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I am the Master of Poetry. Come all questions of Poetry!
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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm a schizophrenic,
and so am I!
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Why don't I have a non-stop-flowing-inspiration...?
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You are totally fine with being homoseksual, aren't you?
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(I just can't let this chance slip out of my hands)
You are totally fine with bad spelling, aren't you?
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if you're the master of poetry, then I'm your god ffs!
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On the cold days,
People are always on their way.
Following footsteps that have been lain
There for them to follow with no pain,
But for me, the steps I take
Are mine to create,
And this path for me,
Is making me pay,
But this is the path
That is destined to last.
-Austin Grendler
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You are the master of poetry, and you don't even post your own work?
Unless you are Austin Grendler, which I doubt.
Efrandor- Unfortunately, I'm not. Please cut my throat if I misspelled anything.
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I am Austin Jared Grendler.
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I surrender.
This is why I should not be involved with poetry.
(Edited by Mr. Hemmer 4/3/2007 9:58:48 PM)
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Lol. Sorry if I am good at poetry guys. I can't help myself.
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I have more works, but I don't know if you guys deserve to see them.....
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If you do have any poems you like to post, be my guest.
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Every time the sky is blue,
The only thing I want is you.
I remember your face,
And go back to the place,
Under the blue sky I first met you.
-Austin Grendler
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Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday came suddenly
Why she had to go
I don't know she wouldn't say
I said something wrong,
now I long for yesterday
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Mm mm mm mm mm edit: ow wait that were the Beatles ...
(Edited by Duke Sobek 4/4/2007 10:15:18 PM)
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It's not bad Jeffy, I for one would like to see more :)
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Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times, having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing, though they never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breast-plate, which you wear
That th'eyes of busy fools may be stopped there:
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now 'tis your bed time.
Off with that happy busk, whom I envy
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown's going off such beauteous state reveals
As when from flowery meads th'hills shadow steals.
Off with your wiry coronet and show
The hairy diadem which on you doth grow.
Off with those shoes: and then safely tread
In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven's angels used to be
Received by men; thou Angel bring'st with thee
A heaven like Mahomet's Paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
By this these Angels from an evil sprite:
They set out hairs, but these the flesh upright.
License my roving hands, and let them go
Behind before, above, between, below.
Oh my America, my new found land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, mu Empery,
How blessed am I in this discovering thee.
To enter in these bonds is to be free,
Then where my hand is set my seal shall be.
Full nakedness, all joys are due to thee.
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are as Atlanta's balls, cast in men's views,
That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem
His earthly soul may covet theirs not them.
Like pictures, or like books' *beep* coverings made
For laymen, are all women thus arrayed;
Themselves are mystic books, which only we
Whom their imputed grace will dignify
Must see revealed. Then since I may know,
As liberally as to a midwife show
Thyself; cast all, yea this white linen hence.
Here is no penance, much less innocence.
To teach thee, I am naked first: why then
What need'st thou have more covering than a man. ~ John Donne
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Jiga ma niga tsica tsica! llol
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden
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@ Quietone.....love that one...thanks for posting it.
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That's the most beautiful poem I've ever read.
Thank you Quietone for bringing it into my life :)
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It is good. I can write one that's shorter and maybe sweeter than that, MAYBE.
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| Why does the thin grey strand | |
| Floating up from the forgotten | |
| Cigarette between my fingers, | |
| Why does it trouble me? | |
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| Ah, you will understand; |
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| When I carried my mother downstairs, | |
| A few times only, at the beginning | |
| Of her soft-foot malady, | |
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| I should find, for a reprimand | |
| To my gaiety, a few long grey hairs |
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| On the breast of my coat; and one by one | |
| I let them float up the dark chimney. |
~ D.H. Lawrence.
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I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eve of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corspe out leant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evenson
Of Joy illimited;
An aged thrust, frail, gaunt and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
~ Thomas Hardy
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Dunno what happened with the size and why it cut off the end, but oh well. =P
*His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
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woah ... I never saw that side of you swifty ^^
*looks full admiration to swifty*
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Whan that Aprill with his showres soote
the droughte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veine in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flowr;
Whan Zephyrus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye
That sleepen al the night with open yë-
So priketh hem Nature in hir corages-
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seeken straunge strondes
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially from every shires ende
Of Engelonde to Canterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martyr for to seeke
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seke.
-Geoffry Chaucer
The Canterbury Tales
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ok rember im the crapyist peson in the world so this may sory will be crap
in the cold dark night as the wolf stares into the distant moon
and the ghosts howls in the gloomey shawdows their is more then scare
so more so more a boy with eyes eyes of rage and sorrow sees no scare but if men of war fear what he does not that must mean no scare no scare.
told you i was crap
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"To Battle, Abydos!!!"
"When Evil
is hiding it's face beneath darkened shrouds
There will
be Gods amongst men walking above the clouds
The time
has come for the Ancient Gods of Egypt's lore
To head out
straight into the very heart of your core
Destruction
will be sown across the Fantasian lands
Many will
die and many will not even get the chance
Yet with
every step we take towards your citiesgates
Death and
Decay creeps closer to seal your fates
Oh Evil
darkness of the neverending night
Hear us and
watch the Sun explode with all it's might
A blinding
flash will purge you from all your eternal fears
Your
screams will fade away as sounds do to deaf man's ears
The
powerfull forces of Abydos have finally been awoken
Now it's
only a matter of time untill your will to fight us is broken
Our troops
will cleanse this world of your presence with determination
Your Legacy is hereby selected for extermination"
Created by: The Carrothian
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<twamao> firefox is whacked :(
<Sp00n> or you got hacked :(
<twamao> :( i cant log in to vu
<Sp00n> slap Wuu
<Imperator> what does it say?
<Sp00n> 'get a pile of hay'
<Sp00n> and you may
<Sp00n> be g@y
<twamao> like that
<Sp00n> you should wear a hat
<Sp00n> seriously, lad
<twamao> i did
<Sp00n> spit
<Sp00n> and get rid
<Sp00n> of senturu's lazy kid
<Sp00n> or atleast his eyelid
<twamao> who is senturu's kid?
<Sp00n> the one now being hit
* Sp00n slaps HankyPanky around a bit with a large trout
<Sp00n> I bet HankyPanky will now be screaming out loud
<twamao> sol?
<Sp00n> He has a huge mole
<twamao> where?
<Sp00n> above his *beep*!
<twamao> how did you found out?
<Sp00n> that's not something you want to know more about :)
<Sp00n> gowd, I'm good
<Sp00n> obviously because I'm from the neighbourhood
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Remember the time you lent me your car and i dented it?
i thought you'd kill me.....
but you didn't
Remember the time i forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you came in jeans?
i thought you'd hate me....
but you didn't
Remember the time i'd flirt with other boys just to make you jelaus
and you where?
i thought you'd drop me....
but you didn't
there were so many things you did to put up with me , to keep me happy, to love me.And there were so many things i wanted to tell you when you returned from Vietnam
but you didn't
Merrill Glass
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no body like my poem (TT_TT)
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LOL, I thought I've posted.
I really like it and thank you for sharing it with us. It's really moving.
Hurts in a way... Keep em coming :)
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~Shunning the field broken by Wave.
The shadowed girl whispers,
"Surely, I will return."
Alas, the truth unbeknownst.
Awaiting her at journey's end;
Eternal mourning for her land.~
~Sadness arises from the grieving;
Kindhearted and innocent,
A child once was the light,
The happiness to all.
The child of light has yet to reappear,
To bless the broken field.~
~Neither have returned,
The Earth and Sky mourn them.~
~Many have forgotten them,
The child and the girl,
And scoff at the mention of them.
But of this, I am certain.
They will return,
To bless this broken land.~
From and inspired from the Epitaph of Twilight. May those two return to bless this land.
~Exerpt from Noadea's History
<3 Noadea
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Mr. Iwasfrozen....that was an amazing poem. Did you write it? It was so sad....absolutely amazing.
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Awww. Your thoughtfulness almost made me shed a tear, Dak.
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Unless he's a girl called "Merrill Glass" IRL then it's not his poem :)
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no i'm not
its a poem i studyed for my jouiner cert
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We go when its night
We sleep when its day
We're the deliverers of fright
and the first in the fray
We fought for the dark
and despise all the light
for we are the mark
who kills you on sight
We hide in the shadows
never to be seen
We're the one that follows
and wipes your soul clean
We are the guild
that will never fail
and on the field
let darkness avail!
My kingdom poem =)(vampirefreaks)
credit to bluedrake =P
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thats actually quiet good
did you make that up yourself?
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I bet she did.
And I guess the guy named Crash is Jeffy...
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It sounds more like a song than a poem. But that is not a bad thing. You just need to get a good tune to it.
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Bluedrake (one of my members)
made it up. I like it =)
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore! |
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-Some Penniless Drunk named Poe or some such
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roses are red
violets are blue
i want to
*beep* on you
YA poetry
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Mr. Roxbury
Report
4/3/2007 8:27:07 PM |
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm a schizophrenic,
and so am I!
| Lol I saw this film it ruled.
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Yesterday something happened that I cannot believed.
My food got bought at .88 to the native.
Can my tree be sold at 3 to the native?
And it turned out that I has been deceived.
Binh
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Three for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
One ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
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Happy birthday to you,
And blow the candles so your wish may come true.
Pancakes were served in the early morning,
Pies will be serve in the calm evening.
You hoped your wish will come true.
Back in the backyard the games has already begun.
In no time, everyone was having fun.
Right outside, a group of kids are playing tag.
The bigger kids partnered up to jump in a bag.
Having fun yourself with your group of friends,
Deep down, you knew that you have the bestest of friends,
And then you realized with the slightest clue,
Your wish had already come true.
Binh
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