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Poetry
Mar 13, 2008 3:29:57 GMT
Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Mar 13, 2008 3:29:57 GMT
This is just something I wrote, on a whim. No planning or brainstorming, just writing.
Life
Betrayal, hurt, darkness
What is life?
What are we in life?
Live, strive, try
Words we hear each day
Words we go by
Light in ever darkness
Lead us on
But what is life?
Why do we live?
Hope, Joy, See
Do you see the light?
The hope, the joy?
Lost, pain, death
Is that life?
What is life?
What is purpose?
There is nothing
Nothing but betrayal
We stand in darkness
Never seeing
Never knowing
Never feeling
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Poetry
Mar 14, 2008 5:13:05 GMT
Post by z.ahre on Mar 14, 2008 5:13:05 GMT
blah! that makes me feel all depressed, but very good!
this is something i did for my latin class, it had to be a poem or story about a tragic romance, much like romeo and juliet. I hope you like it.
The One of Her Dreams
A beautiful maiden,
Her name was Haden,
So proud of her hair,
Her judgement fair.
When it was time for matrimony,
Her father wanted someone with money,
Her mother wanted a kindly man,
But instead away she ran.
Upon a day,
So far away,
She met the one of her dreams.
He had bright fiery hair,
A color so rare,
Eyes as green as the grass,
And he had much class.
It was love at first sight,
Her heart took flight,
As he nibbled her ear,
Her heart fluttered with him so near.
Upon a day,
So far away,
She met the one of her dreams.
But alas, when they came home,
Her father, of sneezes and wheezes, was prone.
Her mother would laugh at the sight of the two,
The cow would always moo.
As the wedding came close,
Her lover wrinkled his nose,
He drank all the milk,
And slept on her silk.
Upon a day,
So far away,
She met the one of her dreams.
Coming down the aisle,
Her face aglow with smile,
She looked at her new man,
But at the sudden sight of a dog, he ran.
When she finally got him back,
Wildly kicking in a sack,
She said, “I love you”,
He said, Mew”.
Upon a day,
So far away,
She met the one of her dreams.
and then this little thing i came up with, not sure how to put it together thoug
Elusive and rare,
A smile we dare.
Sun up, Sun down, we still frown.
and this one after reading tom sawyer sorta
His feet were bare,
His eyes were rare,
the color of a storm
Under the suns ray
He played all day
the tricks he would perform
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Poetry
Mar 15, 2008 5:00:38 GMT
Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Mar 15, 2008 5:00:38 GMT
Yeah I know it's kind of sad. That's the only kind I can seem to write
I like them! Your pretty good.
Here a two more that I write the other day:
The Storm
The wind howls
Light flashes
Thunder roles
Rain pounds down
Darkness comes again
As the thunder dies
Earth is assaulted
From above
Crack!
Light fills the sky
With a roar
Of suppressed rage
Then nothing
Nothing but rain
Pounding ever down
Light is lost
Nothing
Bang!
Darkness is dispelled
In a furry of sound
Again and again
It comes
Warring above us
No care for us below
Rentless waves
Attack us
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Demons
Demons dance and taunt
Never seen in shadows
All ways waiting for you
Just beyond the light
Insane laughter fills
The night with fear
Darkness over comes
We are lost to despair
Never knowing hope
All is ever lost
All is forever dead
Light never found
Warmth never felt
But wait!
There is a light
Pain is dispelled
As the sun rises
Shadows cast down
And demons unmasked
There is hope again
Do you see the light?
Amidst the darkness
Seen coming closer
Is it an illusion?
Are we saved at last?
From the terrors
Of the night
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Poetry
Mar 15, 2008 23:28:09 GMT
Post by z.ahre on Mar 15, 2008 23:28:09 GMT
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Poetry
Mar 16, 2008 20:24:22 GMT
Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Mar 16, 2008 20:24:22 GMT
That nice! And pretty Gypsy Vanner!
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Poetry
Mar 16, 2008 21:22:53 GMT
Post by z.ahre on Mar 16, 2008 21:22:53 GMT
thank you
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