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 Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 12:16 pm
this is the story of a girlThis is a place where you can post your poetry, It a place where you can have people rate it on a scale of 1-10 10 being the best, you dont have to have people rate it or judge it, you can just post for otheres to read it, but if you want your poem judged, please say you would like it judged, and for the people who are judging it, please rate it, say what you liked about it, what you didnt like a bout it, and please dont just say I liked/didnt like it, please give a reason why you did or didnt like it, and no rude comments, like "your poems suck" if your gogin to be like that, I will report you......... who cried a river and drowned the whole world
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 12:31 pm
How many lovers would staya pretty short poem, not the great, but eh I just wrote it as i though of it..feel free to rate it
He said he loved her, she thought it was for real, she was in love with him, untill he revealed, he was just using her to get back at his old girl, she was heart broken, it crumbled her world. to put up with this s**t day after day
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 12:39 pm
You never seemanother poem I wrote, but thi one was written a long time ago rate if you wish
I Want to tell The world who I love, But I can't, Im To afarid, He KNow I love Him, As I know he loves me Just the same, Im not scared of his reation, But I dont want to ruin som thing good, Im More afaid Of this pretending wont fade, The worst part is knowing that my Love for him will neverfade, yet his love is all ready
shallowed away to run out of things to say
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 12:44 pm
I know you loved me anohter oldie, rate if you wish
How can you even Breate after what was done? How can you even sleep at night aftet What you have done? How can you move on as if you had not did what you have done?And How can you just look away when you pass me? After all what you had done, was done to me. ]
but Now you dont
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 10:17 pm
Untitled:
Growing sick and tired
Of all the friggin' rain
Never seems to let up
Slowly but surely driving me insane
Spiraling down the gutter
Drive a nail into my side
Don't I bleed just like you?
Washed away with water
Leaking from my insides...
Why won't the story every stop?
I don't know where else to go
I'd follow the yellow brick road
But, the path is broken, so
Why won't my story ever start?
What, no happy ending?
Yeah I'm alone here standing
Spiraling, descending
A life void, expired
What, no happy ending?
You're just so condescending
You don't know what true hell is
Take a gander at my world
My sanity is pending
Hatred for this friggin' world
So, screw this crappy ending
Untitled 2:
Im in my room with the door locked and shut
Trying hard to stitch together my cuts
I once was numb, thought I never would feel
My wounds are deep can you help me heal?
To my darkened world you shed some light
Your voice always takes away my plight
I Lept into the light just for you
Depite a unpleasent thought or two
I suffer constantly from inner torment
But for you I'll keep it dormant
Memories for others seem to bring joy
But to this person they only destroy
Dont be sad for me because I'm still alive
And the reason is you, you're what helps me survive
Untitled song
I hail to the gods to give me strength
So my sword will be guided true
Instill in me power and will of every enemy slew
All my foes shall tremble in fear
At the very mention of my name
And I shall inlfict upon their souls
Perpetual anguish and pain
Chorus:
My quest is that of vengence
A sword bathed in crimson taint
Mercy will not be given to the vile
Their screams will end when their pulse is faint
Mighty Thor with your hammer
Strike me a guiding path
So soon I shall be upon my enemies
And they shall feel my wrath
Valhalla bestow upon me
The power of fallen heroes
To enhance my every blow
(Chorus repeat)
As my journey draws to an end
My enemies have paid in blood
Their vitality runs thick from my sword
And from their severed heads
I place them around my mast
And ready to set sail
I give thanks to the gods above
I give the almighties hail
Written by: Jared Morgan (yes that's my real name stare )
Some of these are really old. *blows off dust*
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 9:57 pm
My stuff is really good, professional even. I think of Emily Dickenson an influence. But yeah, when I get my poems back, I will surely post them!
~dAR
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 10:35 pm
"I Know Not In Which The World Went"
by Daryl Jones (me)
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I see a bleeding spirit, bursting at the seams. All in all there is a truth, never more - never minded. I hear the whimpering cries, the pain, the suffering. So what happened?
I know not in which the world went. The illusive pleasure of that spirit. Gone asunder, without notice, our ignorance is without bliss.
Give me the way, tell me the truth. I see not the whimpering union but a separated grouping of torn fellows. Where are you oh Spirit? Have you no mercy to bring yourself back to us? There is no pleasure in unforgiven sin.
The world has displaced itself, scarred in dismay, there is a chance to revive the very spirit of a new hope. Let truths be held and liberties enriched. However, I know not in which the world went.
This is my best poem. It is free verse and leaves a statement. Feel free to comment!
~dAR
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 2:27 pm
Trust
I trust some people with some things
but I trusted you with everything.
When I needed help
you were always there.
You said I could tell you anything,
and so I did.
I told you everything about me,
even things I coulden't tell anyone else.
You said you suported me all the way
but then came the day,
I took a crazy chance
something I rarely ever do
but I did it just for you
I gave you my heart
but you just tore it apart.
I'll never let you see
the pain and misery you caused me
but your still my friend
untill the end.
By: hawk__song
You can judge it if you want, it dousn't matter to me.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 2:14 pm
Some will recognize this poem. I didn't make it, but it's so pretty that I just want to put it here. I'll put some of my own works in later. And oh yeah, by the way, I rate everyone who's put a poem before me a big 10!
Home is behind
The world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow
To the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall. . . fade.
Please note that I don't take credit for this. This was written by the only and only J. R. R. Tolkien, may he rest in peace.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 2:30 pm
OK, here are some of my OWN works.
The Forgotten Capital
The scent of hatred and malice lay thick,
Buildings lay crumbled,
A scene of winning and defeat lay scattered,
The only thing left standing is the fountain.
No person in sight,
Giant stone pillars fall,
Sadness and grief are the only things left behind,
Everything but the fountain
Cold winds blow over the deserted battlefield,
The fountain overflows, and the water rises, flooding everything,
But no one tries to stop it
Because no one remembers the Forgotten Capital.
Warring Hearts
My heart's a battleground
A never-ending blight
It's not as simple as good versus evil
But it's a choice to decide the fate of worlds.
Neither side seems to be right,
But both want our 'assisstance'
With no apparent solution in sight
My heart is forced to remain a battleground.
Imperfect Paradise
I know a place
It's not that far away
Where flowers are always in bloom
Where birds always sing
The light, it plays a prelude,
The trees, a minuet on the wind.
The fireplace flames chant a bolero,
And the gentle streams sing a serenade.
The moonlight whispers it's never-ending nocturne,
And everywhere you look
Every thing you hear,
Is the most important of all
It plays the solemn reqium,
Deep within the wet desert,
Next to the faeries oasis
It is the Spirit's Temple.
All seems perfect here,
All seems well
But the Spirit's Temple has a dark, sinister mind of it's own with it's own secret,
So tell me: is it perfect?
Anyone want to guess if it's perfect or not? (This is not part of the poem if you were curious) Tell me if you liked them or not.
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