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 Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 8:53 pm
I composed this, i don't know if i can make poems, but casually i wrote this, i called it "Enigmas"
I will draw you in a dervish
swirl from palette onto paper
cream and dimple hungry
for the shape-and-hue emergence
of you from rapid dabs and strokes
by brushes coarse for vital form
and background fine for definition
of the porous contour, detail hid
inside the mystery of your face
I whirl around unsteadied
by your eyes, brown on the canvas
watching every line and mark
I make to fill demanding empty spaces
like a judgment needing eyebrows
and the shape of mouth to cast a verdict
on my fever rush of colors stroked
in the flurried brightness of deluded acts
to catch the essentials of enigma
Hope you like it
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:32 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 11:42 am
This poem was writing on the fly in this post:
Sweet Dandelion
"The oracle that is a flower,
Seeps it witnesses to the flow of rivers wide,
A thin center with many petals,
The stem creates a fine flowing line,
Which tells the water's edge,
A metaphor only few may see,
Lining the coast of the ocean,
Seeking redemption from the calling of a weed,
The dandelion lurks,
Yet is almost never seen."
Wow, that's pretty good for five minutes, I'd say. =)
What does everyone else think?
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 7:08 am
Snowy Rain This poem was writing on the fly in this post:
Sweet Dandelion
"The oracle that is a flower,
Seeps it witnesses to the flow of rivers wide,
A thin center with many petals,
The stem creates a fine flowing line,
Which tells the water's edge,
A metaphor only few may see,
Lining the coast of the ocean,
Seeking redemption from the calling of a weed,
The dandelion lurks,
Yet is almost never seen."
Wow, that's pretty good for five minutes, I'd say. =)
What does everyone else think? I love the verses. It's really inspired, the words say it
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 3:57 pm
i-Sotz-i I composed this, i don't know if i can make poems, but casually i wrote this, i called it "Enigmas"
I will draw you in a dervish
swirl from palette onto paper
cream and dimple hungry
for the shape-and-hue emergence
of you from rapid dabs and strokes
by brushes coarse for vital form
and background fine for definition
of the porous contour, detail hid
inside the mystery of your face
I whirl around unsteadied
by your eyes, brown on the canvas
watching every line and mark
I make to fill demanding empty spaces
like a judgment needing eyebrows
and the shape of mouth to cast a verdict
on my fever rush of colors stroked
in the flurried brightness of deluded acts
to catch the essentials of enigma
Hope you like it It has a nice flow to it. I like it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 3:59 pm
Snowy Rain This poem was writing on the fly in this post:
Sweet Dandelion
"The oracle that is a flower,
Seeps it witnesses to the flow of rivers wide,
A thin center with many petals,
The stem creates a fine flowing line,
Which tells the water's edge,
A metaphor only few may see,
Lining the coast of the ocean,
Seeking redemption from the calling of a weed,
The dandelion lurks,
Yet is almost never seen."
Wow, that's pretty good for five minutes, I'd say. =)
What does everyone else think? Actually, it is very good.
Talented
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 4:02 pm
This is something I wrote a while ago. It's not as good as the ones in here but...I hope you like it anyway.
Can you hear me calling?
Do you feel my pain?
My body gives off an aura
causing people to refrain.
I cry at night
when you aren't around,
Keeping thoughts to myself
alone without sound.
My heart continues to beat
yet I feel so dead and empty.
What hath brought us here?
Causing you to shun me.
I don't want to face it
I don't want to cry
I don't want to feel this way
just leave me here to die.
Ex's on my heart
and circles in my mind,
driving me insane
as time begins to unwind.
What causes this to stay?
What causes this decay?
Your cold, cruel intentions
to hurt me everyday.
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