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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 10:39 pm
hello^_^ This thread is a place where you can post your poems and receive comments on them 3nodding I started with one of my own...hope it's good sweatdrop (ahem)Anyway,please enjoy the tread! blaugh
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 10:48 pm
(untiled for now)
When the moon is full, She imagines her true love Watching the same stars.
Her kindred spirit Who she knows so well,although They have never met.
Her heart believes fate Binds together those who are Meant for each other.
Until she finds him, Her heart opens for no one, Save only for love
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:16 pm
black.berry.small.cake (untiled for now) When the moon is full, She imagines her true love Watching the same stars. Her kindred spirit Who she knows so well,although They have never met. Her heart believes fate Binds together those who are Meant for each other. Until she finds him, Her heart opens for no one, Save only for love It was OK, but rhyme and rythm were almost non-existant. Could use some work, but all in all, you've got a not so bad thing going here.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:22 pm
Dragon Fire
Dragon's flame, Burning bright, Showing clearly in the night.
Firestorm, Spinning past, Not truely seen unless you're fast.
Leather-wings, Beating strong, You'll survive unless I'm wrong.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 6:25 pm
Love and its Victims
Love is an experience Love is something you can have Love is something worth having Love comes with a price Love comes with joy Love comes with happiness Love comes with a downfall Does Love choose its victims? How is it hard to get when sometimes it just falls in your arms You can benefit love You can hate love Or you can live without love Amazing how love plays its role in our lives It toys with us destroys us helps us grow give us that feeling of comfort And amazing how both very far and very near it is to us Love is not for all of us sometimes But we all know that we have a choice Some of us are held back from love Some want love but can’t have it Some want to get away from it Some need it Some want to experience it Some want to hold in the palm of their hand Some...turn their back on it What is Love? Some say it is person Some say it is a thing Some say it is an event But......will I ever know what it is exactly?
By: Jerome Johnson, Jr.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 8:04 pm
I liked reading the second poem Thunder wrote. It had a nice rhythm and easy to understand.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 8:10 pm
Horse
Do not treat me like a horse I am not a working breed Do not load weight upon my back I am not of the laboring class Do not pat me on the head I do not eat oats or hay Do not teach me to perform tricks I am not trained to prance Do not treat me like a horse I am not someone’s pet
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:58 am
Dread it sways with the howl of the wind It gnaws at your mind like a cat in heat Then destroys your conscience And then moves on
Dread it moves from house to house Stealing sleep and the souls of others Leaving them lonely And then moves on
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 3:59 am
1. Love's Pain
The bride was there on the floor, Valentine's it was. The groom came in, dead he knew for sure.
The pain of love was unkind, Tears in his eyes. All the happy memories, Running through his mind.
The funeral was painful, Quietness took over. Photo's of her lovely face, No-one dressed up shameful.
One smiling face in the crowd, The bride herself, a ghost. Sending love throughout the room, To those whom need the most.
2. Valentines curse
Every day on valentines, A love is thrown away, Someone dies and someone's born, It happens on this day*
But today after valentines, An apology is made, A scarf, a star, never accepted, it's far too delayed*
Then at last the guilt sets in, And you go say sorry, They give you back all the gift's, and a love-shaped lolly*
Finally, love is made, everyone is happy, but then you know when you break up, they will all feel really crappy!
3. Heart Stealer
Watch out, watch out! The heart stealers about! He takes away your love.
His smile, His charms, His lovely tanned arms, You really can't resist!
He takes your heart and runs away, He doesn't come back for days and days. Then you finally realise he's... gone.
So, watch out, watch out. The heart stealers about.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 4:00 am
Please feel free to critizise and comment on my work.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 2:01 pm
~Despair~ Sometimes it's a view of the shattered moon,sometimes it's a walk in the stormy night. Sometimes it feels like that you want to cry,as the dry tears never come out. Sometimes you are simply avoiding someone,because you just want to say:"Leave Me Alone." **************************** But the day will pass,and the blue will fade.There you are,gathering the presence of joy. When you see the rainbow,after the helpless rain.Be pround of yourself,for not giving up at all...
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 3:37 pm
Flowers from heaven
Stretch to the air, tell me what you see. Flowers from heaven? great gods from the sea, tell me, tell me what do you see? the flowers that you grow? With more beauty than anyone can be. from the charms of heaven, stars of the night, they crumble and fall from your very sight.
I like criticism
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 5:35 pm
The Ghost of Me
I'm the ghost everyone can see A shadow of my human life Pale and weak barely hanging on To this mortal existence Many think they know me But all they can see Is the ghost of me The ghost with brown hair and blue eyes The one with a cheery smile and caring personality The ghost of me They think they see me They only see what I want them to see Never the darkness of my heart or my sweetest dream My passions,my fears,and the beauty of my tears My protective nature,my quirks and my alure The world I created to hide from reality The little things that matter to me No They only see The ghost of me
note: I think I have spelling error and probably other stuff but I still love it
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