Poems

[Shinoku]

Poetry.. A fools talk or words of eternal wisdom?

Whatever meaning it may have I like to write it and share it with others. I like emptying my mind like this. Anyway before I lose all of your interest with boring talk about my moments of inner peace I'll tell you the purpose of this thread.

Basicly everyone gets to post their thoughts or old thoughts in the form of poëms. Nice ones will be rewarded with rep points ^^. I'll start of with 3 of what I think are my best poëms..

Silver clouds

Light grey
mountains,
lovingly
covered up
with a
pleasant
mist.

The sea
keeps me
tenderly in
its gentle
poor.

Then throws
me towards
the sun.

Dry salt
leaves me
walking over
silver clouds.


Panther

She snook past me
my silky soft,
atlethic panther,
ready to jump me.

However she was on her way
to merge with
the forest.

I even tried falling in front of her
begging on my knees.

In vain...


Calmly along the water……

I stormed the heavens.
Rising to attentionwith extreme judgements.
Did everything, that didn't belong to my character .
Only to become a perfect god,
so I could walk over water.

In a tiny cell,
they calmed me down.

Nowadays I only walk calmly along the water.

[MitsueNeko]

I just came from a semester of poetry in writing class. I didn't really like it at all because I think I really suck. I love yours. They are beautiful. I guess I'll put one of mines. This one I wrote after I had a really bad day.

Path

Life goes by like the flow of rivers
Branching out to many directions
Many possibilities there are
Many futures there are
Which path will you take

Still don't know where to go
Yet you ask me what is my path
You sure you want to know?
Will you understand it?
So be it, I'll tell you my road

I'll tell you my path

My path is dark
My path is light
My path is happy
My path is sad
My path is all

You look at me all confused
Why? Didn't I answer you?
I told you my path
All these limitless possibilites
All these limitless futures

Who are you is what you say
Why do you want to know
I'll tell you anyways
I am whatever you want me to be
I am the one who watch your path

Shaping into what you chose

[ShininShado]

WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO, poetry!! After having said that, here's a few I wrote recently. I enjoy the visualizations poems can offer, like painting a mental image using words when written well. Most of my poems have to do with realizations and life lessons, enjoy. :chinese:

This is called The Grass is Greener, basically just about one's perspective, and making the best out of the situation you're in.

As I was walking one day,
out of the corner of my eye,
a field of uncut winter rye...
as I did search for a way to the other side,
I do feel the need to now confide,
I noticed then what I thought was green,
now looked... less pristine.

Alas...

Now I make sure the side on which I stand...
if only to me...
tis the side with greener land.

--

One you probably have already read on my character, Spirit of Wind, story about listening to your heart and finding the strength within yourself to overcome adversity.

The second wave came now charging,
with him in its ranks,
with the family sword in hand,
he charged into thier flanks,
for a moment he saw the sun...
he saw more... remembering fun...
from the sword so strong the sun did glisten,
and as his heart did start to listen,
the sound of war no longer in his ear,
nor the sound of any fear,
his sword was all he heard,
it struck one down, another and then a third,
as it did, the sword carried with the wind,
alas... the last one standing in the end,
the battle waged and the battle won,
I was standing when it was done,
I looked upon the broken battlfield,
and promised I would never wield,
another weapon until the day,
I bring peace into the fray.

--

This one is called Chain Reaction and goes over the metaphysics of inspiration.

It starts as a spark within my soul,
which in turn doth move my heart,
which in turn doth stir my mind,
which in turn doth motivate my hand,
which in turn doth move this pen...

What started as a blank piece of paper...

Now has words weaved with grace,
and as I slowly pick up the pace,
I notice now, stir no longer doth my mind,
without fail, the words my heart shall find,
my hand moving with the grace of wind,
quickly as it came, so shall it end.
alas...

more slowly now, it doth move... my pen,
more labored the words come then when...

It started as a spark within my soul.

--

This one is called Celestial Sentiment, and was inspired by an old girlfriend, one of my personal favorites.

A dominion of angels came to me,
and the most beautiful stated gently,
they'd lost thier way, then went on to say,
she'd grant me one request,
if I help them find the place they love best.
As I awoke from that dream...
I asked myself: "Was that as it did seem?"
I turned to see my lover's eyes...
that's where I now find heaven's skies,
and the angels twinkled there,
with love and a magical air.
Later that evening on a moondrenched coast,
with the one I cherish most,
we beheld an awesome sight,
in the star pierced night...
my request granted I did see,
the angels rearranged the stars for me,
in the sky three words...
most beautiful when unheard.

--

I liked your poems Shinoku and Mitsue, and thanks for the thread idea! It is my opinion that no poetry sucks as long as it not super negative and puts others down. I've been thinking of one for the Yamamato Family, which I'll post when I'm done. Also working on one that involves a land at war, and how war is born of peace, death born of life, and destruction born from creativity. I ended up hosting a poetry contest in Nexus TK, it was a lot of fun. I entered two poems, won second place, and then won 1st on third entry, haha. After that, the host asked me to take over, I said cool. There were like four judges and me the host, when I started hosting we'd have like maybe 10 entries, I upped the ante and offered more prizes, got more players to participate, and before long, like 25 entries per week. Was really fun. If you want to write poetry, just express your emotions, thoughts or believes with words, start writing and see where it goes. Most poetry is made much better with sort of inspiration though, and you don't have to worry about being bad at it. When I started I thought I sucked, a judge in the contest said I was pretty good, and after a while I believed him, and my skills just developed from there. Post whatever poetry you got, at least one other person that reads these forums can identify with what you write I would bet. Going to work on more in character poems for a while, thanks again Shinoku.

[Shinoku]

This one has a long story about why I wrote it. I don't want to bore you all with it but if you really want to know you can pm me and I'll send you the reason back. I don't really consider it a piece of my poëtry anyway, since I just had to get it out of my system, by writting.

Suffering..

Sometimes the world is too small to say what you feel or think.
My words for you are on my lips, words of hate and sadness.,
The hate for myself, for no apperent reason.
and the uncurtainty that pains my feelings.

Will this stay forever, or will it sail on my time, and die out with me..

It pains me when I think of it; that day, that night, that pain..

Is it all in my head, a figure of my imagination?
Or did you just not notice that part of me died the day you said goodbye..
Should I have fought your decission with arguments ?? Should I have begged you to reconsider?

The ongoing uncertainty doesn't decrease but increases,
The questionmarks stain my mind..

Was my eternal love for you, not good enough?


After that heavy pill a little something less heavy would be apropriate I think ^^ Also something more poëtic (if that's a word ;))

Life is....

I don't really like
english proverbs all that much.

However
"life is like life"
I do like.

I made that line up one day.

Somewhere in an old alley sitting in a café.

Simply to comfort myself.


And one I wrote about a day ago, wich I really like ^^

Without weapons

I played
with
your kind
body.

On the
lines of
sand and
sea.

Totally relaxed
your wrinkles left
your face.

Finally you were
without weapons.

[Kuraku Hideaki]

This is not much of poetry... but what the hey...

"Hallucinations"
By Kuraku

I hide from myself
not knowing where to turn

I am alone in this world
and in the next
and in the past, mabe

I forgot how to love
even though i never knew how
and this, kills me
and this, keeps me alive

But i will overcome these
and learn to live again

And i will pretend nomore

"Daydreaming After Bad"
By Kuraku

The sun rises
It is a bright day

Laughter
Happiness

A cloud
Then another

It darkens
Gets colder

Rain
The rush of people

Sadness in my veins
Emptyness

And then i wake up

[Shinoku]

Poëtry comes from ones heart...well most of the time anyway. So in my opinion, poëtry can't be wrong or right. It just is.

I like those you wrote :) Keep it up :D

[TheSporkedOne]

my poems that i concider decient:

Untitled 1
What is in the light
Of the Burning sun above,
To dazzle the soul.
Dancing like a crazy sprite,
Upon the icey world...

Family
Family is what you make of it,
It has its ups and downs,
It has its smiles and its frowns,
But with out them where would you be?
Sleeping in a gutter, which to some is free,
But I'd rather take the bad, than sleep in a tree.
In the end though, family is all you have,
And when all is said and done,
All you have for them is love.

Untitled 2
The day was cold, like
Being buried in the snow,
An embrace of angst.

Untitled 3
Runnin around free,
As the wind blows my hair,
I fall and get hurt.
Crashing like the wind on sails,
This freedom comes to it's end.

Random
I do not know many a rhyme,
For which I can pass the time.
I do no know many a verse,
That would not make you curse.
This poem is a waste of energy,
To which will spawn mass lethargy.
This poem is of useless fluff,
To which should recieve a nice quick snuff.
But this ship is not quite yet sunk,
For which still pumps a little funk.
I'd hate to see the morning rise,
While still pondering the daily lies.
This poem which you are reading,
Has little, if that, in meaning,
As the lines are fast receeding,
Down and round the bend,
Now it is at end.

I have one other that I would wish to share, only i dont know what i did with it. It was for my girl friend so I'm assuming she has it. I'll try and get it later.

[moses]

Untitled
Speak not my rival
Let our swords speak for us
As words never could

[ShininShado]

Seeing that last one Moses, inspired me to write a few and really opened my eyes to how simple haiku should be, or maybe re-opened them.

Painting picture,
no brush to use,
just words and mind.

Tapestry faded,
color still there,
clings to wall.

This day,
tommorow brings,
yesterday.

Mind's eye,
no longer blind,
sees darkness.

Regret grasping,
with unyielding hold,
I succumb.

Silent echo,
my heart hears,
your kind words.

Forgotten past,
lives yet today,
or tommorow.

Sadness creeping in,
I see it coming,
embrace it so.

Forgotten friend,
must reaquaint,
I missed me so.

A good heart,
the world so big,
no decision made.

Therapy to write,
letters in groups,
words or freedom?

[Kuraku Hideaki]

i like shins ones. buaha.

[ShininShado]

Thanks. I totally forgot I knew how to write them until I read Moses' poem, haha. Yours pretty good too, and others on thread.


Moment passing,
try to grasp,
is in past.

Words from him,
always true,
but also wrong.

Archer release,
arrow takes flight,
it does not care.

Bright star,
darkest night,
faintest light.

Crown of jewels,
made for you,
does not fit.

War for coins,
peace is waged,
death not cheap.

[moses]

lol shinin when i first saw them i thought maybe you had writen em in japanese characters and translated em to make them have the right amount of sylables.

[ShininShado]

Thanks for writing the one up there, it really was good and reminded how simple Japanese poetry should be. If you read my first posts those are ok poems, but they're bulky and wordy when not needed. I prefer the simpler ones anyday. I think the reason I like them better is you are invited to use your mind's eye more to create the mental image they create.

Blade of steel,
armor leather,
heart of lion.

Field bloodsoaked,
broken weapons,
spirit strong.

Blossom falls,
from branch,
never again.

Stream babbles,
governor babbles,
their course is set.

Music to soul,
owls and fox,
play their koto.

Chances taken,
debt repaid,
all at once.

Deceptive it is,
crystal clear,
yet blurred.

[ShininShado]

Flowers fresh,
then petals fall,
still beautiful.

Life fleeting,
death approaching,
take it slow.

White heart,
ever strong,
nobility lives forever.

Single drop,
seems like nothing,
wears down mountains.

Strength of body,
weakness of mind,
feed the soul.

[Abc]

This is a poem I made up years ago and it just came to mind.

Unititled:


Prince of Darkness
Kind or Death
Slayer of Cities
Thief of Breath

Bringer of Sorrow
Brother of Pain
There is no Tomorrow
Through its Stain

Liege of the Hunter
A Warriors Lord
The Everlasting
Mighty Sword



I'll get some of my better ones later.

Shira

[ShininShado]

Fair swordfight,
six foot,
fall from grace.

Two sided,
every dispute,
only one truth.

True love,
never dies,
but maybe fades.

Open hand can grasp,
closed hand cannot,
now open your mind.

[Trin]

Here's some poetry I wrote some time ago. Hope you all enjoy.

The flash of Infinite Crises
-------------------------
Jane can see the wounds on the back
of crying mothers waiting for life.
Their tears turn to fireflies,
and lift from the ground to the sky.

Jane spreads her wings and looks above,
waiting for a sign from father's lips.
The heavens part and light springs forth
eternal and bathing the scorched earth below.

Jane opens her mouth to scream,
but only birds fly forth from their new home.
Mothers and sons alike look to the sky and sing,
for their pain is but a pin prick.

Jane lies alone in the hollow tree trunk,
the hands of time caressing and warming her.
Fathers have returned and the heavens closed,
two become one in the infinite cycle.


(The next one was written shortly after my friend Tom Turner committed suicide. This is an ode to him.)


An Ode To Tom
---------------
A man whose shoes had wheels
and whose hands were a musician's
cloudy dream of instant success.

You were a bright spot in the cloudy
uncertainty, as we all felt around
blindly for each other's weathered hands.

Your hands which once were full of precious
glistening fruit, now lined with rotten
prizes from an orchard long withered.

Your action a solution to you,
was a permanent imprint on our minds
and lives. We mourn.

"Don't leave," I scream in my sleep,
but you only smile and look back at me
as you slide away from my grasp.

Job, thy God and thy Satan have lost
one of their most precious subjects
to an act so senseless.

Trees where such fruit and life once hung
and sweated, now weep next to you,
falling to the ground in agony.

God Bless, Tom. May you find peace
wherever you now walk. Our tears are temporary,
but our memories are forever.

[connick]

Haiku is:
Five syllables
Seven syllables
Five Syllables
While your prose is nice Shin, I don't think any of them are actually in haiku. :P

I'll write a poem on the spot for you guys...

---
With open eyes he stares ahead, into the sky above,
And openly his heart does weep for everyone he's loved.

The beaded sweat, upon his brow, rolls back into his hair,
A fading portrait of a man no artist could repair.

Could he but clutch the messenger of lead within his chest,
He might forego these agonies and put his soul to rest.

So with his hand he blindly grasps to staunch the bloody source,
His lifeblood, bursting from his veins, runs rampant from its' course.

He digs into his open flesh and tears his skin aside,
As would a lion wildly rend his prey and flay its' hide.

Now pulling back his skin and muscle reaching to the bone,
He slowly feeling for a heart does find his very own.

It pulses weakly in his hand, then everything was black.
For gods do not exist and there was nothing after that.
---

Title it what you will :)

[Kiros]

Connick..that was pretty good, but i question you doing that out of the blue, but who knows, art is something that can happen at any givin moment, who knows when insiration will stick next.. I mean half the stuff i write or draw i never give any thought to it before hand, i think i ruins the overall experience of it.
(ive noticed all my posts are turning into giant run-on sentances...)

[Abc]

Here's another one I found in my writings. I know its a little corny but, hey, thats okay around here.


The Warrior

A warrior's story, so long ago
He fights with honor, defeats the foe
For glory, yes, but more I see
He fights for love, and to be free

He works so hard to learn his skills
Through countless tests and countless drills
To be the best that he can be
Yet few will know and fewer see
his inner doubts and insecurity.

Those things remembered are in the past,
those times he tried and came in last
Yet heart in hand, he gives his all
He knows he could lose, he knows he could fall.

Yet, on into battle with weapon in hand
He knows he must vanquish, He must take a stand.
So fight on he will, with help from above
Cause he does it for Honer, Glory, and Love.


Shira

[connick]

I read the thread and just made it up :) I could do another if you'd like.

---
Brazen eyes and close-cropped hair,
Adorn his agless face.
He reaches out to Mars and stares,
Across the void of space.
Collapsing to his mother Earth,
This worldly vessel dead,
Yet promptly does he gain rebirth,
Upon a planet red.
A stranger in a foreign land,
A trespasser on Mars,
Whose denizens don't understand,
This pilgrim from the stars.
Virginia blood within his veins,
His body full of life,
Not knowing of the death and pain,
Of endless Martian strife.
How he did fare while on this planet I can write no more,
For countless are this hero's tales upon the God of War.
---

This is inspired by the John Carter of Mars series by Edgar Rice Burroughs. The first book is A Princess of Mars and I strongly suggest that everyone here reads it. If you like it, there are a whole bunch more books in the series. Excellent action adventure stories with great characters and amazing feats!

[ShininShado]

Haiku is:
Five syllables
Seven syllables
Five Syllables
While your prose is nice Shin, I don't think any of them are actually in haiku.

"Traditional Japanese haiku had a total of seventeen syllables divided into three clumps (or lines):

five syllables
seven syllables
five syllables

Some teachers think children should be taught to write haiku that conform to these rigid specifications. I disagree. The essence of haiku is the way it describes natural phenomena in the fewest number of words, making an indelible impression on the reader. The artistic effect, to me, is much more important than the number of syllables." http://www.gigglepoetry.com/poetryclass/Haiku.html

"Hokku is quite simply the art of putting these seasonal sensory experiences into as few words as are necessary to clearly convey the experience without either confusing the reader with too few words or obscuring the experience with too many." http://hokku0.tripod.com/introduction_to_hokku.htm

"Hokku is a brief, unrhymed verse of three short lines that enables the reader to become one with a thing or event. It is not poetry as conventionally understood, because poetry usually means “dressing” up a thing or event with metaphor or simile, symbol or rhyme, or with cleverness or commentary—what we in hokku call the “coloring of the imagination.” Hokku, however, is just the thing/event in itself, plain and unadorned:" http://paperfrog.com/blog/archives/000380.php

Hokku=haiku=poetry that invokes thought or feelings about a subject with as little words as possible. :fing02:

------


Way too constricting,
really no freedom to use,
the mind's paint you feel.

Only syllables,
traditional format fits,
much like penned wind.

Verses made of words,
and these words comprised of letters,
artisan of the heart.


I Used To Run


They used to haunt me day and night,
an endless struggle, a winless fight,
run from them without a thought,
they would win no battle fought.
Until one day, I opened my eyes,
and it was then I did realize,
what I was running from was nothing at all,
almost non-existant... rather small,
now I chase them, taking thier power,
when younger they'd make me cower...
I've vanquished every one...
alas, no longer shall I run.

A shadow on the wall of uncertainity and doubt...
something I can happily live without.

---

Don't Judge a Book...

There are those that seem to me,
that judge things as they first see,
seeing the world through spectacles of hate,
perhaps make a friend... if they could wait,
something in common they would find,
if they would simply open thier mind,
perhaps learn from those they despise,
if those glasses did not blur thier eyes,

but alas day in, day out...

children are taught to dislike another,
brother trained to hate brother,
for what? Relegion, the color of one's skin,
hate... a game in which no one doth win,
to judge the merit of a book,
from a simple glance, a passing look...
hate begits hate... which in turn doth breed,
ignorance, contempt, anger and greed.

Used to run is when I tried to figure out the metaphysical side of fear, and the other is about prejudice and pre-judging someone.

[connick]

:) Like the various forms of the Sonnet, there are a multiplicity of formats derived from Haiku such as Tanka. I find that in keeping with the proper form you create true Haiku rather than simple free-verse (though not to demerit free-verse by any means). That being said, only the first of your revised haiku fits the 5/7/5 format :)

Distant bright white orb,
Suspended from the night sky,
Waxing and waning.

Silent, smooth and calm,
Reflecting starlight above,
A fluid mirror.

Tiny stripéd beasts,
Who dwell in underground homes,
Fill their cheeks with nuts.

[ShininShado]

Right, thanks for pointing out that haiku can be whatever you make of it.

Creativity tough,
destruction easy,
born of the same.

Light exists,
darkness' sister,
different father.

[Abc]

I know this may seem a little long...but who would cut out any of this genius?


A Modern Man



I'm a modern man,
digital and smoke-free;
a man for the millennium.

A diversified, multi-cultural,
post-modern deconstructionist;
politically, anatomically and ecologically incorrect.

I've been uplinked and downloaded,
I've been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside to downsizing,
I know the downside of upgrading.

I'm a high-tech low-life.
A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art,
bi-coastal multi-tasker,
and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I'm new-wave, but I'm old-school;
and my inner child is outward-bound.

I'm a hot-wired, heat-seeking,
warm-hearted cool customer;
voice-activated and bio-degradable.

I interface with my database;
my database is in cyberspace;
so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive,
and from time to time I'm radioactive.

Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve,
ridin' the wave, dodgin' the bullet,
pushin' the envelope.

I'm on point, on task, on message,
and off drugs.

I'm in the moment, on the edge,
over the top, but under the radar.

A high-concept, low profile,
medium-range ballistic missionary.

A street-wise smart bomb.
A top-gun bottom-feeder.

I wear power ties, I tell power lies,
I take power naps, I run victory laps.

I'm a totally ongoing, big foot, slam-dunk
rainmaker with a pro-active outreach.

A raging workaholic, a working rageaholic;
out of rehab and in denial.

I've got a personal trainer,
a personal shopper,
a personal assistant,
and a personal agenda.

You can't shut me up;
you can't dumb me down.

'Cause I'm tireless, and I'm wireless,
I'm an alpha-male on beta-blockers.

I'm a non-believer,
I'm an over-achiever;
Laid-back and fashion-forward.
Up-front, down-home;
low-rent, high-maintenance.

I'm a super-sized, long lasting,
high-definition, fast-acting,
oven-ready and built to last.

A hands-on footloose, knee-jerk head case,
and I'm prematurely post-traumatic.

But I'm feeling, I'm caring,
I'm healing, I'm sharing.
A supportive, bonding, nurturing
primary-care giver.

My output is down, but my income is up.
I take a short position on the long bond,
and my revenue stream has its own cash flow.

I read junk mail, I eat junk food,
I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports.

I bought a microwave at a mini-mall.
I bought a mini-van at a mega-store.
I eat fast food in the slow lane.

I'm toll free, bite-size, ready-to-wear,
and I come in all sizes.

A fully equipped, factory-authorized,
hospital-tested, clinically proven,
scientifically formulated medical miracle.

I've been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated,
pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged,
post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped
and vacuum-packed.

And...I have unlimited broadband capacity.

I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal.
Lean and mean.
Cocked, locked, and ready to rock;
rough, tough, and hard to bluff.

I take it slow, I go with the flow;
I ride with the tide, I've got glide in my stride.

Drivin' and movin', sailin' and spinnin';
jivin' and groovin', wailin' and winnin'.

I don't snooze, so I don't lose.
I keep the pedal to the metal
and the rubber to the road.
I party hearty, and lunchtime is crunch time.

I'm hangin' in, there ain't no doubt;
and I'm hangin tough.
Over and out.



Shira

[ForlornHope]

ForlornHope: I guess I can only hope to try and match at least half of all your talents...I'm aware that mine aren't all that great...Oh by the way..is there a thread where one could post up original works like stories?

-Mindlessly thinking,
Waiting as the world goes by,
Silent observer.


Realm of Truth

Gaze heavenwards to the Pinnacle,
But reach no further.
Look back down to the Realm of Wavering Truths,
And remember the young charge that waits at the foot,
Who vainly waits for the young sage to descend.
Hands are clasped, and gentle eyes are closed,

The young charge only queries:
‘All that which we have known have shifted and all forms of truth are lost, what are we to do now when we cannot reveal the outside from the inside?’

The young sage continues his ascent, but replies:
‘Truth is both false and real, and to know that it is infinite is to stand within the ambiguity of grey. But perspective changes and one ceases to be able to separate the real from the fake, and the dark from the light.’

The young charge remains silent, knowing that she was only there to observe.
The young sage climbs ever higher,
The Pinnacle ever towering above the two.
The Realm of Wavering Truths awaits,
And the Infinite Knowledge strains away.

Yet still the young sage continues on,
Never reaching the Pinnacle and,
Forgetting of his young charge that waits,
Patiently for him to realize his folly,
And return to her, waiting.

Pride and Adamancy.
The young sage only carries these two burdens,
And ultimately fails to see.
At the foot of the Pinnacle of the young sage’s creation,
The young charge remains there to wait and see.

But alas as all have decreed,
The young sage has gone too far to reach,
And now must pay his price,
For daring to climb so high beyond his charge.

The young sage now belatedly sees,
That he had never needed to climb the Pinnacle,
For he was already there when the young charge was with him.
Ah, but you are too late young sage.

Waiting at the foot of the Pinnacle,
There is no young charge to greet him.
Another love that required her attention,
Had claimed the young charge as his own.

The Realm of Wavering Truths,
Have bid their goodbyes to the young charge.
The Journey of New Truths now awaits her,
Erasing all that she knew of the young sage.
Whilst the young sage could only stay,
Remembering his folly and stubbornness.

The Pinnacle still remains steadfastly,
Offering no solace but a reminder:
‘What is the use of searching for Truth, when your own goals corrupt it?’
A single lesson the young sage carries,
As he wanders about to show the young charge,
He remembers the Realm of Wavering Truths and the Wisdom bestowed upon him.
(Ok..so maybe this is pretty bad, but you can't blame me for trying to mimic a bard or mistrel...:sighs: it's times like this when I truly act like my sixteen years...)

[Yukie]

once upon a midnight dreary, while i pron surfed, weak and weary, over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'. While i clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with ourning, mourning for my dear amour, " 'Tis not possible!", i muttered, " give me back my free hardcore!"..... quoth the server, 404.

[Shinoku]

*Thread revived*

I crave new poetry!

[uzshka]

ive got one thing to say about this thread... gosh

[MattyQ]

If you're interested in mah poetry, feel free to check it out at http://mattyq.deviantart.com or http://www.spoiledink.com/mattyq - I try to update regularly. Recently got poked by a magazine to have some of my work published in their first production, so we'll see what happens with that. Ummmmm. That's it!

Oh, and don't use a ë when writing poem, unless you're looking to pronounce it as: "poe-yim"

[Abc]

Just Imagine What I Could Be

Sitting in my room, I stare at the floor
Thinking wondrous things, I’ve never thought before

Lost in my conscious, I swim through my mind
Removing my conscious, leaving my body behind

I pretend I’m a sailor, moving near and far
I pretend I’m a athlete, always raising the bar

I dream I’m a villain, concocting brilliant schemes
I dream I’m a hero, invincible I would seem

I imagine I’m a astronaut, exploring new space
I imagine I’m a racer, winning every race

I escape my reality, my reprieve from hell
I can’t escape my true reality, my cramped prison cell

Shira