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Yes I have others.  These are fairly old about a year i would say.  As for my style well I decided to take an intresting approach when it comes to poetry so there is lots of repeatition and grammer errors.  But it makes for intresting reading or so i have been told.  Actully truthfully I gave up Poetry after I wrote a few of these.  I still have some other ones around here somewhere....

This one was just a funny little poem I made and I don't know why I am posting it except there is a bit of meaning behind it if you know that I do actully like writing poetry and at that point in time did so quite often with ease:


I cannot get out of this Rut of writing
Writing the thing i take joy in and yet despize so much
Writing A place where I have compleate control
I could Write about most anything love, war, death
and all the while you have compleate control
yet here i am at 4:00 A.M., still in a rut
i did write a Poem though a Poem that is plain
i think it shows i'm going insane
i'll get committed! it will not be seen
for that i thank my good friend caffiene
so i Write a poem in prose tone
no fancy touch, about writing in a Rut


your

Your kisses are like water to a parched land
Your voice music to the deaf
Your face is beauty in human form
Your all I care about in this world
Your all I know
Your all I will ever need
Your more then will will ever know
Your what I miss most in my life

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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"

Hail Mary
Full of Grace
I say this prayer
Just in case

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Arts

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Twarts

I really enjoyed reading your poems,you have some talent there.Most of all I liked the second one,I could relate to it in many ways.

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Things have not changed
You have changed

Henery David Thoreau

Well thanks guys I never really thought my Poetry was all that good.  But since you like it so much here you go



words can not express what this is I feel inside of me
Clawing Aching Growing
Everyday my love grows Stronger
its a feeling I can't describe or begin to ponder
I love her more then life itself
and when I wrap my arms around Her
I finally feel like I finally found Her
Her the one for me who will always be what I need

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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"

That was very good too, I liked it a lot .Sigh I wish someone would write me poetry like that.

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Things have not changed
You have changed

Henery David Thoreau

I really dont have many pieces of poetry talking about love but Heres one that encorporates a bit of Sailor moon in it (I wrote it during my Obsession with it period)

My Moonlight Knight
will come when Im alone
and take my hand and grasp it
Will you love me until I grow up
or will I be "The Black Lady"
the one who will be alone and filled with terrible darkness of that fear
Im like a child inside but out I look older
Nobody listens to me when Im a ghost or even wandering spirit
Will you listen?
Yes..... you say
Its niether the answer nor a question
My Arabian Knight I'll dream I'll see you one day but until then i guess
i am Usaugi until then
-Y.Y[

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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 don't watch much Sailor Moon but I did like this poem especilly the name


heres another one I wrote agains watch for capitalization

I feel like No one Knows me
I feel like there is a Monster inside of me
I feel like my Rage will consume me whole
I feel like my whole life i will be ALONE
I feel like No one Loves me, and
I Know that No one ever will

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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"

Adore this Lilly this is a once and a lifetime Poem for you.

Lilly By The Sea
A little girl sits by the sea
dreaming of love and wishing for hope
Always look out seeing the beauty that life shows her
It makes her appreciate this life more
Even as a storm sets in while she's sitting there looking
She wanders over to the edge of a mighty cliff and looks down to a see a lily in the wind.
It lands in her hands and its another sign of lifes beauty.
-Y.Y



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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

AngelmanDx

Awww that was really sweet I luved it   . Thank you I'm flatterd  

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Things have not changed
You have changed

Henery David Thoreau

((Edited because I grew up.))

This post has been edited by Dragon_Fire on 12th August 2008 21:23

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Okay, but there was a goat!

I think this is very beautiful I luv it !!!   I found it some where

Alone for a while I've been searching through the dark, for traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart. To weave by picking up the pieces that remain. Melodies of Life - Love's lost refrain.

Our paths they did cross, though I cannot say just why, we met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye, and who'll hear the echoes of stories never told? Let them ring out loud until they unfold. In my dearest memories, I see you reaching out to me. Though you're gone, I still believe that you can call out my name.

A voice from the past, joining yours and mine. Adding up the layers of harmony. And so it goes, on and on. Melodies of Life. To the sky beyond the flying birds - forever and beyond.

So far and away, see the birds as it flies by, gliding through the shadows of the clouds up on the sky... I've laid my memories, and dreams upon those wings. Leave them now and see what tomorrow brings. In your dearest memories, do you remember loving me? Was it fate that brought us close and now leaves us behind.

A voice from the past, joining yours and mine. Adding up the layers of harmony, and so it goes, on and on. Melodies of Life. To the sky beyond the flying birds - forever and beyond.

If I should leave this lonely worlds behind. Your voice will still remember our melody. Now I know we'll carry on. Melodies of Life. Come circle round and grow deep in our hearts, as long as we remember.



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Things have not changed
You have changed

Henery David Thoreau

Who wrote that, Lilly?

They say if wishes were fishes
We'd all cast nets
But who says they're not
Would they take my bet?

To imagine the critter
Most elusive and free
A stellar creation
From a black sea

The meaning quite obvious
The moral so clear
The fishes are wishes
They're far and they're near.

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Shoot The Moon

The summer days are gone too soon
You shoot the moon
And miss completely
And now you're left to face the gloom
The empty room that once smelled sweetly
Of all the flowers you plucked if only
You knew the reason
Why you had to each be lonely
Was it just the season?

Now the fall is here again
You can't beging to give in
It's all over


When the snow comes rolling through
You're rolling through with some new lover
Will you think of times you've told me
That you knew the reason
Why we had to each be lonely
It was just the season

This is a song I rather like .even though I didn't write it,I though you here would enjoy it



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Things have not changed
You have changed

Henery David Thoreau

((Edited because I grew up.))

This post has been edited by Dragon_Fire on 12th August 2008 21:22

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Okay, but there was a goat!

True Friendship



People come in and out of our lives,but true friends leave footprints on our hearts

When we have shattered hearts and have lost our way. They pick us up pasting the pieces together, filling the gaps with their own. True friendship is not always knowing what to say, but always being there to listen. Sometimes its not the words that comfort, but knowing the other person cares. A true friend is someone who knows you better then your self. They do not judge you for your flaws, but love you for them. For they are what make you different from the rest. A true friend will be there by your side when the rest of the world turns its back on you. A true friend is someone you can call at 3:00am and they will listen A true friend is someone you can talk to about almost anything, and they won't make fun of you. A true friend is an angel with no visible wings, they are one of the greatest gifts; God has blessed us with.

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Things have not changed
You have changed

Henery David Thoreau

I wrote this some time ago.The grammer and spelling  is off,but I rather like it


Amongest the birches

As I kneel here amongst the birches. I find my self-wondering from prayer. It is here I find

peace, from my self and the world. You my think it is odd for someone to pray in the woods.

Yet I feel just as close to God here as in any church. In the mists of his creation, in the

beauty of his eternal love. Oh come gentile evening, and on the soft wings of night. Carry

my pray to the heart of my love. I am laying barren the depths of my soul, like an open

book. Will he find joy in these words? or just ignore them. So many times I have given him

pieces of my heart. But he was to blind to see; they were pieces of a puzzle. That would

become my heart. How foolish was I to give this gift so freely. I believed my heart was

speaking to his each time our eyes met. To late I realized I was blinded by love. For in

return all I was given back was a cold unfeeling, glance. And now all I have left is a pair of

broken wings, how I long to fly again. My joy is gone, and I don't know if I can hope again.

Angels have pure hearts and trust, with their very being. So here I will lie, upon a leafy

bed. Were autumns past have left their memories. Perhaps the north wind will carry away

my tears. And they will fall on my loves face. In the form of a, sweet spring rain. Maybe

then he will come, and heal my broken wings



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Things have not changed
You have changed

Henery David Thoreau

Changes

Where once I was one, now I am two
The what was, and what will become,
Battling for the body
Control of the mind

The once was struggles to claim me
Wield me as it always has
The child in me fights.
For tears,
For dreams,
Games
Love

My child is dying

Fading away, loosing to time
And change

A man will I be
When my child is buried

Long forgotten

Fear clings tight to me
Making me pale and sick
My eyes turn, though my mind knows better
I must abandon him
Cast him aside with all those what were’s in my life


What I am to become looms not so far anymore
Its shadow penetrating me thoroughly
Binding me to this path
Altering me

Farewell


And good to meet you

-Jesus Prime

Everywhere
I see the stairs
They go nowhere
But I don't...
give a rat's ass

Still I must say
In my own way
I'll never stray
To be happy and...
a homosexual?

Oh is it true
When nothing new
What will you do
For a good
...hehehe....

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Somethin new for Valentines day:

Thinking of those Broken Hearts
Everyday i think of you
Then I curse at the sky
Cause you were mine

I lost you now you hang on some other Girls Arm
Hiding my tears from you hurts
watching you pass me like a ghost
You laugh and my knee's buckle
I fall down and you dont help me up

Now your dead
You come begging like a puppy dog
Begging....Apologizing But I wont take you Back.
-Y.Y

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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 didn't write this,but I think its pretty.

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I'll write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't temt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the grass grows
knee high
So won't you try to come?

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountiantop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you.

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe here in your arms
So all I will ask for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me.



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Things have not changed
You have changed

Henery David Thoreau

I finally finished this song I wrote but it makes me cry everytime I read it so here it is:

Neal....Tidddles...All Of you come together like friends
Its like a game of Chocobo Dungeon2 but in the end you lose the white mage who was so happy to be near
but its time for her goodbye
Go on little chocobo whose destiny is written in the sky
Hold on tight they will help you...Cid...Black Mage...Behemoth...Bahumut...Fatty Chocobo...Mog...
All the friends you need are near
Dont write your tales in blood
Let your blood be the tail

We watch from the side and have hope for you
You live in us and we live in you
*chocobo chirp*
lil' Chocobo

Now run along lil' chocobo the sun sets and friends you made are there waiting for you run along and dont forget Sharon
Y.Y

It has no title I was hoping for suggestions.

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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

Everyone's got such great poetry in here, it's all so very nicely done. Here's a lil something from yours truly. I got it from watching a candle burn, from begining till end. (Yes I have no life) Oh and I warn you now, I tend to change topic half way through most of everything I write, and this one is not much different.

Candle Wax And Burning Flesh

Just Light The Wick For Her
Just Start The Fire In Her
The Wax Will Pour From Her

As The Flame Grows Higher
You Can't Avert Your Eyes
Her Flame Dance Draws You In
All The While, Her Life Flows Down
Her Tears Harden Once Again

Her Flame Will Keep On Burning Bright
Until She's Drowning In Her Tears
Her Own Wax Life Will Snuff Her Out
With A Flicker And A Wave Goodbye
The Light Will Disappear.

The Candle Gives Itself To You
It Pours It's Own Existance Out
Until Puddles Of It's Life Wax
Drowns The Candle Out.

Could We All Be Candles
With Our Own Wicks Burning Bright
Bleeding Out Our Very Souls
Glowing With Our Lights

Would Our Wax Be Tainted
And Our Flames Would Make Us Whole
To Create Something New And Perfect
Or Just To Burn Without Control

Just Light The Wick For Her
Just Start The Fire In Her
The Wax Will Pour From Her
The Wax Will Pour From Us All
Creating Our Own Embers
Until The Wax Snuffs Out Our Fire
Pour From Us All

Moderator Edit

Plagiarism is not appreciated! -R51

This post has been edited by Rangers51 on 24th July 2011 23:06

Reading over some of those old ones are funny. I'm especially tickled by DF's deletions- they're a poetry in themselves, almost. I assume Emo-Jav is now stabbed with a knife, burned and buried.

Your Candle poem makes me imagine lyrics for something in an alt-rock metalesque genre. The one genre of poetry I've ever had a bit of skill with has been limericks, probably because I can't take symbolic attempts at emotional depth seriously anymore.

There once was a man from cancun
Who slept every day until noon
"My husband, you'll fail!",
screamed his wife the white whale.
In his sleep, he plays Ahab too.

Immanuel Kant had a clock
It told him to go for a walk
There were women abound
As he strolled through the town
When he got home, he had to fight with his cock.

There once was a wise man from Nazareth
Who's teachings the king declared hazardous
After saddling an ass
through the gates he did pass
And the world never saw aught more disastrous.

A man who followed Lao Tzu
got a small stone in his shoe
after a while
he walked ten-thousand miles
before the rock dug a hole and fell through

Some lady thought limericks trite.
When mentioned she'd quarrel and fight.
Whenever she bitched
her three chins would twitch
She died of heart attack while sleeping one night.

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

Woohoo, limericks!

There once was a girl with green hair,
and purple and red underwear,
She once started crying,
and then started flying,
and lost all her clothes in the air.

And, oh, there's this guy all in black,
who keeps leaving and then coming back,
He'll send through the air
whatever you'll spare,
But watch out for his doggy's attack.

And what's with that other guy, Cyan,
Who's debut has him sitting there cryin',
you'll do many a chore
for some more money for
all the postage stamps he'll be a buyin'

Did you know there's also this young king,
Who can build just about anything?
And a girl's only chance
To escape his advance,
Would be putting on a Relic Ring.

And there's Mog, whom we've not yet discussed,
Whom even a Yeti will trust
And you'll be sure to groove
to many a move
that this cute little creature can bust

And that girl who went to defect,
Well I do not mean her disrespect
But when Runic is shot
let's just say her sword's not
the only thing that becomes erect.

And before you start handing out laurels,
you prob'ly should question the morals
of these people that'll
bring children to battle
and make them fight in all their quarrels.


Ok, some of them were a little racy, but that's part of the limerick tradition too.

This post has been edited by finalalias on 27th July 2011 03:53

Nice!

I pretty much like Der Erlkönig ("The Erlking") from Goethe:

Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.

"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"
"Look, father, the Erl King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Erl King, with crown and with train?"
"My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."

"Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play there with thee;
On my beach, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold."

"My father, my father, and dost thou not hear
The words that the Erl King now breathes in mine ear?"
"Be calm, dearest child, thy fancy deceives;
the wind is sighing through withering leaves."

"Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?
My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care
My daughters by night on the dance floor you lead,
They'll cradle and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep."

"My father, my father, and dost thou not see,
How the Erl King is showing his daughters to me?"
"My darling, my darling, I see it alright,
'Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight."

"I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy!
And if thou aren't willing, then force I'll employ."
"My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
For sorely the Erl King has hurt me at last."

The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He holds in his arms the shuddering child;
He reaches his farmstead with toil and dread,—
The child in his arms lies motionless, dead.

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Only suitable for the Your Creations forum if you created it, Bas. -R51

This post has been edited by Rangers51 on 27th July 2011 21:59

"The Shaper"

The shaper became the first to suborn perjury
when he let people believe that swallows evolved from siege tactics. And
that glass descended in line unbroken from wonder.
That koi and Caesar assembled in commiseration.

But perhaps the shaper was deceived by his deceptions,
perhaps he truly believed that from the arc of the first ballista smashing
its first rounded, now-bloodied jawbone rose directly the swallow’s tail,
believed that the first to forsake the fuliginous
experienced something beyond the immediately comprehensible,
believed, too, that koi and Caesar bonded over their shared denouement.

Still, I sometimes think that nothing ever was before his poetry
and feel forlorn when I think that siege tactics might have evolved from a coveting of death
on a more geologic timescale,
or that the mystery of glass can be deciphered with nothing more than a phrase:
aggregate sand forged,
or that Caesar, lying in a suspension of his lifeblood and the blades that beckoned it,
did not grasp at koi lying in a desiccated pool,
sputtering and gasping for breath,
did not apprehend the word conspire.


I wrote this poem a couple months ago, and I share it as a typical specimen of my oeuvre, typical in that it's got quite a bit of "poetic" language but lacks an adequate level of tension. (I have since altered it with the help of one of my writing professors, but I'm trying to get that version published--hence not including the most recent version.)

I don't know how I missed your limrick, finalalias, but gosh is that funny! Bravo heh, I especially like Edgar's line

Kane, I really like that. I'm not too much of a poetry guy myself, so I guess I wouldn't understand the need for heightened tension. Hopefully we'll get a chance to see the finished product sometime; best of luck with publishing!

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Kane, I really like that. I'm not too much of a poetry guy myself, so I guess I wouldn't understand the need for heightened tension. Hopefully we'll get a chance to see the finished product sometime; best of luck with publishing!

Thanks. If it ends up published somewhere, I'll be sure to point you in the right direction.