Humans will always sin,
And Love and Good will always prevail.
Memories linger, forever apart of us.
Who we once met,
Who we now know,
Old flames,
New rivals,
Previous Hopes,
Replaced Dreams...
Oh precious Memories!
Why do you seem like a distant dream?
Another life once lived...
Detached; a previous owner perhaps?
Have I changed?
Have I changed along with everything else?
Was I once so young? So beautiful?
Was I once so naive and gullible?
Was I once so carefree and spontaneous?
Beauty fades,
Youth evaporates.
Memories stay,
Wisdom compensates.
Time lives on, time moves on.
an endless train never reaching its final destination.
How I wish I had that time in a bottle... A Spunky Tea Original
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