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Disappointment. My heart, it beats |
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wow, yeah! hehehe......i thought that the meaning would be really hard to find.............. |
Turning.
Don't look into these eyes They only hold overflowing tears Raining down over wet cheeks Don't look deeper to get to this soul Hidden there is all the pain Which is breaking my heart That once held glorious Dreams. |
Self-resentment? Something that words can't describe. |
A Book?
So now I can sit in the night Knowing what is done was right Holding a star so the sky is mine Cold now after he has dined Finally revealed is the face To the one he gave chase A woman curled in his arm Safe from all harm |
guardian angel?
words start pouring out onto the page with ease and flow. a sudden stop, no words at all. Throw a dam in front of a river I only want freed. all my words trapped and hidden away from me. help me out here, Please won't my words start to flow again? |
i think its inspiration and then writers block
You have been call a jewel you have been called mother mother of life, mother of all You have been called beautiful enchanting all who see who hear and smell you have been called vengeful with your crashing power taking love from those who wait not upon your face blowing those who travel, so far, without a trace You have been called serene gently rolling gently green you have been called many things but all who are know you you are the ________ fill in the blank ;D |
Mother nature? I don't understand |
Confusion
Will you dance with me tonight Underneath the stars and pale moonlight? Those haunting calls make our song That we shall dance to all night long Come with me into the darkness As we shun the day like we have done once a month The twilight our venue, the wolves our band Or would you perfer to dance on the sand On a clear night, the waves dancing with us? so come, my dear, and dance with me tonight With the stars and moon shining bright. |
I think Ms. Amaranta's poem is about love.
There was a dream, Once known before, But now it lays unused on the dirty floor, Abandoned and still caring, Torn from thread to thread,. There was a time Purity meant something, Virginity was sacred, Care was abundant, Love overflowed from the caskets of hearts. There was a life Layed waste to before it could blossom, Understand nothing but their own names and wants, Ignorance and selfisness were putrid qualities yet there, Change was on the horizon. There is a problem, True Loves die, Good memories are hard to find, Murder is a known life, No longer are things just the same. |
Anarchy? They found her under the waters, |
Umm... death?...
Awaken, babe, create doubt evaporating facades. Gallant hate; iridescently jaded, knick-knocks lies mandated. Nauseated obviously, persons question re-endeavored strides. This unknown vengeance wallows xtremes you zoned. |
A villain?
Night has fallen, the time has come for one lost soul to have some fun. Await in the shadows, hands glinting silver, watching for prey, to walk by the sinner. Footsteps approaching, a rather fast pace, walk right past the shadow, now it's time for the chase. |
A hunt? Sharp, piercing eyes look deep into yours. |
at first I saw a vampire, but when you were talking about the sunlight, I saw dark angels
ok, my turn.. Sitting here dreams appear Wonder if I'll awake I hear a voice call my name I ignore them for my peace I lay still quiet and wonder What could they want The darkness keeps me it holds me safe But it feels cold Looking now I wonder What happened... |
The call to death?
So beautiful, so pure Not caring for a cure I dance in the leaves of Fall's reprieve I am colorless, but I am seen For I give just a glossy sheen In contrast to the hues of yellow, orange, and red With golden orbs stuck in my beautiful head I am hated for what I am But never loved for what I can Come at me hunter, for I show no fear Lets dance our fatal dance as everything becomes so clear. |
A wolf? or a werewolf? xD I hope this one is obvious but here it goes... ;) Lights of bright glory |
Christmas or the new year?
It is beauty and it is pain It is the up most joy and the most tragic of sadness It is both everlasting and ephemeral It can both mend and break the heart It has been described as the reason for for existence it has been painted in many colors, but most often it is red It is intense and yet as gentle as a summer's breeze it is a million contradictions in one |
Life? Or love? But then, love isn't painful and blah-blah-blah. :P
By the way, and I'm not trying to be rude or negative or anything here, but I think "up most" is actually spelled "up-most", and you have "for for" in the sixth line of your poem, sidhechild. =o It's something totally crazy, It's something very dear. It drives you so far away away, But it still keeps you near. There's something beautiful here, Something we need to say, But we just try to keep it inside, For fear we'll forever lose it else-wise. It makes you feel good, And it makes you wanna cry. It shows you something real, And it gives you a new look in your eyes. This way is invincible, If only we'd do it right, But we just try to keep it inside, For fear we'll forever lose it else-wise. It's here and real, But it's impossible. It's something new every time, And it's sometimes uncomfortable. If there was one thing I could have, It would be this, But we just try to keep it inside, For fear we'll forever lose it else-wise. There are so many kinds, If we'd just try to find them. Sometimes it's abused, But our lives could be the bud on its stem. We don't have to lock this inside, We can shout it out everywhere and still be quite sane and fine, But we just try to keep it inside, For fear we'll forever lose it else-wise. It's something common and yet unusual, It makes us feel alive. It's something no one strives to protect and keep pure anymore, It's not interference in what you want for "me and mine". There's something here to share, Something to show you care. But we just try to keep it inside, For fear we'll forever lose it else-wise. But if we don't use it right, We will just lose it forever. |
hmn i dont know it sounds like your describing love
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that would have been how i described it as well good job May God speed you though the night, the Soul of a Brave Knight; In the darkness be a guiding light, and keep our steps silent and light. Keep or soul from taking flight; And our Hearts, Mind, and Sight. ((ps)) i know i used a word more then once but... they just felt right)) |
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And thank you. I'm glad you liked my poem, even if it was just a piece of it. :) As for your poem, I almost... no, I DO think that your poem is about hope while waiting for your arriving love. :D There once was a poet, Raised to be loyal and true; He fell in love with a princess, Even went so far as to ask the king for her hand. The poet was a king of words, A noble of grammar, A Knight at catching his listeners' hearts, Weaving his tales with majestic colours. But alas, Despite his somewhat greatness, His love had her eye on another, Her heart set far to the hills. Her love she would nay reveal, And one night she stole away, Worrying the land, But hidden away for years. She came back with tears, A mewling baby in her arms, The story of a love who used her, Then left for another. The poet, Seeing her distress, Saw his great chance, But could not bring himself to take it. Years later was his reward, A passion still burning within his heart for her, When she kissed him, And they married. They lived long and happily, Raised a brother to the firstborn, The brothers soon becoming brave and loyal heroes To their family, friends and kingdom. Soon a bedraggled man arrived, And tried to seduce his former love, But the woman raised one finger to this intruder, Giving him a firm and eternal rejection. The abuser was angered, And tried to have his way, But the poet-prince arrived, And immediately saw the situation He boiled with dark anger, But still kindness and mercy were set in his heart. Instead of torture and long death, He simply banished the abuser with one warning. He sent for his sons, And told them to escort the beast of a man away, But quickly informed them No harm was to come to the invader while in the city gates. The wife turned to her husband, Thankful for being saved, And glad that her husband Had not let dark anger rule his way. She had come to love him for his gentility, For his good heart, For the passionate love in his voice, And never wanted those qualities to pass away. So you see True Love is not all it seems at first, Sometimes terrible things happen before you reach it, But if you've been patient and true, Then when it comes you'll find it ever so much more lasting and beautiful. |
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A blessing? How can she depend on people, |
Your poem is about feeling lonely and as if you have no one to depend upon, Gaijin?
Here's my poem (it's the second version of my poem "Shining Sinner", the original of my poem I have at DeviantArt) : Dancing to this game of sociality, Weaving in and forth through compliments and flattery, Never take a break or falter, Always needing the other person for this breathless dance, Before your distance breaks through, Oh Lord, Watch me Fall to the Seas of Sin, Drowning myself so much further, While to me your careful reputation is falling down, Like a child's letter blocks stacked up high on the edge of a counter... Causer of pain, Causer of tears; Maker of joy, Maker of pride; Tonight is the last stand, Today is the first dance. She has tried to never falter, Though she has sinned much; Her mind could shine, If only she wasn't pressed by shame so much; Today is her final give-away, Tonight is her first good-bye. But never mind the little girl in her shadowed corner, Holding tightly to a little piece of flesh, Dressed in black tears and a Sinner's clothes, She's never been much and she never will be, She looks for happiness yet she might never find it, Even though all she ever wanted was a Knight in Shining Armor. Now turn your face away again, She has no need of being noticed; Her hopes and dreams are smashed, Most of her feelings she cannot recognize; Alas, she wallows in self-pity, And grim shame over that much compared to others' problems. She doesn't need True Love now, For she fears hers is dead, She doesn't want True Love now, For she fears she has tainted it and will lose it forever, And that only her wanting humanity will keep her alive and sane now, Since the tragic recourse offered to her in early childhood is taking its toll, Killing her deep passion inside, Mounting her pride, embarrassment, and love for none to see, Shooting her with cravings of a fight, And touching her with the blissful feelings of sin. |
Losing love.
Here's mine:: ((had to quote it since it's already been posted.)) Quote:
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A dead lover, and solitude. Why? ("Her shadow running", and the phrase, "He left me") Also I love the placement of the phrases, they stand out ^^
Leave me stricken, Bare in my debt, My last breath, The one thing trailing this avarice Descent, And watch as I descend. Prickle thorns tear into my arm. The green slime escaping, Wounds that never heal. The real, The rail, The broken. The torn eyes swollen. Nothing is real. The rail has been grasped and clung to my skin like cold steel. The broken, Re-build. |
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