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 Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:07 pm
Post your memorable poems and/or prose here.
-LD
P.S. Chatter will be deleted. Sorry.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 9:19 am
"Dreamweaver"
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
Of Dawn's pink light and of cottony clouds.
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
Of golden plains and of ancient oaks.
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
Of richest Earth and slightest breeze.
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
That I may find my peace.
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
Of shining Sea, and of glittering sands.
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
Of whitest dunes and of swaying palms.
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
Of mellow waves and salty winds.
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
That I may find my peace.
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
Of changing Sky and of roaming clouds,
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
Of Earth and Sea together at last.
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
Of sunshine and moonglow as one,
Weave me a dream, Dreamweaver,
That I may find my peace.
-Leavaros
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It needed to be on here.
the Demon
EDIT biggrin emon...I....
-LD
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 7:51 am
'The Faerie Queen'
There once was a night of deepest dark, many years ago in a land that the world has since forgotten. Brooding clouds hid the waning moon from view, leaving only stars to guide the darkened earth. The faerie queen sang that night - and the stars above wept to hear it, for they had never heard such song.
But below, in the lamp-lit hall, the faerie queen's song was received differently. The drunken patrons cheered the figure on the stage with abandon, and many a coarse jest, calling for another drink, another song, and perhaps a dance to entertain them.
Lisfey, faerie queen of Kellmar, turned her dark eyes to the side of the stage, where the manager of the alehouse stood holding a heavy chain that ended in an iron brace clamped around Lisfey's neck. The faerie queen stared at the man with an angry fire in her eyes, a look that said "no more". The waiting throng screamed louder, and a few pieces of half-eaten food hit the stage. "No more," begged Lisfey's eyes. "Take me away from this humiliation...let me be free."
The manager flicked away his cigar stub, and casually jerked the chain, making the crude brace dig deeper into Lisfey's neck. "Another ale for my guests!" he called to the barrel-tender, and then turned to the crowd. "Have no fear, gentlemen - our lady shall sing for you all night." He jerked the chain again, twisting it from side to side.
Hatred burned in the eyes of the faerie queen, but she raised her eyes in the gloom, and once more the wild, sweet song poured from her lips. It blew aside the smoky haze of the alehouse and pounded at the rafters, a wordless cry to the world outside - "No more," it said, "no more! Let me be free again!"
And the stars wept, for they could do nothing to save the faerie queen
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This is based on the "Going Under" music video by Evanescence - there is one look on her face near the beginning, just before she starts singing on the stage, that is probably what made me think of this.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 2:19 am
My friend wrote this poem. It was her first time too.
Lost Serenade
Will you forgive me, will you forget me,
Now that our travels have past?
Will I leave your mind first like the others,
Or will I leave it the last?
Will I leave some memories,
Some painful, some sweet?
To remember the days when our hearts used to beat.
Together, as one, one body, one soul.
When the stars were silver and the moon was gold.
Will you forget me, will you forgive me?
Those days that made you so cold.
“He’s gone away forever now.”
So I was told.
Will you forgive me my sinful soul,
Pouring through this pen.
That soul beating sad sin into my heart,
Again and again and again.
So tonight I will stand on the rooftop,
Reaching out to touch the moon.
And the soft, warm wind will wrap me
In it’s downy feather cocoon.
And in that night I’ll remember,
All the good times, me and you,
And I hope that when I remember,
You’ll remember me too.
Written by Erin McCullagh
I thought it was really nice.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 1:12 am
"Rainy Days"
Now bad music,
Chocolate almond on the floor...
Quick, quick,
Call in sick,
Before the time has come and gone.
Rainy Days,
Call for me...
Come and stay,
Fall for me...
Now, Goodlooking, use it..!
Secret plan to win my heart
Today,
Don't go away
Until my heart moves on.
Rainy Days,
Fall for me.
Come away,
Call to me...
Grey skies
Above blue eyes,
Old but young again
When a smile dares
To come.
Rainy Days,
Shove me...
Rainy Days,
Love me...
Kind heart works in
Harsh light,
My heart finds it
Too bright,
I need your words to see...
Rainy Days,
Weep for me...
Rainy Days,
Keep me...
You know me, but...
Don't know me all the same.
Sanity isn't our happiness,
On society I blame
This unfair situation.
Rainy Days,
Play me.
Rainy Days,
Save me.
To tango in the morning,
But then to waltz
All night
Robs me of my judgement,
Perpetuates my plight.
Rainy Days,
Just hit me..!
Rainy Days
Just fit me.
Confusion
And sickness of the heart
Make me want to
Cry aloud
And make me wish to start...
Rainy Days,
Blame me.
Rainy Days,
Shame me...
I'd run the world over
Once, twice, a hundred times!
If only you would
See ME!
The same as I see you.
Rainy Days,
Show me.
Rainy Days,
Know me..!
So take my hand and
Dance with me!
Because if you do
You just might see thing
MY way!
Rainy Days,
Slay me!
Rainy Days,
Pray for me!
Rainy Days,
Know me! and
Rainy Days,
Show me! And
Rainy Days,
Keep me! And
Rainy Days,
Weep for me!
On Rainy Days,
My love.
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by Tommy Cullen
I liked this enough to put it here. 'Nuff said.
~Valens
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 2:05 am
This is one of my poems.
Grief and sorrow,
Hate and regret,
A feeling of loss,
All are the same,
Whether you admit it or not,
Whether you say it or scream it,
Whether you laugh or cry,
However you wish,
Sorrow is a part of life,
Get over it.
Thats the closest I've ever gotten to a happy poem...
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 8:28 pm
Tisn't the most beautious of poetry, nor powerful, nor strong, but it's always heald a place very close too my heart. It's a mantra and a spell for power for me. It's and old gypsy rhyme:
Even a man who is pure at heart
and says his prayers at night,
may become a Wolf when the
Wolfsbane blooms,
And the autumn moon is bright.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 10:02 pm
"Closing Time" by elvenjewl
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It’s closing time for Childhood,
Please get your toys and leave.
We’re locking up forever,
As far as I believe.
We’ve run out of all options,
We’re done, without a doubt.
And though you may not want to,
Please go and do not shout.
Because it’s closing time for Childhood,
Please get your toys and leave.
We’re moving in a hurry,
There is no time to grieve.
They told me it would come, this day,
I did not think so soon.
I thought I’d have more time until
This lovely day in June.
But it’s closing time for Childhood,
Please get your toys and leave.
The day is at an end, you see,
But you’re still so naive.
So I’ll go ahead and say once more,
In case you misperceive,
It’s closing time for Childhood,
Please get your toys and leave.
~~~~~
I loved this poem. It's one of my favorites, and I wouldn't feel right if this weren't here.
-LD
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 10:57 pm
Author: My sister, Steph
Title: Patterns
Intrical patterns of swirling designs.
Catapault theories along all of those lines.
Musical highway, a mimsical rose
An immobile heart, it goes and goes...
Shattering thoughts of a piece of dead glass,
Sometimes the crawlers go far too fast,
Adjective colours will scream out your name,
Run towards hunters who think that you're game...
You stop when you start, and you are when you're not.
You think you remember, when you just forgot... how to
See when you're blind, or to hear when you're deaf,
You've heard that it's over, but it's not that yet...
A blank piece of paper. No sense of surprise.
What do you see when you can't see through your own lies?
As quiet as a mouse caught in it's own trap...
That's the problem with patterns, they're as blank as a map.
I particularly liked the last stanza.
The most interesting thing about this poem, though, is that I liked it long before I understood it. I liked it before I even tried to understand poetry.
I was eleven when I first read it, and valued the straightforward aspect in all things, but I loved this poem straight away.
Funnily enough, she hated it.
And in my opinion, she never wrote anything better, not in all the years after.
She doesn't write anymore, unfortunately.
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