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Ahem, well this is my first post I guess my poetry is my inner ranting and expressions.Have fun in my mind.

Goin within
I am retreating within to find myself
When I find myself you will find me
not just one but all of me
Love lies in inside
not just in the heart
A souls screams when
pain and sorrow haunt the being
What is left behind is the corpse
not the body but the soul.
-Yoshiyuki (Me)

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Shoot me with a gun
make it out of words
destroy my heart
obliterate my viens
disinegrate my bones
but leave me my mind
so I may go crazy
Thank you josh....AHHHHHH

Very cool. Post some more poems, this one's great.

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Lou: There's a couple of guys fighting down at the aquarium, Chief.
Wiggum: Do they still sell those frozen bananas?
Lou: I think so.
Wiggum: Let's roll.

Hmmm I can submit one here goes

In the beginning I was still a child
with child like emotions and mind
I was bullyied for falling behind
As such my first year was not kind

A new year and lessons learned
Lessons learned too late
I fell in love and my passions burned
And thus that flame sealed my fate

A year passed and my lips were sealed
I kept my secrets to myself but alas
For soon they were all to be revealed
My first love discovered by all the class

She was honourable, noble and kind
I was wrong she use me all along
With that revealation darkness cameover my mind
It would sing "revenge" a tiresome song

I discovered all I called friend were filth and deranged
My hatred grew and darkness reigned
Yet I discovered something strange
I had a destiny that had to be attained

Great crimes were committed against me
I nearly was destroyed for turning on her
But she failed to destroy me
I got a realization that changed me forever

I walk the path of everlasting light
To preserve life and learn to forgive
Those who wronged me I will fight
Because my destiny is to make sure you live

My name is Morgan Vogt
I went through six years of hell
I do not hate those people who put me through that hell
Paladins may not exist on earth only in fantasy realms
But that will not stop me walking the path of the Paladin

Not the best poem in the world I know but hey I tried?

More Poetry This ones for R51(Josh)

Mystery Behind
I really dont know you well enough
To call you a great friend
But your friend all the same
I Know I scare you with who I am
But its just Who I am
I feel free like a Bird but Trapped like a prisoner
I can never be normal
Because I m Wierd
But Dont ever forget I think of you as a  Friend
-Yoshiyuki

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Shoot me with a gun
make it out of words
destroy my heart
obliterate my viens
disinegrate my bones
but leave me my mind
so I may go crazy
Thank you josh....AHHHHHH

I know What Spammage is but This totally New This is my Revamp before this post goes Dead and no one wants a resident Poet I finish this piece of Pain whoops I mean poetry.
Lets first Have a little Chat about my poetry I have one thing to Say first that is if you dont appreciate nature DONT READ THIS!
Well, In this poem Factor of love is not large but Anger and Hate is and a bit confusion so enjoy.

Light Moves the Heart
A Little Quiet serenade for the heart
Yes, the Heart
The heart needs Quiet sometime to Recognize What its Feeling many at the chat Lose me because My heart can not catch up so I get lost
Please tell me what it makes to be slow at heart and try so hard to Be like the rest
I dont wanna be like the rest but I want to catch up
-Yoshiyuki
So now let's put this Post to rest and may be one day I will be remembered like so many poets forgotten should. And just maybe some one will connect to me.

I wish you could reply and bring with you the pieces of your heart but of course josh asked that no one reply as to what they think but I would Have it if I could.
You may go Stark Raving Mad now.

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Shoot me with a gun
make it out of words
destroy my heart
obliterate my viens
disinegrate my bones
but leave me my mind
so I may go crazy
Thank you josh....AHHHHHH

Hope you guys like this:

The Dance
Oh what token wouldst I give thee
all for a single dance, m'lady?
To swing and twirl with you on my arm,
no worries; I shall prevent thee from harm.
To hold you close - what heavenly bliss,
and perchance m'lady wouldst fancy a kiss?
But lo - by duty and honor I am bound,
with the castle's lady I must dance a round.
Yet tonight in slumber I take my pleasure,
knowledge that in this time of leisure
my head and heart rest in a bed of straw
with joy in my soul and a smile on the jaw.
As I know for me this straw was laid
by your loving hands, most beautiful serving maid.

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Kimi ga ite, boku ga iru.
Sore dake sa.  Sore ga subete sa.

Translated:
You're here, and I'm here.
That's all.  That's everything.

Please dont get me knocked for spam!  

Raining
It's raining....
again.
The soft patter
of life-giving water
upon my tousseled hair...
The rain,
like the tears
I could not cry.
When you went.
the world did weep;
The heavens opened
and cried for you,
and cried for me,
and washed our
sadness away.

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Kimi ga ite, boku ga iru.
Sore dake sa.  Sore ga subete sa.

Translated:
You're here, and I'm here.
That's all.  That's everything.

AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!  This is NOT my fault.... once that little bloodsucking muse bites, I can't stop pouring out my life-blood (poetry).  Last one today, I promise!

Testing
Life so far has been a test,
to see my trend for the rest;
to see how or when I would fall;
to know if I would crash at all.

To find if I could deal with pain,
and move along to start again;
whether I'm apt to love or to lose,
and what I'll do, if I must so choose.

My testing has been cruel indeed,
throwing at me evil and greed,
but now the testing phase is done,
as I walk in to the warm sun.

I breathe in the air - fresh and sweet,
walking towards where we will meet.
And now I know I've passed my test,
for yesterday's when you said 'Yes.'

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Kimi ga ite, boku ga iru.
Sore dake sa.  Sore ga subete sa.

Translated:
You're here, and I'm here.
That's all.  That's everything.

Here's one I wrote for a "lose friend/ex-girlfriend who's always getting put down by her stepfather. It's pretty short and not very good because I haven't been writing poetry very long, and I've never been all that creative in the first place.

But, here goes.

Beautiful

There's beauty in happiness, laughter, and love,
There's beauty in nature, or peace, or a hug.
But beauty is painful for those who can see,
That sadness is beautiful, it's clear to me.

Beauty makes sadness, I'm sure you can see,
The heart yearning for that which never can be.
And as that heart reaches for what it desires,
It's burnt to a crisp in emotional fires.

Sadness is beautiful painfully fair,
More than the eyes, or the lips, or the hair.
Though it's a strange kind of beauty, for sure,
Aching and crying for love that is pure.

I see the beauty in you every day,
I hear it in every word that you say.
Though you would not show it to me before,
I see a glimmer now, I know there's more.

Overpoweringly great it must be,
Though just a sliver is all that I see.
All that can match to your beauty behold,
Is my wish to share it, to lighten your load.

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This a poem that I wrote a while ago...I think it's about cheating. My ex had physically cheated on me, and I was mentally/emotionally cheating on him.


Song in the Night

Wry smile in the dead of the night
the soul that lurks last, lusts
but in the darkness there just might
be a time for doing, of broken trusts

This is the part that hearts don't see
amist the lies and whimsicle needs
to, at last, flee from what you may be
and in another, plant the seeds

Destructive behaviour, this just is
and in your heart you know it's true
and even in such an innocent kiss
you cannot think of else to do

You tried, you tried, you can't be you
then you think that something else is there
it seems to speak, then says adieu
and when it goes, you feel despair

But it is not for you to want
nor there for your contentment
it will not do for you to haunt
least it only breed resentment

When all is gone, and it is past
your heart does find its spoken home
and in that heart, it tries to last
despite its fickle want to roam

so leave the smile, its tempting words
hold your head high for a while
do not allow your heart to merge
despite its very similar style

it's not for you to choose your fate
despite what the other may say
you've chosen your path, it is too late
no longer is it time to play

unless you want to be alone
another lost soul in the dark
it's best to cease the forbidden moan
and stay where you have made your mark

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I had an old signature. Now I've changed it.

((Edit: </angst>))

This post has been edited by Dragon_Fire on 12th August 2008 21:25

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Okay, but there was a goat!

Everyones' poetry's so nice. Mine's...*pokes it* just kinda...there. This one I wrote when I was...13. Not too long ago, I know, but...eh, still.

Flight
She flees in fright
Into the night
From wickedness and sorrow.
He calls her name
"Come home again,
Or never see the morrow!"

She swims the lake
But in her wake
Came a fast pursuer.
He'd call and yell
But then she fell
Into a darkened sewer.

The nurse looked sad,
None too glad,
As she leaned over her bed.
"She's slipping fast
It shall not last,
There's a sickness in her head."

She fled in fright
Into the night
From wickedness and sorrow.
Her life not long,
She'll soon be gone,
And will never see the morrow!



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Why don't you go hang out with the village idiot so you have someone to look up to?

A New Poem   (Somethin for a certain Jerk I know)

Something to think about
Nothing about just one person
and if it was that person would always love themself
Accuse me of not tryin to be myself
you are wrong
Chavenistic Blond/Brunette jerks dont always love themselves or have to be authorative
Its in there character
You may bring forth a Giant gun of power
but that doesnt solve anything
I might be gone before you know it and then why would  I disapear, by choice no....
Your board, my sleep deprivation and, a can of smog
thats all remains of what I saw once.

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Shoot me with a gun
make it out of words
destroy my heart
obliterate my viens
disinegrate my bones
but leave me my mind
so I may go crazy
Thank you josh....AHHHHHH

((Edit: Oh god, just ...just no.))

This post has been edited by Dragon_Fire on 12th August 2008 21:24

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Okay, but there was a goat!

I really like that one DF, you going to try to turn it into a song?

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I had an old signature. Now I've changed it.

Thanks Elena. Yeah, It's in the process, my friend is helping me out with bass riffs and since he's a singer, he's gonna sing it, and I already have the guitar riffs in it. It sounds something like The Zephyr Song by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Once we're done I'm going to record it and hopefully show it to you guys.

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Okay, but there was a goat!

Good poetry everyone. I'm a writer, but not much of a poet. However, the sun did give me this one day:


"The Morning, Grey"

Amidst the trees in crimson streaks
 The golden king of morning wakes
And all his heralds the sky will take
 When he doth speak, and dawn doth Break.

With whom would you propose to roam
 Who cannot give his life away,
When there is he who has no home
 Who only owns the morning, Grey.

If you're wondering who the "you" is, A girlfriend of mine, she was afraid to love anyone, because she had been hurt before, so she only dated people who she thought couldn't love her. Well she was wrong about me, and I was dumped because I loved her. Weard, right? That's basically the second verse. Again, the sun gave me the first.

It’s hard to believe December is here again, the air is cold and crisp while the sky paints a mural of blue. All the trees and fields are covered in a blanket of white. Some how my feet know this path, I feel as though I have a map in my head. I remember that winter’s night so many years ago, I remember how the sky was velvet blue neatly interwoven with a thousand stars. How our breath seemed to freeze the moment it left out lips. But most of all I remember you, the way my hand fit perfectly in yours. You looked so handsome; your dark eye’s peering over a green woolen scarf. Snow had fallen in your hair and it glistened like dew on an early morn. We did not speak many words to each other for we knew they would only disturbed the moment, though our hearts spoke the words that could not be said. I wanted this night to last forever, but would it? These questions seemed to haunt my soul; and I couldn’t put them to rest. Yet you awncerd  my prayers with a soft loving glance, placing a warm hand on my frozen cheek  you spoke words only my heart may remember. Little did I know then what I do now, but that was for time to write. I never though God would have sent you to me, and thank him every day, for who knew I would ever be this happy. It’s been 20 years since that night; we have been through the bad times and the good. God has blessed us with 7 beautiful children and a loving family, but most of all he has given us each other and a pure eternal love. I don’t believe I could ask for anything more. So I stand here a moment watching you and our children in silence, as you try and find the perfect Christmas tree.  I am trying to take everything in, holding it dear to my heart. Yet I am brought back by a little hand and the loving face of our youngest child. The only funny thing is I have yet to meet you all, so this is just a dream, a hope for me.




I wrote this about someone I uesto care for very much (even loved).But I guess as life would go to show I was only hurt in the end,I always get hurt in the end.I guess thats why I don't let my self get close to people  

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Things have not changed
You have changed

Henery David Thoreau

This is off the top of my head, but I noticed most poems here are about pain, and the hopelessness of lost love.  I haven't checked back here in a while, so no one is truly to blame, but I checked most recent post, and reaction is from Lilly's post.


Love's Life

I may not have been the one for you
but please just go and see
I may have made you feel so blue
just as you have made me.

We started with such hope
blindly forging ahead
remembering, I was such a dope
and now fledgling love is dead.

Now I know the truth of it
the pain has helped me see
love does not just hit
or happen to you or me.

Love is a creature, living
and two must help it grow
but when the two giving
are not in sync, you know.

That love will be told
to grow in two directions
quickly getting old
among constant objections.

But when you find the one
who you know, through and through
you will have so much fun
watching your love brew.

The love between you will grow
filling every space
and the two of you will know
you'll be together in any time or place.


I hope this eases everyone's pains.  Though pain makes a good poem sometimes, it is not healthy to keep it so long.  Some people can find absolution, forgiveness, therapy or relief from writing it down, but for others, it is not enough.  We must all move on if we are ever to be complete.

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Kimi ga ite, boku ga iru.
Sore dake sa.  Sore ga subete sa.

Translated:
You're here, and I'm here.
That's all.  That's everything.

((Edit: Jeez, emo jav needs to have never happened.))

This post has been edited by Dragon_Fire on 12th August 2008 21:25

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Okay, but there was a goat!

(( Do not want.))

This post has been edited by Dragon_Fire on 15th March 2009 19:57

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Okay, but there was a goat!

This is steamy so...

Sculting the human clay
She is sculpture Aphrodite, I mold her, she
moves me.
As we spend time shaping each other,
We find something more than just lovers.
My progress cries out upon me, the clay is
wet as I kneed.
The sculpting time tolls more and more,
on my bed, then on the floor.
Stay with your sculpture, she is your art,
from very end, to beginning start.

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At times one remains faithful to a cause only because its opponents do not cease to be insipid.
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900)

My Father
Peeking at me through the glass
he watches me carefully
Even on the net
I want not to be followed in dire agony
Pain is not what the emotion is
It means simply Im feeling
-Y.Y

been awhile so enjoy!

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Shoot me with a gun
make it out of words
destroy my heart
obliterate my viens
disinegrate my bones
but leave me my mind
so I may go crazy
Thank you josh....AHHHHHH

I'll try to cook something up.

Sadness

As darkness dawns and rises
As day but writhers away
I'm left only with my sadness
And my troubles of the day.

The turmoil of the mind and soul
Can drag my heart to depths
To extents so extreme I believe
Can bring me close to death.

The binds of troubles grasp my soul
That will not set me free
It brings me closer to the heart
of grim reality.

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Nine-hundred ninety-nine billion nine-hundered ninety-nine million nine-hundred ninety-nine thousand nine-hundred ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall...

Here's a happy poem I think theres to many poems about hurt,lost luv,and pain.No offance anyone

I wander through a wild wood under the pale light of a paper moon;
Angels fly above no flesin bonds keep them here.
Donning a pair of broken wings I join them in their flight
,taking a lighten heart in hand.
For I know your dear arms await me when I fall.
Yet am I just a hopeless fool? Is this all but a dream?
In this house of cards who knows what may be

And so I find my self among the stars ,
surrounded by heavenly beings. Though their company does not
compare to thee.
I look down upon the earth from my moon light bed.
There is see you a lonely vision among the trees
though I must wonder do you dream of me in your throne of wild flowers sweet.
Or do I dream alone?


from blankets of silver silk I fled into thin dear arms.
You catch me with utmost care, tending to my broken wings.
Now I my heart can see clearly for the mists of confusion are gone.
 You have been dreaming of me too.

  Under the pale light of a paper moon
 we will find repose among the wild flowers sweet.
   As angels watch over us from above

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Things have not changed
You have changed

Henery David Thoreau

Here's two really short ones I kinda like. I wrote them just a few months ago, which is saying something, considering they were the first poems I ever wrote.

Darkness

Nothing there within my soul,
Nothing there but darkness.
Everything is dead and gone,
All has died from sadness.

Searching for some ray of light,
Some last shred of hope,
But my world has grown too cold,
To see through this darkness.

[sarcasm]Try to guess if THAT one's about pain.[/sarcasm]

Haiku

Three lines of writing
seven in the middle line
first and last have five

A haiku about haiku!

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Haiku Three lines of writing seven in the middle line first and last have five A haiku about haiku!

Well done my friend, many quatlues to you.

I've tried haiku before it's fun .But good poem ,I liked it

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Things have not changed
You have changed

Henery David Thoreau

My Poetry isn't all that good and also it doesn't neccarly follow traditional grammer rules mainly puncuation and capitilization.  

I cannot

music and laughter are in the air and yet I cannot Hear
beauty and wonder are before my eyes yet I cannot See
Friends and Family are gathered yet I cannot Talk
Love and Joy is around me yet I Cannot Feel
Loneliness and Sorrow are in my future yet I Cannot Change.



This poem is about a young lady i knew and in a way about my opinions on all people:

the Moon shows half her Face tonight
but there is a half I do not see
she hides her other face well, but cannot hide it from me
I see her Face what she cannot hide
she looks away in shame, in sorrow
bit I can see her clearly and she is not shamed
but afraid afraid of herself of others
she she hides hides from me
and so the moon Sets

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We all have our own hells and fires we must pass through, but when you have passed through them, you must ask yourself.  Was I consumed by the flame? Or was I tempered by it?

Quitsis - "Whip, Chaingun, don't bug me I'm killing"

Very Good my friend. I say that a lot but I would like to stress it this time. Do you have others? I rather enjoyed both of those. Maybe I'm misreading you but it seems to me that the style of those two is well developed. If that is an old piece, I'd definitely be interested in reading a more recent work, and visa-versa.

To be more specific, I enjoyed the second one most. Your repitition in lines five through eight is the high point of the poem from a style stand point, especially line eight with the repeat of the word "she" when it isn't even needed for content. (By the way, if that was a typo, don't tell anyone. It's a very good typo. )