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Old 01-29-2015, 02:50 PM


Disclaimer: Please do not post in this thread, its a private thread to collect the odd and end of poems i come up with , most of htem will be neve rending and such. if you need to comment or make suggestions, please PM them to me.

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Old 01-29-2015, 02:53 PM

unnamed poem:

Quote:
The cold Comes whipping,
Whipping across the land,
sending flakes dancing,
on a clear Night's air,

The Cold comes whipping,
whipping across the land,
the Fae folk dancing,
to tunes long gone.

Who hears the night owl,
as she fly's about her land,
hunting mice,
on a moonless night,

The Cold comes whipping,
whipping across the land,
And the ice queen dances,
her pale blue skin moon kissed,

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Old 02-06-2015, 02:35 PM

not mine but still poetry:
Rhyme's

Lizzie BordenX



Quote:
Lizzie Borden took an ax
And gave her mother forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done,
She gave her father forty-one.


Movie: Forget Me NotX



Quote:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, release the one ignored by heaven...
8, 9, 10, Now run and hide or join her at the devil's side...
11 comes, the clocks will chime, forgotten souls erased by time...
MIDNIGHT COMES it's not too late, so KILL THE GHOST OR SEAL YOUR FATE!

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Old 03-03-2015, 09:15 PM

Untitled poem

Why do you stare at me so,
tease me, make fun of me,
I'm the same as you,
even though im Not,

I have feelings,
thoughts and dreams,
i see the world,
all its wonders,

you call me names,
make me feel stupid,
make me feel different,
break my spirit,

does it make you feel strong,
my tears?
does it make you feel the king?
My pain?

Does my living in the shadows,
give you more light?
does my agony?
Spice up your life?

I talk,
I laugh,
I cry,
I die,

Blood is still blood,
Red as a rose gone wild,
is my pain invisible?
am I in a crowed?

I try to fit,
the peices break apart,
I try and act,
Like all the drones,

Just because im different,
doesn't mean im not the same,
with hopes,
and dreams,

Just because im slower,
not quick like you,
doesn't mean i can't do,
what i dream to do.

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Old 04-08-2015, 08:00 AM

Quote:

Poem: The Thousandth Man by Rudyard Kipling

One man in a thousand, Solomon says,
Will stick more close than a brother.
And it's worth while seeking him half your days
If you find him before the other.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
On what the world sees in you,
But the Thousandth man will stand your friend
With the whole round world agin you.

'Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Will settle the finding for 'ee.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go
By your looks, or your acts, or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him.
The rest of the world don't matter;
For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim
With you in any water.

You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings,
And laugh and meet in your daily walk
As though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em call
For silver and gold in their dealings;
But the Thousandth Man h's worth 'em all,
Because you can show him your feelings.

His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your right,
In season or out of season.
Stand up and back it in all men's sight --
With that for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide
The shame or mocking or laughter,
But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side
To the gallows-foot -- and after!
i always liked this poem.

 


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