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Post by kev on Apr 14, 2006 15:28:37 GMT -5
I know that this is a bit short and sweet but for my first and only poem i like it...
A fire of the heart, A fire of pain, A fire of glory, A fire of guilt, Why did I let you go? A fire burns, consuming hate, destroying hope, This fire is consuming my soul!
Give me some feed back please
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Post by Jade Estaci on Apr 14, 2006 20:36:51 GMT -5
Interesting.....I like it......why'd you write it?
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Post by charonholler on Apr 14, 2006 20:39:28 GMT -5
my first thought is that he wrote this after breaking up w/ someone. am i right? btw, it is nicely written. i like the free-verse thing.
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Post by coward on Apr 15, 2006 1:17:51 GMT -5
It's hard for me to sit down and write a fullblown story so normally i just express what i'm thinking about in a little poetic story. It doesn't really rhyme or anything but i like it. just try and imagine the conversation. (the narrator's speech is written in italics and the man's in bold)
A stranger, he smiled bitterly. Speaking softly to my deepest fears. "Don't be afraid of dying, If it's all you've never had. Did you live your life? The best I can? I met you for the first time. My eyes were opened. Now I meet you for the last time. They will shut." Choking back tears, I smiled and said "Mine has just begun. My life has just begun."
I held his hand. He held my heart. "I grew up knowing this day would come. But to be by your side is still an honour to me. This was meant to be. You saw all that was meant to be seen. You dreamt all that was meant to be dreamt. You lived your life." "Yes. You lived your life. But mine has just begun. My life has just begun."
I looked into his eyes. Whimpering with tears, one rolled down his cheek. I wiped it away. "We will meet again. Some place where time never fades." There was a silence then the steady sound of a dying machine. I was jolted into his arms. "This is the end. Hold me close." I grasped him tightly and whispered into his ear. "This is my end. But my life began when I met you."
In case ya didn't catch that, it's about soulmates meeting on a plane for the very first time and last time.
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Post by kev on Apr 15, 2006 8:12:46 GMT -5
Yes Charon, I wrote it after breaking up w/ someone very dear to me but that isn't the only reason, I wrote mecause i was very angry at myself and at that time I hated the world...
glad someone likes it...
EDIT: Sorry I forgot to comment... I Like it but it ain't me style...
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Post by kev on May 2, 2006 17:34:42 GMT -5
This is another fruit of boredom and maybe you people could suguest a title? Fiendish Angel so fine, Blood Of Immortal to be mine, Darkest angel of the night, The Most Fruitful of the Blight, Three-headed dog yet all cat, Three parts owl yet one part rat. YAY YAY oxymorons!
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Post by Jade Estaci on May 2, 2006 18:09:09 GMT -5
I'd have to know what it's about. lol
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Post by charonholler on May 3, 2006 16:41:31 GMT -5
i'd call it "the fallen" cuz it bringsd up images/ideas of a fallen angel.
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Post by Keagan Gerislynn on May 3, 2006 16:53:41 GMT -5
How 'bout a story poem influenced by G. Chaucer, eh?
A disclaimer of sorts: This is not meant as a political slam, it was just how it came to me with the rhyming and such.
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General Prologue Description
There was a Politician, a smooth-talking guy, Who could brighten a smile and make eagles fly. Thoughtful words poured forth from his lips, to soar; Boggling concepts and weak promises galore. A youthful glow to his skin, a glint in his eye, Long legs and charisma, a truly good-looking guy. He had gained civil trust and made women swoon, Joking to make the dog laugh and boosting the cow o'er the moon. Plastering a kind smile he inspired trust to no end And his sympathetic frowns provided a new best friend. Fashionable he was, perfectly deceiving, Specially molded for his superiority in leading.
Politician's Tale
On Capitol Hill, a lofty perch, there sat An expressive liberal, a Democrat. A grotesque minded man, an expert in deceit. Much craftier a man you'd be hard pressed to meet. Corrupted by power, he had been twisted But I'll say for his intellect, he was gifted. Year by year, he won reelection In his home state, section by section, Concocting new tactics, new schemes and new lies, Craftily avoiding and deterring his demise. Few knew of this man's plots, his trials and sins, And most only noted his successes and wins. But the otherworldly pay much more attention And this man was in for eternal detention. His deathbed was glorified, he never lacked a friend If only they knew his final, true end. For as he passed from this Earth, to the gates he was brought To St. Peter, the guard, whose job he'd forgot. "I've arrived," he announced, boastful as ever. "I reached the zenith of life, and now I will never Have to run a new race, or fight a new fight. I am here now, in heaven, forever in light." "Not so fast now," said Peter, keeping his post. "Have you forgotten the rules set aside by your host? Through your life you have sinned, and never repented. Your record, of course, has been more than dented. Holes have been drilled through your lies and deceit Your 'I'll win by my rules' attitude now has you beat. The Almighty feels forsaken by your fool's painted promises Of flying on faux wings, the massive wings of a Pegasus. You never begged for forgiveness, never asked for His graces, Running in your own time, at your own paces. Your final retribution has now come, your life's been subjected And I'm sorry to inform you, you've been rejected. He's determined you unworthy, though his heart is not numb To reside in the crystalline halls of His Kingdom." "He can't do that!" the man cried. "I've to His Kingdom come To worship Him now. How can you say he's not numb?" "Nothing now can be done," the reply came from the gate. "The decision's been made, it's already too late. My heart strings are taut, my heart aches with pain. But the contract has been signed for the devil to gain The soul from your body, the remnant of your life. Leave now without performing another twist of the knife." And with this the man plummeted to his destination, An eternity in Hell as his full restoration.
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Post by kev on May 3, 2006 17:17:24 GMT -5
Thank You charon I likey, thanks all I hereby dub my newest fruit of boredom,
The Fallen
i may have more coming i feel poetic....
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Post by ienzo6 on May 16, 2006 20:42:26 GMT -5
I didn't make this, but I want to post it.
Go ahead, hate me. Feel free to despise me, yearn to hurt me, hunger for my pain and anguish, but don*t hate me because I look different. Don*t hate me because my skin is brown or tan or golden or beige. Don*t hate me because my eyes are large or slanted or small or green. Don*t hate me because I don*t speak like you do, or because my vowels are long or clipped or because I cannot say my L*s or because I roll my R*s. Don*t hate me because of my education or lack thereof; or because my grammar is poor or because I get better grades than you do or because I offered to help you. (*You are so condescending!* you told me once.) Don*t hate me because I came from another country or city or street. Don*t hate me because I like guys or girls or both or none. Don*t hate me because my culture is different from yours, because I practice a different religion, or because of my sacred creatures and symbols, or because the sexes are treated differently where I come from, (no matter how unfair you think it is) or because I have a different holy day. Don*t hate me because I have a job and you don*t or because you were fired and I wasn*t (I did not take the job from you, I earned it!) Don*t hate me because I am tall, skinny, fat, short, male, female, pretty, ugly, athletic, clumsy, rich, or poor. Don*t hate me because someone who looked like me (did they really look like me?) hurt your friend, lover, mother, brother, sister, father, aunt, uncle, daughter, son, grandmother, grandfather, distant ancestor, pet, or person-who-looked-like-you (did they really look like you?). If you absolutely must hate me, (if you*ve gotten this far, you must be very determined to find some reason) hate me for myself, not for these useless external trappings. Hate me because I talk too much or because I am pedantic (which means that I show off my intelligence) or because I was mean to you in the fifth grade (or was it yesterday?) or because you think I hate you (I don*t, you know). Go ahead and hate me, if that makes you feel free, if it makes you happy, if it brings you peace. Hate me, hate me, hate me.
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Post by Jade Estaci on May 16, 2006 22:11:27 GMT -5
That's awesome. I love it.
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Post by ienzo6 on May 17, 2006 21:42:58 GMT -5
'Cause I didn't write it. Like I said, I just wanted to share it 'cause I though it was good.
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Post by riley on May 19, 2006 22:21:30 GMT -5
THE FOLLOWING PIECES BELONG TO ME, TAKE THEM AND YOU DIE. I dance to the beat of my own drum Won't follow the voice of anyone but me I can't surrender my individuality Cuz I won't --------------------------- You push me sideways, upside down Like I'm living in the fastlane You pull me backwards and all around So when I come back down I can't find my way -------------------- I know the ending to this story I've played it out so many times You never told me that you loved me And if you never looked back I'd be just fine I'm floating away from reality high off the feeling that your giving me i'm not falling in love; i'm not alright Let's bottle this moment up Get drunk on it tonight ---------------------- And you make my heart stop So I can't breathe I don't know what it is Something like this that make me loose sanity cuz you don't even look at me ----------------------- I'm not perfect My lies are weak My eyes can tell the entire story It's easy to see Why you denied me i have no effect i'm not even picture perfect ------------------------ Stardust and fairytales remind me of a time when things were easy, yeah yeah Toy cars and dress up got traded in for dating and make up on the weekends When did we mature and things like tv and reading didn't seem to matter? Did we all grow up And loose ourselves along the way Could we be frozen in time for just a day Cuz we're flying through our lives before we even notice Could we slow down, oh, just a little bit Eh, just. If you can't tell, I write all the time. These are more lyrics than poetry, but lyrics are poetry in a way. *sigh*
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Post by ienzo6 on May 19, 2006 22:25:46 GMT -5
I won't take them, but I might borrow a couple... ;D Very good! I applaud your lyrics/poetry.
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