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 Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 11:17 am
please feel free to post your verse here.
this is some of mine:
The snows of yesteryear have gone away,
They linger only in our memory:
Vast frozen fields of white that turn to grey,
No living thing for miles aorund to see.
We gladly wait for spring, summer and fall,
The day-bright times when living takes full sway,
But winter comes and darkness takes us all
And chill night consumes each futile day.
We dare not look ahead, no prophets we,
Preferring present joys, come then what may.
Ignore the shadows casting forth their pall,
We vainly claim our time to live it free:
"These sunlit hours suffice" we boldly say;
But winter comes and darkness takes us all.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 10:36 am
Sonnet of Disillusion
What if the world were meaningful and joy
Awaited each new morning sunrise?
What if we had fine talents to employ,
Great deeds at hand, and we were strong and wise?
What if we glady gave each other aid
So cheerful we, no nuisance could annoy,
No fearsome foe could make us feel afraid,
Nor daily troubles our sweet bliss alloy?
Yet scenes of horror come before our eyes:
Disease, war, poverty and crime destroy
The innocent, who no guilt have displayed.
Ignorant masses right and truth despise
And seek low, beastly pleasures to enjoy.
No what-ifs can amend our foul charade.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 5:56 pm
You're really good! I like your rhyme schemes.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 5:14 pm
I wrote a short story in poem form last year. If I can find it I'll post it here in segments. smile
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 1:57 am
Your poetry is really good, I wrote something the other day, nothing special:
You stare into space,
Mind devoid of this place,
Gazing into the stormy sea, your eyes,
Is there something I should realize?
I wonder. . .
Where is the sun?
Has the end begun?
You're feeling so cold,
I don't feel this romance old.
I wonder. . .
Should I just play along?
Or is only in my mind that something's wrong?
I love you enough to let it be, but,
I wonder, to make you happy,
Would I be able to set you free?
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 1:58 am
I don't actually write poetry, sometimes it just comes to me. But no, my form of expression is the paintbrush.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 8:41 am
Mostly i write my poems in Dutch...but i'll try
Stars
If i'm asleep and
look up in the night
I can see 100.000 stars
All showing your face
Its a dream i never want to leave
But when i leave this dream, and get into another
I dream about 100.000 twinkly stars in the night
100.000 stars with a sign
A sign that i must wake up
And when i want to go back to that dream, its gone
and the night is black
I think i see a twinkly star, but then its gone again
And the night is dark
Dark without a star, dark without you
Now i dont want to dream on, but i must.
Its not morning yet, its not time to go to school
So i try to dream better, i try to dream about 100.00 stars
Right....
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 2:38 pm
I am a horrible poet but here is my 5 min atempt.
Thought
An iron jar filled with willpower,
Lighter than a cloud
Though it should fall to the ground.
A comic book bubble,
Surrounds and idea,
The only chance to become a seer.
Knitting the inspiration,
Into an afghan for the mind
So multicolored it’s the greatest find.
A miracle happening in your own mind.
Take a look around inside.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:32 pm
i love this stuff.. lol im jsut no good at it
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 1:59 am
Crocodile serenades for woes as real as those lies sprung from lizard eyes,
comfort your disillusions and offer nothing more
than the instability of thine own person.
When you glance over shoulders higher than yours,
and see us snickering at this projected image:
are you sure that he is holding you,
for is the grip so tight not yours, not one of subconcious uncertainty?
Willow it away as you post yourself
present this image of troubles
when all the time I can read your luxury!
It's smeared on the bags that you tote and your hair,
ohGodYourHair.
What a tale that one is, the pride of your creativity,
yet all we can read are cryptic icons and savage letters in bold print.
Oh, so much more bold than your attempts.
Your insecurities save me.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:01 am
What do you guys think? ((PM me)) Rhyme schemes are bothersome, and dull besides.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 12:13 pm
None of my poems ever rhyme, but then, they don't have to.
Love at First Sight
I didn't know what to say to you
When it was just us two
Alone, together, apart
We had been smart
We kept our distance
Knowing that we might get hurt
Being ever so long since
We listened to all the dirt
Being from the little one
Or our friends and family
Meeting always just after the sun
And we would talk ever so kindly
About what we would go back to
And what we didn't want to leave
Not getting to know each other so well
No love, no love at all would weave
But for me, for me it was to late
I knew it was love at first sight
I had already opened the gate
Though denying it with all my might
And now your gone
And I'm all alone
Trying to go on
Waiting for a loan
To get me where I want to be
Next to you forever and always
On a house by the sea
As we see eachother sideways
Looking into your eyes
Wishing it would never end
As I see through all the lies
And our wound continues to ment
Life will never be like this
But we can always dream
Thinking of the ones we miss
As hard as it may seem
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 12:15 pm
And When Your Heart Gets Riped Out
When your heart gets ripped out
What are you to do?
Go back to them
Try and fix it?
Or just try and make it through?
Go through life
Living a lie
Telling everyone your fine
When your really crying inside
Putting on a face
A smile
A laugh
It's not so easy after a while
Cause you'll eventually break
And when you break
You fall
And when you fall
You sure as hell fall hard
And you'll fall for a long time
Well I've been falling
I've been falling since the day I met you
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 12:16 pm
I got a poem published, but I can't find it at the moment. I'll type it up later. But till then, let me know what you guys think. You can post it on here, or PM me, it doesn't matter. I don't mind constructive criticism.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:47 pm
The Object
Once upon a time
In a young childs dream,
Everything was beautiful;
Or so it would seem.
This child had no worries,
And she didn't believe in fear.
The end seemed far away for her.
But sadly, it was near.
The little girl was the age of five;
No stress upon her head.
Then came a rainy day
That pronounced her parents dead.
The five year old girl
Who had nobody there,
Grew up to be a woman
Without any care.
She is now the age of nineteen
And her spirit never died,
Until she lost her one true love
And committed Suicide.
We know there's no stopping death,
But we can prevent a life.
Just one object can do that,
And that object is a knife.
Yes, I wrote that.
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