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[Dragon Writer]

*whacks ashley* you write WONDERFUL poetry...you just refuse to realize it. *shakes head at modesty* I didn't read all of it, since i have to look over half a dozen forums, in half an hour and i don't have time for reading much poems, but i looked at it briefly and it's WONDERFUL! i can't wait to see what you can do fully awake...and thanks for saying you like my poem...(note, me saying i don't think it's good isn't modesty...it's just me not thinking it's good. i don't hesitate to yell to the sky when i think it IS good. :P) wow this is a long post...see ya!

[Not So Silent One]

Wow Cress, really good! I really liked them. I can't write poetry myself, but I can stop and appreciate good poetry when I see some.

[Cress]

I actually rather liked it...Ok, I'm gonna go through my amazing notebook of seven million really bad poems and see if I can find a passable one or two to post here. Keep in mind that most of these were written late at night, when I was emotionally distraught or when I could not go to sleep and was being all insomniac-ish. So they're not always sane...sometimes they just capture a feeling.

I don't have a title for this one...or most of them actually.

Freedom is movement
Prison is everywhere I look
I cannot leave my own sanctuary-trapped in my own creation
The faces of my soul look down on me, condemning me with every glance
I can't get out
I can't get out

Everything is inside
Emotion lost within
My insides struggle to escape
And I wish I were gone...anywhere
Not here
The violence in my soul needs release
Muscles clench and cramp
The room is spinning
I must get out
I must get out

I slip away from light and color
Down
Down beneath the cacaphony
to the cool and damp
Where wind blows softly
I move freely
Space
And sky
My legs keep turning
On and on
My thoughts catch in their movement
Endless circles
I go until I cannot feel
Churning
Pushing further...just a little harder
Numbing mind and body
The air plays on my face

My tense muscles slowly loosen
My thoughts soften
Movement is release

I'm finally free
I found release

At least until tomorrow...


Ok...this one has a title. WOW! It's called-One Empty Page

Empty page
It was forgotten by the others
Surrounded by words
Feelings

Pressed in with poems
And confessions
The blank page waits
patiently
for remembrance
For a quiet day of flipping pages
For a day of memories and thoughts
For a time when its white face
will shock someone
into picking up the pen again
When the ink will flow
As emotion is freed

And soon the waiting page
Is filled with all the things
That surrounded it before

Hastily covered in a scribbled soul
The page is the same
Just the same
As all the others
As the 99 other pages
Bled with her pain
Covered in her ink

The silence set it apart
But for once the conformity is perfection

I hate the empty page

I kinda like that last one. I guess it's just really me. More later!

And to everyone else-I REALLY liked all your poems. No time to comment singly on all of them, but seriously, most of them were really good. Diego's had great wording, it sounded really nice, and a lot of other people had a good drive behind theirs.

And yr-yours was pretty good, especially for something you didn't really care about.

[Dragon Writer]

Not a terribly good poem, i don't htink, but i feel like typing it up anyways...plus, i HAVE To type it up, so i'm making use of the fact.
United we stand

United we stand,
devided we fall,
for we are the people, one and all.
so here our cry,
here our roar,
and know who we are,
whether near or far.
for we are the people,
one and all, and we quite simply, will not fall
for we are the people,
we are the nation,
we are one,
and as one we can stand, to all that lives under the sun,
for wea re the people,
and we are the nation,
and though some may try to knock us down,
ad some may think to push us around,
one and all we will stand our ground,
for we are the people, and this oness we have found...
it gives us strength by the pound...

If you don't like it...well, what can i say? nationalism isn't much of an inspiration for me usually...and that's what we had to write it on.

[mythbusterfan]

[Dreamingjoker]

Ok this is my newest poem from a book i'm trying to write. It tells abit of a background story for one of my character. I hope you like it.


Dream Maker
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I am the Maker of Dreams.
I am the Weaver
I am the Protecter
I am what is between what calls and what plays.

To my feet they spring to life.I keep these locked away from those who walk with sight.A willing soul I am,In love and pain.I see the link of the Abyss.In my hands,feet,and minds eye I hold the true token.Don't fear I am here.I Shall be that saver who joins that dance.I can only come by your will and mind.Think hard and fast and I will come calling

Yet ever a white knight is to fall.Fall pray to a plan of trust.Now the knight becomes the hunter.Unwilling soul fighting the book to come free.A deal they say? Yes! I cry!Not a thought nor a look and I fall head first.True pain and fear now have come to shore.Unwilling soul hunting the pure.They cry a soul for a soul.Here is my ticket to freedom.I see thier faces and I know I can now move

My will has fallen! Or has it? Windows fly open, I know now what I must!To save the pure being a new untouchable light and dark.They must find a hidden past,to live now.To become again a quest for ones I have not met.

I am humbled.
I am anew.
I am set aside.
I am for this new world.
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Sal, O6
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[the_peridexis]

I agree completely with samehl. That was a beautiful array of words--incredibly creative.

Now here's a rough one I'm still working on, so <span class="ev_code_RED">be sure to give some constructive criticism, please:</span>

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Its jewel-bright gaze pierces my thoughts
And sun-touched plumage glint like living prisms
Throwing light on dew-drenched boughs;
A glowing canopy sighs high 'bove my upturned face.

My fingers grip these iron bars
They slide over cool, clear walls, leaving never a trace
My dreams sit outside this window
Collected within that creature of silken light
It flits past, shining; a sentient assemblage of gems.

Soaring, a many-hued flame, vivid against the sapphire sky.
Its song rings of my hopes, my secrets and my longings
The music gives me hope; it gives me perpouse
Melodies of passion, of freedom, strengthen my dying will
I reach out to stroke...I want so much to succeed.

It darts away, evades my outstretched hand; bright, lovely
I touch instead the cold metal of my prison
Thunder crashes mercilessly; rain falls in an angry torrent
I see my hand...coated in auburn-tinted rust
My laughter echoes through the dripping forest, jubilant.

And a single knowing note of beauty answers my greeting, my call, my reminder.

-peri

[samehl]

Wow, that's some amazing word choice. Poems are my deal but after that one I don't even think I should even think of myself as a writer. I have some good 2-voice poems, not very deep, but cool rythms, and a really great poem but I don't have it right now so I'll put it on later. Oh my word, that was some amazing words!!!

Sehlinger (sorry for the frown, i'm in a sorry mood)

[db_pr]

Something I'm working on:

Burnt by God's Flames

[Dragon Writer]

Ok...i've got maybe three minutes left and no time to read them all...but i read some, and they're GREAT. The bulk of my poetry is much further up in the topic...like page two or something...i remember when i had to dig through the topics to find this...

[Frivs]

[Mel]

[kk]

The Magic

Watch me as I fullfill my goal,
to save the lost and wandering soul
watch as I teach death to die
and watch as I will learn to fly

[Dragon Writer]

Bad? i see no baddnes...doesn't seem really poem like...but it really isn't BAD...seems deep some how...don't know why...

[Gatemage Stardragon]

bad one I did for english class last year... stole half the lines from a Dragonlance book...

Death
Sleep
Silence
Without fear
Gathering darkness
Its depths beyond both you and I