Joined: Jul 2003 Gender: Female Posts: 135 Location: Orli Land
Poetry. « Thread Started on Jul 24, 2003, 7:49pm »
Do you like to read poerty? What's your favorite poem? Do you like to write poety and if so do you have one you would like to share? Post all things poetry in this thread.
Joined: Jul 2003 Gender: Female Posts: 135 Location: Orli Land
Re: Poetry. « Reply #1 on Jul 31, 2003, 6:27pm »
Seeing as how no one is replying I will post a poem I wrote. It's short and not all that good.
Trust
It's as delicate and fragile as a piece of glass. If you drop a piece of glass it's gone forever. If you tell somebody a secret that was entrusted in you that trust shatters and is gone forever. If somebody trust you that is very specail. You should never do anything to ruin that trust.
This won't take much time, We won't touch, we'll wait for the signs, And nothing was further from my mind, Than this moment with you, But if you'd only told me baby, I would have made some other plans, If I'd only seen it sooner, But a way with your hands you had, I wanted that moment with you!
Joined: Jul 2003 Gender: Male Posts: 90 Location: Ireland
Re: Poetry. « Reply #3 on Aug 14, 2003, 4:20pm »
Sounds like something from a teeny bopper boy band beutiful
Anywho
I rise form my bed at 6 in the morning Turn on my light, ouchy ouchy Toblerone of switzerland, i used to beat nahog with my closed hand hes all better now, i just verbaly abuse him buts its ok he finds it amusing (right?)
Chorus R R R to the N N N i dont know why i did it i wanted something to rhym with Jen Im drinking come Lilt totaly tropical taste, i through a big bag of chips in the bin what a waste
I could go on and on but im not going to ...suma... duma... duden.... dee doo
Joined: Jul 2003 Gender: Male Posts: 90 Location: Ireland
Re: Poetry. « Reply #6 on Aug 14, 2003, 4:42pm »
Loads of things ryhm with blue , dadum dee dadum deye If i let ye finish this peom, woudl you? roses are red, whos gives a feck, the last line they notice is violets are.... iv said that word before so i wont say it again isnt it wierd how i have started a new poem.... jen... im not in to mood to by writing poetry id rather use my imagination and type a 4 page story about how my second cousins father..... typists block..
I'm bored, none of you f(_)ckers are online, I was slightly depressed when I written this:
I'm looking at the blade, I wonder if it sees me, The real me though, the one hidden behind the depression, I wonder that if it knew me, would it still hack at my skin, over and over again,
I wonder if the scars will fade, and leave remembrance to the past, And the stars will come down and remember me again, And shine like they use to, And the eyes will smile at me, like they did, oh how they did,
But now only blood smiles at me, And it isn't a friendly smile, not like the eyes, The blood isn't friendly, not like the eyes, The blood smiles at me, and the smiles bring pain, and pain covers pain, and pain takes over,
The blade looks at me with no remorse, Its cold eyes looking for new blood, searching for old scars, old memories, old problems,
Old memories are bad memories, but not like the memories of the stars, Not like the memories of being embraced by the sun, or being embraced by the eyes.
I loved the eyes, the eyes smiled.
The smile lead to happiness, a feeling lost in the ocean of my mind, drowning in the sea of lost dreams, surrounde by other memories I sorely miss, Being drowned out by the screams of bad memories, brought back with remembrance, with the scars.
The stars don't shine for me any more, they don't see me, I'm gone. The eyes don't smile at me any more, They look straight through me, They don't see me, I'm gone,