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- Xenn be Twisted -
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 5:00 pm

I am a poet...tecnically ^.^ I love writing poems, and people say I have talent ^^ I love being an art Critic, and complementing other people art, and poetry whee

Please, if you are going to complement, at least tell me this and then, simply say what you want ^^
-What stanza, in what poem, is your favorite
-What poem is your favorite
-What part/line of which poem, is your favorite

I hope you like my poems!

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1)

The Beggining of Love
Note the interesting Capitalizations, not at the begginning of each line...^.- Do you notice anything?

Sparking from the void, of endless Hate,
A light, it did arise.
Pushing, piercing, Death's own fog,
Shimmering aura rose yonder thus,
A hope, it was, yet 'O mistery still shine,
Tis Life, the world murumured, No. Tis more...

It's light did pulse, the message clear,
Tis time to change, and Change was here!
Death's anguish cry, twas joyous to hear,
As all Life's feelings trapped inside,
Burst forth, with a cry,
Overcame Death and Hate, and let them die!
This was no lie,
Yet my pondering twas still dry...

What be this Light, the Faith, this Hope?
This tis when my heart did spoke,
A voice that echoed deep within,
So I did stop to hear.
At first tis only a whispering wind,
Then as a moment did pass,
The voice it grew, with awe so fast!
And then it spoke, with wings of a dove,
At last I heard it murmure, "Tis love, Tis love..."

2)

Dreams of Summer
Writen for my School Teacher, Nicolette ^^

I bath, I dive, I swim,
Into the shimmering pools of golden Summer,
The lament of birds do draw me deeper.
Into my dreams of Summer.

I press deeper, deeper into the rich, warm haze of my Summer fantisies,
Deeper away, from the unforgiving blight of winter's chill.
I keep beat, to my regal march and stride deeper.
Into my dreams of Summer.

I search farther, my eager hand drawing away each and every veil of silver mist,
But my now dancing hands cannot through, the obfuscating wall of Time,
That stands, at the ready, between me and my heart's desire.
That wish to bring me deeper.
Into my dreams of Summer.

But then, oh joy, the barrier tis gone!
But alas, not so, for even as I leep marrily forward,
I am drawn back, for Reason is holding me captive,
I struggle forward, yet in vain I now learn,
Now I do know, I will have to wait,
So even as the realm of my summer fantisy fades away yonder,
My dream it does not die, for I know that one day, one day,
I will sink again, sink deeper still,
Into my dreams of Summer.

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3)

Dawn and Dusk

Far o'er the misty moors,
There waits myself for thou.
I stand at my door ever searching skies,
For you never can tell.

I wait silent and still as the lights of day,
Break once more through the mists,
And then I hear the song of joy,
And know that love has kissed.

My heart doth sing of your return,
To wash away my tears,
But I know I will have to wait,
Before thou dost come here.

Far o'er the misty moors,
The land sings with life and joy.
I watch the seasons blow past,
Stopping here and there,
And that they will last.

But then upon a mid-noon wind,
A sad voice doth say to me:
“I see you ever waiting, ever looking, ever wishing.
And now it breaks my heart to tell you...”

Though then her voice did sigh with sorrow,
And I strained to hear the rest:
“It truly breaks my heart to tell you,
That we will never meet,

For our young daughter's name is Noon!
And...” but then a sudden gust did blow
And her voice was swept away.
Though the wind did howl and the coldness came,
I did not move for now I knew my name.

A smile danced upon my lips
And I shouted to the rain:
“My name is Dusk! My lover is Dawn!”
And though the night soon came,
My love burned bright, my heart then sang,
I did not know the meaning of pain...

For now Dusk had finally met Dawn!

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4)

Depressed

Sometimes, I feel alone, isolated, and as hard as a stone.
I feel like I could run through woods and over sharp stone bare-foot, unpained,
As though I wish to fall asleep and never wake up.

I feel like a rip-tide, that one second your laughing in my waves,
And the next, you are being pulled under in a mad struggle against me,
I don't wish to, but something changed...

I am respected but sometimes,
Yet I feel it is only fear of me
That makes the crouds part to let me through.
I can't stand it.

Sometimes I feel, as though I could bubble through the air,
Flashing, and swirling with laughter,
And then it all dies and I am a shadow,
With knife sharp words and weapons.

Sometimes I fall into my misery,
Eating nothing but hate, anger, and the feeling of being alone.
My friends are alive around me,
Coming to see why I haven't come to see them,

But soon they learn sadly that my body is not me,
But my rash feelings cooped up inside it.
I lash out, they learn and don't come again.

I feel one with the shadows and the darkness around me,
The sun is soon an alien light to me,
Piercing my sight with blinding brightness,
My dorment eyes are not use to.

When all is quiet, I glide away into the night,
Seeking woods, clean air,
And something other than people like myself.

I feel them first, their rich alive scent and their aura in the air soothes me,
And I streak through the night in ragged clothes,
Reaching out to feel their life in the suffocating darkness of death.

Rough skin covers their wisdom
Trapped deep inside their wood,
But I feel it and learn it well,
My respect for them is great.

I feel like they understand me,
I can almost see their great life forces swirling around within them,
I wish to seek them further but I cannot.
Yet, I feel their minds eyes watching me,
I am not unnerved, but comfortble.

The movements of other life in their great bows,
Awakens me further from my deathly life-long trance,
I lay to feel the pulse of life beneath me,
something within me stirs to a greater reason.

No longer I felt one with the shadows,
But one with the brightness of life within the forest,
the other creatures of my time.

I sat up in the silents,
The dense darkness it had been when I arived,
Was no more, but it was not the light of the sun the broke the night.
It was something greater,
Something which I had found and cherished...life.

I felt it like the soft warmth of the sun
I had once known in my distant past.
My whole life flashed past my eyes and I knew it was time to change.
I would take life, know life, and live life.

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No, they are not strictly rhyming, they are just my style! Tell me if you fin any spelling mistakes, or part that don't make sense at all, and I'll try to fix 'em ^^

I will post more up soon...

Please Comment and Vote!

Nezz ^^

Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 11:28 pm

I prefer it when poems rhyme. They're not really my sort of poems.

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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 9:36 am

Hmmm...Here. I'll post my new rhyming poem when I have a chance ^.-

Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 7:20 pm

Poems don't have to rhyme. Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite poet, but not all of his works rhyme.

He was also a good writer. I really enjoyed Fall of the House of Usher and The Masque of the Red Death.

I liked them, but I don't have time to point exactly what it is I like. You'll have to wait.