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 Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 3:22 pm
this is one i wrote in my 8th hour class a few weeks ago...
SOARING WITHOUT WINGS
TWIST, TURN, FLAIL,
I'M FLYING, YET FALLING,
SOARING WITHOUT WINGS,
LOVING THE KNOWLEDGE ,
THAT THE END IS NEAR,
MY PERSONAL END IS IN SIGHT,
I COULD OPEN MY EYES,
AND SEE BELOW,
THERES THE END,
I GRIN WITH THIS FACT,
THAT I CAN CONTROL,
JUST THIS LITTLE PART,,
JUST A PART,
OF THIS BIG WIDE WORLD,
IS UNDER MY CONTROL,
SURE ITS JUST A SINGLE SOUL,
BUT NO LONGER WILL
THIS SPIRIT HURT,
THIS BODY ACHE,
NO LONGER WILL I,
CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP,
I WILL NO LONGER BE HURT,
BECAUSE IM SOARING WITHOUT WINGS.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 9:31 pm
Who am I but a cloud of dust
not seen nor heard by anyone
not even a passing glance
but if you want to torment or hurt someone
then I'm as clear as a sign
a sign on a building
saying 'pick on me, pick on me, I'm the only one.'
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 11:03 am
one bright morning in the middle of the night
two dead boys got up to fight
back to back they faced eachother
drew there swords and shot eachother
a deaf policeman heard the noise
he came and killed the two dead boys
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 6:43 pm
Ok, this is a metaphor poem xd Not sure if it's any good.
The sun sets
The Ocean readies
The moon rises
Night falls consuming
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 7:01 pm
There once was a girl named emma,
whose sister was quit a delima,
she screamed and cried till pop dries her eyes
there once was a girl named emma.
its a limerick!!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:16 pm
Dark_Boy_Sabata_17801 one bright morning in the middle of the night two dead boys got up to fight back to back they faced eachother drew there swords and shot eachother a deaf policeman heard the noise he came and killed the two dead boys This is the version I know One bright morning in the middle of the night Two dead boys got up to fight Back to back they faced each other Drew their swords and shot each other A deaf policeman heard the noise He came and killed the two dead boys If you don't believe this lie is true Ask the blind man behind the wall He saw it all ((This is my own poem that I wrote a year ago)) Roses Life. A crystal of happiness A white rose Love. An unexplained phenomenon A red rose Death. An abyss of darkness A black rose I was given a white rose that Turned red once I fell in love, The rose turned onyx black on my death Like his eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:43 pm
I wrote this poem last night tell me what you think
Title: Not Afraid
Living in a Childlike World,
Nothings as it seems,
Waiting for the day,
I wake from this incandescent Dream.
Thinking about the past,
Thinking about the Future,
What could have happened then,
What could happen now,
Will everything we want in life,
Happen the way we want them to?
Will everything we have dreamt of come true?
Will all the happy times we have,
Turn into nothing but regret?
Is everything we see here real?
Or just a Childlike fairytale,
Is everything we say and feel true?
Or is it nothing at all,
I was afraid once,
Afraid of everything in this world we live in,
I was afraid to love,
Afraid to feel something so beautiful,
Afraid of something everyone is meant to have,
I was afraid to love you in the beginning,
But now
I'm not Afraid anymore,
I'm not afraid to tell you anything
I'm not afraid to smile when you are near,
I'm not afraid to kiss you when everyone is looking,
I'm not afraid to cry in front of you,
I'm not afraid to tell you my Secrets,
I'm not afraid to tell you I love you,
I'm not afraid for once in my life,
Because of you,
I'm not Afraid of this Childlike world we live in,
I'm not afraid to fall and get back up and start again,
I'm not afraid to face my fears,
I'm not afraid to say what I want to say,
I'm not afraid to believe in myself,
I'm not afraid to be different then everyone else in this world we live in,
Because of you,
I'm not afraid to be the person I'm meant to be.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 1:12 pm
Missing You
Late at night when I can't sleep
I think of you the most
The memories of you and I
Still haunt me like a ghost
I still remember the fateful day
You left me far behind
How, many months right after that
I'd been out of my mind
Ever since the day you left
I've never been the same
I feel like I'm the cause of it
Like I'm the one to blame
I wish that you were here with me
To hold me oh so tight
I want you here right next to me
Where you would be alright
In my dreams, I smell you scent
And feel your every touch
I wish that you were here with me....
I miss you oh so much!
So, late at night when I can't sleep
I'll think of you the most
The memories of you and me
Will always haunt me like a ghost....
©2006 Markeisha Anntonette Knott
So.... what do you guys think of my poem? It's dedicated to my boyfriend....
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 5:31 pm
jina44 There once was a girl named emma, whose sister was quit a delima, she screamed and cried till pop dries her eyes there once was a girl named emma. its a limerick!! i love limericks! i'm not too good though, but i'll try: the grandfather clock struck twelve, the termites began to delve, into it's wood, which wasn't too good, the grandfather clock struck twelve
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 10:05 am
My Poems don't really have names.
Those three words
Anyone can say them, but only few can mean them.
You know the words I'm talking about
The ones that make your heart melt and bring tears of joy to your eyes.
Those three words that are said too much
They can make all the difference
Most say them, but their hearts don't.
Ah, those three words,
I Love You.
Don't think about saying sorry again.
You sound like a broken record.
It doesn't work,
Actions speak louder than words.
Prove to me that you are sorry,
Then I might consider your apology,
But before then. . . no
You don't know the whole side of the story.
So why do you think you do?
Why do you think you can fix it?
Because you can't.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 2:54 am
ROSESZ ARE REDD
ASiANSZ ARE YELLOW
THATSZ OUR RACE
BUHT HERESZ THA DEMO !
MY ASiAN PRiDE
iWiLL NAWTT HiDEE
MY ASiAN RACE
iWiLL NAWTT DiSGRACE
MY ASiAN BLOODD
FLOWSZ HAWTT nD' TRUEE
MY ASiAN PEEPSZ
iWiLL STAND BY U
THROUGH THiCK nD' THiN
TiLL THE DAY WE DiEE
OUR ASiAN FLAG
ALWAYSZ STAND HiGH
i YELL THiS POEM
LOUDER THEN THE RESTT
CUZ EVERYONE NOESZ
ASiANSZ ARE THE BESTT !
ASiAN PRiDE iS NATi0N
WiDE WE D0NT
DiE WE MULTiPLY
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 7:10 am
FATE
Sometimes,
things just aren't meant to be,
for all the lil' things i did,
she never even looked at me.
There is no reason to doubt,
my feelings for her,
'Coz I've went all out,
to stop time with her forever.
I'm distraught to find out I'm just a best friend,
nothing more and nothing less,
I should say this is the end,
of all this hope and all this false pretense.
I loved her with all my heart,
wished we were never apart,
but then again,
that is only me,
for some things,
are just never meant to be.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 10:17 pm
Heart Ache
Heardly breathing
Every beat breaking
A scarce feeling
Raging
Taking you from me
And finially awaking my
Changing
Heart
Every time i feel my heart aching
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:32 am
The Secret to My Insanity.
A whisper can be heard every once in a while.
A sly voice that creeps in your ears, makes you smile.
And every time, every minute, every day that I hear,
I'm always afraid it'll disappear.
This voice is no average sound.
Listening to it, I am bound.
Addiction, intervention.I can't really choose.
Which I'd rather gain.Which I'd rather lose.
In this voice, hides a secret.
I'm not supposed to tell, so I will sneak it.
It hides protection and confidence inside.
And you slowly lose control and realize it lied....
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:18 pm
((This was only to introduce an area in my RP. It's not actually a poem, but I'll post it here anyway.))
Ostheim's Asylum
Why, hello there.
Welcome to this place of hell and nightmare.
Oh, come here to see the doctor have you?
I'm afraid showing you to him, I cannot do.
As you can see, I'm locked behind these cursed bars.
They think I'm crazy and that I've induced these here scars.
Confined me in a pretty white jacket and padded little room, have they?
It's just because they think I'll hurt myself in some stupid way.
Oh, you're just checking in, I see.
So met Doctor Ostheim have you already?
Ah, well, you're welcome to share my comfy cell with me,
And we can be best friends for all eternity.
But I have to warn you, though.
I have an embarrassing little problem of which you may want to know.
You see, there are these times when a ravenous hunger racks my mind,
And it is the reason why over there our quiet roomate has resigned.
Sadly, I think I might have angered him,
Because he has not spoken in a while or even moved his remaining limb.
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