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[nita2011]

Dai All!
I have here a little water poem...I was board.

Where flows the water/
So Perfect/
So Devine/

I shall be/
Durring day/
Or nigh'/

The water be wide/
Moving at a roar/
Where be my love/
The only person in this classroom be a wild boar

[Garrett Fitzgerald]

I don't see that anyone has mentioned fibs yet. It's a form of poetry kind of like a haiku, but the syllables are set by the Fibonacci sequence. For example:

Scared. (1)
Kit, (1)
Nita, (1+1 = 2)
Both of them (2+1 = 3)
Trembling in the dark (3+2 = 5)
Of the Lone Power's universe. (5+3 = 8)

[W.I.T.]

RUNNING

You never beleived in me, nor in you.
Only in what your eyes can see or prove.

To you, what you are is a figure of speech and a lie.
You keep running away without even so much as a goodbye.

You thought no one could see right through your act,
but the sorrow in your eyes turned acclaimed fiction into fact.

You always want to prove that you're so strong,
and try to make a point that I'm so wrong.

Every time I get closer to some truth,
you push me away harder, but I can see right trough you.

I understand completely because I've been there,
and yet you continue to tell yourself that this journey can't be shared.

But you're too busy hiding to face your fears,
and you won't realize that running doesn't stop the tears.

But why listen to me, after all I can help?
oh, but I forgot. You're too busy running.

[mythbusterfan]

[kk]

ok, I'm going to do my favorite thing and just write whatever poem I can think up at this moment:

The world turns round, and what are we but unimportant? what are we but the unhelpful ones who simply watch the world go round in it's dying path? We see the problem and know what it's doing, but never try to stop it! the world is worth a whole lot more than that.

ok, that was kinda not a poem, but oh well.

here is another one:

Power:

I can feel the power rising in the world, and I will use it,
I can hear the magic's whisper in the world, and I will live it,
I can feel the darkness conquering the world, and I will fight it,
I will live the power, hear the power, and know the power,
I will use the power, train the power, and feed the power.
I have the power.

ok, kinda weird, i know.

[Rubywolf]

yep. I think I got it. *sings* I love your avatar.

My shortest poem ever that I am very proud of-

the fall leaves
mock the dieing sun

[luv2read]

here, see if you can figure it out:

Perfection - by me

The need of perfection
The popularity election
The show of affection
The blanket of protection
The reserved section
The land of correction
The endless attention
The name of mention
The road of mixed direction
The rich connection
The excuse of intension
The impossible confession
The usual misconception
The cause of tension
The first selection
The shallow invention
The judging reflection
of perfection

[nita2011]

How much do I love thee?/
You have the right to ask/
I love thee in many ways/
And the ammound to which I could never fulfil this task/

I love thee so much/
That as described as raine/
If fallen on this world/
The flood would never draine/

I worey for thee so much/
That as described as sorrow/
If thrust upon the happiest one/
They would ever wollow/

I care for the so much/
That as described as sun/
The world would be so parched/
Of people there would be none/

I hope for thee so much/
That if you died tomorrow/
you would come raight back/
'Fore any but I could sorrow/

I cheerish thee so much/
That if you liked me no more/
That the next time you saw me/
Would be beneath my coffin door/

In these words put down/
By no hand nor mind but mine/
I should surely hope/
You know you are devine/

I love thee and cherish thee/
More than you ever'll know/
And I will worry, care, hope fore thee/
Without an overdramatic show.

Is love not beautifull? Hmm... I love love.

[marina salem]

Songs are poems. I like your poem, kk. Here's something I wrote and edited in the witching hours of a couple different nights, so it's a little disorganized and not very good. If it helps any, "grounded" refers to being confined by society, not punisment by parents.

Escapism
Dreams are like trees, everlasting and strong,
And help nurture the will to live a life long.
Dreams take a grounded girl and help her to see
That there is much more to life, and set her free--

Set her free from the chains that bind her down
And tether her securely to the ground.
Her wings burst forth--large, strong, and bright;
They carry her headlong into life's perilous flight.

Staying put is just too much to ask,
A brutal, slow, life-ending task
For one with the need to watch galaxies rise,
To traverse the stars and the unending skies.

The utter normalcy of Earth-life would suffocate
One always determined to relocate;
One desiring change and a new place to stay,
To watch the sunrise of another planet's day.

Uncharted waters, worlds unseen
Give normal Life a brilliant new sheen.
With peoples unknown and othertime to explore,
The grounded girl is grounded no more.

To be all we can be, that is why we exist;
Many end young but some still persist
In exploring the realm of dream and thought,
And chasing answers that are rarely caught.

Though imagination is quelled in this world day to day,
A dreamer will discover that a change has been made:
Though living in a reality that is harsh and cold,
The fragment has been found to complete the soul.

Any advice/criticism/praise/whatever is welcome.

[Rubywolf]

nice....
this poem is from the point of veiw of the sphinx in (can't spell first name. something like 'Edipos') Rex.


as I gaze into the light,
my love has gone for this world,
I close my eyes, the light too bright,
I see the truth for every night.

Honor's chains has bound me tight
runaway from my forced wrath,
now I will be forced to fight,
I gaze far into the night.

Curse the man, he answered right,
my power seeps through the sands,
the world no longer fears my might,
and now I will face the night.

*snifs* poor sphinx.

[kk]

that poem is so cool!
here is a poem that I wrote to be part of a lucid dream in a book I wrote:

a passage that leads to another time,
protection for a dimension,
but the world is ever changing,
and the darkness is the tension,
through many years and many times,
and all is right it seems,
but all the power and strength you need,
is only in your dreams.

I do better at songs than poems

[A Traveller with Magic]

Hahaha scientists have figured out how to slow down light- and stop it, capture it and release it somewhere else! Zomg my dream has come true... And in the light *cough* of this event, a poem on the spot:

Holding Light
Watch the sun rise
See the rippling lightwaves pulse across the orange sky
Reach your arms out, cup your hands
Feel a starlit message cool into a pooling sand
And as it flows between your frigid fingers, hold it dear against your weary heart
And in your darkest hours release it, speeding spilling back toward the stars and
Fill the universe with light
Let there be light

[mythbusterfan]

[db_pr]

Dying like Dewdrops in a Midday's Heat(Still working on this one)

[db_pr]

Burnt By God's Flames