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....I've been skipped twice now. What did I do wrong? :o
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you did nothing wrong zilanthandria and you werent skipped, lovers never tell, gave her opinion before her poem though it was only two words so you might have missed it.
karakter your poem sounds like death.... maybe war i cannot explain any certain sentence that gave me this answer it was just the over all feel of it heres mine, its only a couple limnes but it echos within you in my opinion Caught in hell they do fight; Does not matter who is Just or Right. For new life. Through endless strife. With no gentle end in sight. |
Wrong. My poem was about losing love. Not a dead lover... "her shadow running " is just a description of the memory of her wedding day where he left her.
@ emiko - Fighting obviously I found the Energizer Bunny overrated because in my two-score plus a year nothing lasts longer than the day you're currently living in. I discovered privacy was a joke when you displayed me - gl(ass) and everything. I'm not that open-ended and your closed mind landed me heels-over-head back-ass-wards looking to you for cover. This newly realized contortionist wishes you would spin her right 'round face-forward to your truth. My battery is leaking from too many cirus acts- the acid eating at the window to a world you showcased me to. I tapped only needing your assistance. I noticed, as my walls collasped, that you already had your dusty hands consealing another new-improved girl. So, standing in the second ring, I summer saulted off the stand to the floor. No glass will hold me now. |
A broken heart. Betrayal. This wasn't something I'd... |
hmn it sounds to me like the thoughts of a character who is discovering their free will.... so maybe about the future and looking for something to do after the fulfillment of your life's goals....
A contract you've found, And together we'er bound; Till the enemy for this cause, Will all but pause. Secrecy and Distrust, Will be his weapons over us, As he seeks to make us Dust. Now, with us thus tied, Our souls will fly; Till evil of pride, Has died. |
((heard that somewhere before))
it seems your describing a truse or a treaty of some sort. and the people who are signing the treaty have to fight something that sounds very powerful...ok heres mine: no eyes to see no ears to hear no arms to reach or feel no legs to roam no nose to smell only one heart that beats alone |
@ Lovers: OP states
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@ Gloomy: Struck me as a riddle at first glance but, sounds like being in the womb, or re-birth. Quote:
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I'm gonna go with dark knights... Am I right? Fate is unpredictable |
A person who ran away because they wouldn't let them be with another person?
They kept us away, for the longest hours, Locked up, they keep you In the tallest tower - All alone, I feel cold, Like only a lost lover can, The sea seems as boring, As the surrounding sand Colour has lost meaning, And a small pool of mud, Seems just as bland, As this puddle of blood It creeps through the carpet, It climbs up the stairs, If it reaches your castle, Would you know I was there? Would know that was me, All warm, wet and sticky? Would you clean me up, Or would it be too tricky? Would you mourn for me? Or would you laugh? Do you know that the latter, Would split my broken heart in half? |
Someone was tortured and is looking for revenge? Did you know? |
I see a woman wishing back her ex-lover.
A kiss for a Rose Sigh in the Dark Speak to me Softly Before I fall Apart |
a person who is dying and wants his love to be there.
you lie to me. you steal from me. you make me eat away at me. you make me cry. you make me lie. you make me make me want to realy try. |
hmn torture?
to catch the world in your hand and eternity in a grain of sand to see heavon in a yellow flower and feel lovely in a steamy shower |
uhm.....peace and bliss?
its ruby red and drips down to my fingers i smile and decide to let the feeling linger after awile it hurts and my eyes start to burn i cried that night as my stomache churned |
Blood spilling. We have you within our grasp. |
@emiko_firecaster: OHZ okies YAY and thanks for telling me!! =3
@ASingingGaijin: I'm not sure what your poem is about, but to me it sounds kind of like a love-tragedy-paranoia scenario... :shock: @Everyone: I'll edit this post and add a poem momentarily. |
You posted that five days ago.....so now it's my turn
for the last poem posted I think a shadow....or your thoughts Danger Lingers the beating like a drum loud in my ears Falling to the ground hands clasped to my ears Why oh why won't it go away? Tears hit the ground and my body shakes I quiver like a leaf in the grasp of the wind I know I did wrong and I say I'm sorry |
Punishment for sin? He's dancing in front of me |
sounds like a love triangle almost....
love. danger. what does that remind you but five finger? hope. death. both take place in home and hearth. yours. mine. both can be shared over wine. toil. soil. it takes one to change the other. |
Sounds like love, hard work, and... wiccan.
Though I don't really know anything about wiccan stuff, so I can't really say. =/ Anyway, here's mine: They sing, They laugh, They cry, They yell, They shout, They hear, They wear, They fear, They hate, They love. I feel the same as they inside, But I don't know who they are. Are they me? Are they my emotions? Are they someone else? Are they someone dear? Are they someone I hate? Are they someone close by? Are they someone far away? I feel as if I need to watch out for them. But I don't know who they are. Do I love them? Do I hate them? Is this paranoia? Is this shame? And slowly... I begin to not care. I begin to dream, To ignore what I feel are them watching. I just Don't Want To Live Like Me Anymore And yet, If I live differently than me, Maybe I'll die? |
hmn hard to say... at firsti thought may be children -"They sing, They laugh, They cry, They yell, They shout, They hear, They wear, They fear, They hate, They love" but then as i read the rest it changed to a person who is questioning there very existance, the kinda "why am i here?" question. as to your answer it was close it was actually a poem about simularities, and diffrences.
Stop! Dont go there. Run! Dont stop. Wait! Dont run. Faster! Dont wait for me. All you ever do is tell me don't. How will I know till I do? |
What I got from your poem was a person struggling with what society wants them to do verse what they want to do,
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Time is of the essence As I decide To choose the path that eases my mind Or the one that twists and turns so far I can not see the end Do I take the chance and risk all that I have worked so hard to achieve? Or do I take the path paved out in front of me? To risk for pleasure or risk for gain? Surely after this journey I will no longer be the same One step forward Is all that I need To put my past behind me Do I step to the left or do I step to the right? Travel by day, or travel by night? As time begins to tick away I think it's safe to say That I wouldn't be in this predicament today If you had only wanted what was best for me |
It's sad. I like that it rhymes. It seems that the voice is struggling with regret. It was a dark and stormy night My feeble attempt at rhyming. >.> Not one of my best. Wrote it in detention. :XD |
what is it about poetry that makes people think it must rhyme? asinginggaijin, your poem was quite good, would be better if you check your spelling. your poem seems to be about being an outcast from society... a street urchin as it were.
I heal, you cause pain, and yet we are the same. I accept, you push away, and yet we are the same. I hear, you are deaf, and yet we are the same. I see, you are blind, and yet we are the same. forever oppisite and together, forever the same and apart, and yet we are the same. |
How you're so differnet, yet the same, obviously.
Peering into my foggy eyes your brights flicker searching for reflection, but I can't help but flutter lashes back. I realize that the void on your face is closing so I put my foot in and slide down deposited out into realism. I interject forgiveness and admittion that all my concentration is spent white-knuckling the floor boards wanting only to be wrapped up in you and let loose my wings to tickle lower things but I'm often awe struck and sucked up, blinded by the need to do so that shines so clearly though this hazey space you say I'm lost in when I freeze all wide-eyed at you. |
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