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Apr 1, 2005 22:47:57 GMT -5
Post by hawksgirl19 on Apr 1, 2005 22:47:57 GMT -5
Ok, so I thought maybe we could start a thread in here about poems people have written. You either put up a poem you have written (some people are sensitive & feel their poems are very personal) or you can post your fave poem written by someone else (just make sure to give them the credit, otherwise, it's PLAGERISM & that is BAD!!!).
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Apr 3, 2005 14:49:18 GMT -5
Post by hawksgirl19 on Apr 3, 2005 14:49:18 GMT -5
This is a poem I wrote after Hawk1's & my first kiss. Ironically enough, I wrote this as if that were my 1st kiss ever. Sorry it took so long to post: I lacked access to the poem when I started the thread.The First Kiss
The nervousness grows between you both An erratic train of thoughts allowing your mind To sucumb to your every whim. The motion to touch another's lips, So unexpected, yet so anticipated. The courage one must gather to perform such a task, Bewilderment encompassing the mind & heart, Anxiety heightens into an entirely new level, Imposing the question, "Should I or should I not?"
Eventually, your gallantry wins, And you follow through on your most wanted desire. This blissful moment steers your thoughts for what seems an eternity, But it is just that, a moment of pure ecstasy.
Butterflies cloud your stomach Your body trembles, but not from the cold. Warmth radiates from within Provoking an outpour of passion, Escaping from your lips.
Inevitably, the moment comes to an end, The time to part ways is realized. Neither wanting to let the other go, Awakening to the idea of another instant reoccurring, Pull each into solitude And finally part ways.
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Apr 3, 2005 19:11:15 GMT -5
Post by Suigin on Apr 3, 2005 19:11:15 GMT -5
Odd, Yet Interesting.... HUh. I'll post some of mine as soon as I find them.
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Jun 15, 2005 1:00:03 GMT -5
Post by hawksgirl19 on Jun 15, 2005 1:00:03 GMT -5
So I found two of my other poems. Enjoy!
The Gift
One day while walking down a lonely street, I saw something so beautiful, it's indescribable! The best thing that could happen to anyone, A gift from God above, yet delivered by fate.
Something so precious and full of wonders, Questions arose, but none were answered, On how this beautiful feeling came over me, Or how I should keep it everlasting.
Now that it's been around for a while, I know nothing will let me let it go. To have this feeling, so unexplained, Is a wonder on how I came to deserve it.
A precious gift as this should be shared with others, And in my case, it is. Of course not with friends or family, But with the one that gave it to me.
Instead of walking down that road alone, I now walk with the one I love, The one I hold so close and dear to me, Who was the gift from God, delivered by fate.How I wish I could change who that was written to, when the REAL gift from God has finally be handed to me. Worthwhile
Being in your arms, Makes me feel so safe and warm, Kissing your lips in a brisk fall bliss, Enjoying the passion I desire most. Your body held next to mine, The warmth of love radiating within, Any jokes you make brighten my day, Along with that wonderful smile, That greets me whenever we meet. Sleeping in your arms and awaking to find you there beside me, holding me, Gives me a more vivid, dream-like reality, Of what I wish could happen every morning, For the rest of my life. You being in my heart, A most wonderful feeling inside of me, Yearning for you to be with me right now, To be here kissing me, comforting me, Makes everytime we are together, And everything we've shared, so very much worthwhile.If I remember correctly, this one was written for the same guy.
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Jun 15, 2005 14:47:38 GMT -5
Post by yatenkou on Jun 15, 2005 14:47:38 GMT -5
Here's a rather morbid one of mine: Stephen's PoemSorry If i'm not talking much, Or i don't have much to say. Another day has come and gone, and i have lost my way The rain is beating on my window, The wind, I thought I knew. The starlight went behind the clouds, A clouded, fogless view. The many trees, and thorns full of seeping, hurtful bile. Beckon to me, "Please Come and stay a while." Full of anger, full of pain, I this is what I say, "Yes I will. You think you could, Help me find my way?" And so I sat, for days and days, With that accursed shrubbery, As they feasted on my blood, And took my soul from me. And so I am here now, And upon this mud I lay, As the rain hits my souless eyes, Because I've lost my way. And another: When Moonlight FallsWhen moonlight falls upon the snow, Dreams of innocence, dreams of love, Are seen upon each glittering flake. The stars see what only I know, The hateful love, the living death, That abides within my soul. The moon and stars, the two eyes that see, Each dead and living dream of times unknown, They hear my earnest prayers. The face behind the mask, The purity behind the evil thoughtless world. Dreams unfolding, dreams unknown, The crimson blush of twilight over the snow, Are what the eyes of Heaven know. When faraway thoughts, turn to faraway dreams, That are closer then what you know. So when moonlight falls upon the snow, Dreams of innocence, dreams of love, Are seen within your soul. - And again: RoadsThe road no longer crosses towards The endless horizon, because no end Means there is no beginning And yet no beginning means There is no trees And nothing to set our feet on There is nothing to breathe and There is nothing to see and There is nothing worth beginning or ending for that matter And this one is my favorite Ode To a RukaSoft Like Clouds that are always beyond my reach Sweet Like Candy I will never taste Your Cheek Fits the palm of my hand perfectly You Are So Beautiful And You Don't know it Because You Are my... cat? hehe
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Jun 15, 2005 23:36:43 GMT -5
Post by Sailor Mercury on Jun 15, 2005 23:36:43 GMT -5
Heh great stuff there... I'd post some of mine but they're kinda old and out of context to how I feel now, LOL... They're also depressing
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Jun 16, 2005 10:04:57 GMT -5
Post by Kabal on Jun 16, 2005 10:04:57 GMT -5
Of course this poem is dedicated to the one I love, and I enjoyed giving it to her...
Heart so bright in world so dark, Thought myself blind, as light so absent, struck mine eyes again with life,
Though world so cold, you make it warm. So many curses, I thought myself deaf, to hear your sweet words clears the doubts. To see you smile, it warms the heart, that never knew true warmth till now.
Given me joy, and inspiration divine. Oh, Dear Lilly, my heart is thine.
Keep my heart close to yours, it wants not a single thing more. To be the one to make you happy, Truly that would give me the joys of joys. My Spirit wishes to accompany you, To wish you well, to guide you through, any obstacle you might surmise.
Lilly, oh Lilly, there is no one more... That I could ever adore, near as much as you inspire, Lost for so long, Now I'm found, purpose and life have meaning, Might I be the one who has, the supreme priviledge, the Honor, to be allowed to say... "I Love You."
And this one is based off of the pain of cigarette addiction that I am feeling as of this moment...
Fire, ice, pain, strife... Light the fire, Smoke that numbs, pain of horror, strife intense, I'm falling, and can't pick myself up... A thousand voices tell me to pick up the substance that has been killing me for ten years... I want to stop but it forces my hand. My lungs they burn when it is gone... My heart just wants to stop without it. Skin crawls with revulsion of the absence, the only vice I have... My Mind screams for the poison to kill all the pain, though outmatched, and outclassed, somehow I must win... but how?
I look to my future, see it growing shorter, ironic that for the first time I want to live.
Withdrawal sets in, almost like shock, teeth chatter, and lungs draw heavy breath... I spent ten years in deaths embrace, and I must break free.
God in heaven, give me strength, to fight this power that threatens to consume me.
With pain so terrifying, I try to stand, only to be knocked into the ground again...
But I must succeed... even though every cell in me is screaming, heart seething and body burning, I must be with her for as long as I can, and nothing will shorten my life again.
Thank you, please tell me what you think.
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Jul 30, 2005 18:58:09 GMT -5
Post by Tom Lincoln on Jul 30, 2005 18:58:09 GMT -5
"Yo Yo, Im a true baller, ballin to tha day I die, Ill never get in a relationship, Ill rather take a bullet in the heart then get married, I just like 1 niters, forgot that, 10 minutes then leave a girl, It will take more than 50 mill to change my ways, Cause Im a true baller"
Its by my friend DJ Wakka.
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Dec 2, 2005 19:50:05 GMT -5
Post by Eternal Moon Sailor on Dec 2, 2005 19:50:05 GMT -5
Kabal, you are talented!! THose are really good!!
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Dec 3, 2005 22:38:41 GMT -5
Post by Kabal on Dec 3, 2005 22:38:41 GMT -5
I thank you for your kind compliments ^___^ it is not often I recieve so many in such a short span of time ^__^
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Feb 24, 2006 18:14:19 GMT -5
Post by Creshosk on Feb 24, 2006 18:14:19 GMT -5
I love this poem that Lieutenant Commader Data (Actually it was one of the writers on Star Trek, duh.) came up with. Felis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature, an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature. Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations, a singular development of cat communications that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents; you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance. And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion, it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array. And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend, I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
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Feb 25, 2006 15:43:56 GMT -5
Post by gunnercat on Feb 25, 2006 15:43:56 GMT -5
I'm not very good but here is one of mine
I had a dream last night you were there I miss you, but will we meet again or is it just as we began
Am I alone or can we atone for the mistakes we must have made why else would we be the way we are now
Still I hope we stay the way we were in my dream till I see you again but untill then my heart screams
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Mar 5, 2006 6:44:15 GMT -5
Post by Sailor Mercury on Mar 5, 2006 6:44:15 GMT -5
Here's a lovely depressing one I just wrote, heh! Quietly Reflective(5th March 2006) Am I too deep for other people? I sometimes have to wonder. People I used to be close to, Have drifted so far away, I hardly know them anymore, and they don't know me. Of course a falling out didn’t help, It made things awkward and unsettled. It was a case of everyone at fault, And yet it seems I’m the only one, Who has admitted where I went wrong. So for almost two years I see or hear nothing, Then suddenly it’s as if all has been forgotten. But it’s never so easy, is it, To rebuild something that was so badly shattered, When one side doesn’t seem willing. Or maybe it’s just a matter of convenience, They’ll see me when it’s suitable for them. Or something is arranged but they pull out, Deciding they aren’t able to make it after all. Am I being used? So little contact has been made, And I hate myself for missing it. I haven’t got much in common anymore, With the people I once thought I cared about. Instead my attention veers elsewhere. It’s lonely over here. I’m detached and distant. Depressed and despondent. Isolated and Irritable. Feelings that I thought were gone are now returning. The beautiful strains of music I hear, Lift the pain ever so slightly, As I lose myself in the sound. Thank you Rufus Wainwright. Thank you for your music and your voice. It might seem stupid, or pathetic. Others don’t always understand. I haven’t been through massive trauma, I have a good life, a good job. But when it doesn’t fit… That’s when you suffocate… I just wish my old motivation, To get up and get out, Could come back… And instead of retreating, I take control and do what I have to do. But for some reason it always leaves me, Leaves me questioning why I can’t find that push. That feeling of resolve and final decision, To actually drag myself up from this pit, And get out into the sun and see the world. It’s always easier said than done… Then someone else dumps their problem on you, But when you want to tell them yours they don’t stick around. They drain you emotionally until you can’t think, But they never return the favour… So I’ll just sit here where I feel at my calmest, With my computer, my internet, my Photoshop, my Word. My iPod, Rufus Wainwright, Morrissey and others. The friends I hold the most dearly don’t live close enough, But at least they’re still there for me… There’s always some hope…
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Mar 5, 2006 21:01:40 GMT -5
Post by yumecosmos on Mar 5, 2006 21:01:40 GMT -5
Ooh! Yume wants to try. Well, I am not very good at poetry. In fact, I have been told that my poetry is a mockery of the English language. So I decided to drop the pretense and present the mockery for what it really is. So, without further ado... A Mockery of the English Language by Yume -------- Okay, so I am writing a poem oops, you are not supposed to start a poem with okay there are some words that are good to start a poem with so... "Ambivalence" Now there Is a good Start. And then throw in a few blue-flavored nonsensical beach words raddish monkey Or using the wrong verb tenses and/or prepositions over my sentences and everyone will go "wow, what does it MEAN!?" Hmm... "and/or" is not a very poetic word though... Instead I think I will just say "monkey" again And When All Else Fails I can play With the f ormatting aNd CaPItaLiSatIOn And inserting line breaks at Com pletelyirrational places maybe even right align a Couple of Them.... FishcaKe.(On second thought, fishcake is also not very poetic) So in Other Words This is WHY EVERYONE cheese Obsidian HATES (every good Poem has The word obsidian) PoeTrY Yume is not good at being serious
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Mar 8, 2006 13:11:23 GMT -5
Post by Creshosk on Mar 8, 2006 13:11:23 GMT -5
Le mie figlie sono molto amavano. Anche se non sono reali. Desidero che erano. Non deve essere. Lo rende triste. Anche se sono reali a me. Vivono soltanto nel mio cuore. Per le mie figlie sono molto amava.
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Le mie figlie sono molto amavano. Anche se non sono reali. Desidero che erano. Non deve essere. Lo rende triste. Anche se sono reali a me. Vivono soltanto nel mio cuore. Per le mie figlie sono molto amava.
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