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Post by jagan on Apr 11, 2006 21:46:42 GMT -5
I like Edgar Allen Poe, and Dr. Seuss was once a favorite of mine. Even some of Tim Burtons work is good.
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 11, 2006 21:47:36 GMT -5
do you have a favorite Poe poem?
Annabel Lee is mine, with it's beauty, sorrow and dark tone(like most of his work).
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Post by Clash on Apr 11, 2006 21:51:19 GMT -5
Richard Macwilliam has a really amazing poem called I Am No Stranger To These People. That's probably my favorite poem.
I am no stranger to these people But we walk as ghosts Down the long dryness of our lives Where the sunshine of children Throws up our shadows And the calling of birds Makes an empty mockery of our speech: "How is he ? You don't say !" Echoes with the chill wind round the still houses.
I am no stranger to these people, But we have nothing to say, And the smiles freeze on our faces In brief salutation As our minds stay numb And we walk on by.
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Post by heraldofgalactus on Apr 11, 2006 21:51:33 GMT -5
Thank you. You're Welcome. ok I'll share another one now: Remember That SongRemember that song of strength and hope, a determination, a melody of perfection, and where the lyre no longer appears, stands a new instrument—what is its name? Does it play a song of sorrow and doubt, or a song of an everlasting strength and hope, or is it silent, like the mouths of those who could’ve changed a moment in time by the simple sound of their own instruments? ^^The words are inspirational, as well as Clashoofelements' Make Believe and as well as Jagan's As the world turns dark. Oldfriend you must be proud of yourself. You've given birth to poets here in XForum. You get another Karma points from me.
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 11, 2006 21:53:13 GMT -5
thank you heraldofgalactus but all I did was open up a thread. Everyone in it is making it what it is!
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Post by jagan on Apr 11, 2006 21:55:59 GMT -5
I can't choose a favorite poem, there are so many that I enjoy
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 11, 2006 21:57:13 GMT -5
I can't choose a favorite poem, there are so many that I enjoy ...which is exactly how it should be ;D I'm still surprised this thread didn't exist long before I was ever a member here.
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Post by jagan on Apr 11, 2006 21:58:48 GMT -5
Haha I know this is a very good topic of discussion.
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Post by jagan on Apr 11, 2006 22:01:59 GMT -5
Haha I know this is a very good topic of discussion.
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Post by Storm-EXed on Apr 11, 2006 22:02:10 GMT -5
Heh, you guys inspired me last night so I wrote this poem. I titled it evanescence, the word means something quick like a spark of light, so it kind of describes my past relationship, best one I've ever had and still have, but im planning on ending it soon I know it wont work out, and I NEVER let anyone dump me. Evanescence When I think of you, I get pissed off I tell myself everyday thats enough. I try to view you as hate But I just cant! Was it fait? Why did I ever meet you! Now look what you've done, I dont know what to do, everyday now seems long. I know we'll never be together Yet I try to forget, but I cant. Will our love last forever? The answer is never. But I'll tell you one thing, You made me dream, You caused happiness in everything. And I'll tell you one thing I will never forget you. I hope I find someone to help me vanish you. Someone to call me and cares how I do. Someone to spend the rest of my days with. Someone to be, until death. Thank you for everthing, Jeff.
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 11, 2006 22:07:55 GMT -5
loving it Storm X, you've sorted out your feelings in an emotional work of poetry and I'm happy to be here to see it happen. ;D Amazing stuff. K here's one I did a while back: to meet the light is to steal a kiss from an angel. and these hallucinations are more real than ever.the flower's no more and autumn will cast it's shadow over our castle, and soon the fire will surround these walls but the light will always shine through, and the angel will always be and the kiss will haunt my every thought. illusion will become the real. the shadows will make room for day, and the kiss will haunt me, and the kiss will haunt me, and the real becomes desire...
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Post by Clash on Apr 11, 2006 22:50:30 GMT -5
Wow oldfriend, that one is really great. I like the "and autumn will cast it's shadow over our castle" part. I dunno why, but everything with "autumn" in it is awesome.
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Post by Storm-EXed on Apr 11, 2006 22:52:02 GMT -5
Heh, thanks Oldfriend you guys really inspire me. Your poem was really, let me thing ok the right word.....Illusional? It felt like another dimension or world, like I could picture it, but my picture was'nt of this world. It felt "mystical" thats the word. Very creative, made me think. Absolutely loved it. Keep 'em coming Oldfriend
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 11, 2006 22:58:45 GMT -5
thank you guys...lol I almost didn't put that one up cuz I wasn't sure if I liked it so much anymore...lol Storm X, I hope your experience with the last poem you wrote will lead you to try it again! ;D ...and be sure to share with us again
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Post by Clash on Apr 11, 2006 22:58:49 GMT -5
Here's one I wrote in science class last semester.
Forbidden
As she carves an intricate design into her mind And looks into the night sky The stars and the moon light up her eyes As she softly cried Atop the hill, all alone, In the exact same spot she sat before. She reached out next to her And carressed the emptyness that filled her. He wasn't next to her this winter's night. In his place, the bloody knife lay. Love lost - life taken A tragic ending for a forbidden feeling. Not the answer, just an escape. She cries and lays accross the top of the hill In the exact same spot she say before.
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 11, 2006 23:02:32 GMT -5
Here's one I wrote in science class last semester. Forbidden As she carves an intricate design into her mind And looks into the night sky The stars and the moon light up her eyes As she softly cried Atop the hill, all alone, In the exact same spot she sat before. She reached out next to her And carressed the emptyness that filled her. He wasn't next to her this winter's night. In his place, the bloody knife lay. Love lost - life taken A tragic ending for a forbidden feeling. Not the answer, just an escape. She cries and lays accross the top of the hill In the exact same spot she say before. wow, one of those "leaving me speechless" types of poems...I sense a very dark tone....am I way off? Absolutely amazing writing...please continue to share! ;D
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Post by Clash on Apr 11, 2006 23:03:14 GMT -5
haha, no you aren't way off. And thanks!
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Post by Storm-EXed on Apr 11, 2006 23:05:23 GMT -5
I will write more Oldfriend.
*claps* for you clashoftheelements. That poem is a journey, I could picture it from begining to end. I've described every poem I read with a single word, the word for that poem is defenetly "dark" it felt so real. So tragic, very intense, a great movie, a great story, a great ending. Beautiful, like I said to oldfriend, keep 'em coming.
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Post by Clash on Apr 11, 2006 23:07:53 GMT -5
Glad you people enjoy my writings. I'm very....hesitant I guess would be the appropriate word, about sharing my stuff
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 11, 2006 23:08:31 GMT -5
don't be
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