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[Mel]

You know, it's funny, I've been reading a lot of Emily dickinson poems lately. I can really relate to a lot of the things she says. Suure, she's a bit more morbid than I am, but I mean, she's got some great descriptions.


I just thought I should throw that in here somewehere XD

And here's just a little warning: I recently went to the beach, so I've got a lot of beah-influenced poems coming on here. I also did a poetry packet for school, so I've got a good one or two in there as well that do with the sea.

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Until today I had not known
such meticulous friendship;
As I sat transformed -
essence out of form
as whisper our of word -
A red hard beauty
eyes wild attention grey,
hair wind itself,
essence no more than chalk-white sheels,
and she was more -
Elegance, Grace, sitting,
servant kissing her feet.



Can you guess what I'm talking about?


Ok, this one's a little weird, but it's based on a real experience I had at night by the waves. It scared the hell outta me and I don't know why!

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I had run with glee to the sight of the ocean
where the monstrous beast gazed with sleeping eyes
on my wondering countenance

The gulls flew away with no warning sound,
startled, as if by unseen phenomena --
started, as if by unforseen danger.

I stopped, out of breath, feet chilled, mind racing
with joy and startling empathy
for the lonely abused thing*

As I gazed upon the smiling moon
(who threw silver thread upon rolling cliff)
I was struck with a hefty blow:

fear! --

So as maniacle laughter ponded my ears,
my heart pounded in beat with Time,
and my feet beat the forgiving sands.

And I ran --- !

I stopped at the dunes, lookihng with wist
and I wish it, he, had known
the extent of the Sun....

And I will return.

* I couldn't decide whether this should be "thing" or "creature." Input is very much appreciated!


So, as you can see, these poems are really influenced by Emily. This is one I wrote directly for her!

"For Emily"

As I sat the honey rays
creeped across my face
caressing and smiling it
with dreadful consequences.

As I sat the wind
played with my hair:
to and fro, to and fro,
offering praise and friendship.

As I sat the gulls
mocked with laughing eyes
at pettiness,
boasting feathers

As I sat upon my throne
I pondered eternal beauty;
of souls departed and sould fled,
the two are as of starfish and whales.
And I think, what could cause such
destruction; beauty --


So, that one's a little weird.

Eggh..I'll be back, I have two more. But first, food shopping!!

[Gatemage Stardragon]

Mitral Valve ProlapseMitral valve prolapse. Isn't that fun?!

[Rhi]

Eep! Man, I'm sorry GS, that's not cool. *hugs* I'll be praying for you. Don't lose that laughter; doctors call it the best medicine

[EricG1793]

[Dragon Writer]

my lifes going stranger then ever before,
i don't know what's happening anymore,
things are changing, all around,
differences do abound..
i don't know what's happening anymore.
And yet, as the pressure strives to drive me to the ground,
up, again and again, i do bound,
because i'm not done,
i won't be driven down,
because it's not over,
just because someone says so,
And so i keep on talking,
and so i keep on laughing,
And hugging, and holding, and splashing...
because it's not over
my life is my own,
because it's not over,
i'll continue talking to friends on the phone,
because it's not over...
my life is my own.

(for anyone who feels that their life is getting a bit out of control. :P)

[mythbusterfan]

there's a story behind this, actually, it took place over this past weekend.
message me or something if you want to know it.

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i grow tired of talking about the abyss
but again it seems i must insist,
that you people stop figthing
and listen to me,
to live in peace,
it's the best way to be.

it seems that this world
is too full of hate
too full of anger,
impossible to sate.

i don't know why i bother
i don't know why i try,
to tell you all to stop
i am now asking why.

what's wrong with you all
you do not make sense
this anger and violence,
at other's expense.

that's not the way
that we should be living,
we should be happy and joyful,
or at least forgiving.

but it seems that one mistake,
is one far too many,
angry and insensible,
is how you respond to many.

what have we been taught?
from the time that we could stand?
this thing called the golden rule,
it's easy to understand

do unto others,
as they do unto you,
do you have any idea,
have you any clue?

just what this means?
but in your own little world,
you think you're always right,
you think you rule the world.

but let me tell you something,
this is far from true,
the only one you really rule,
is no one, for your anger rules you.

if we did unto you,
what you did unto us,
you would find yourself wishing,
you didn't act thus.

for what you have done,
is drawn out over many years,
of trying to please you,
and hiding from private fears,

fears of not doing,
as well as you want,
fears of failing,
and getting distraught,

i'm seriously tired of all of this,
and the rest of our family too,
you need to change,
because there's no standing you.

[mythbusterfan]

something about the dark of night
that causes fears to take to flight
and trouble the living with the dreams
of those who lurk beneath the seams

of what is real and fantasy,
i don't know why it's not plain to see,
that fear itself is the cause of this,
fear of the unkown, fear of the abyss,

i for one am not afraid
i know now that dreams are made
of buried things in the human mind,
i have achieved my peace inside.

there's something about the light of day
that causes fear to go away,
to bury itself inside our minds,
so that it's difficult to find

the light itself is made of light,
that darkness has no hope to fight
causes worry and fear to go astray,
and burn away in the light of day.

to what ends i ask does this serve?
that light and dark have such nerve,
to twist our minds to and fro,
my only answer is i don't know,

but that is the way the world is,
we don't know why, whe know it is,
and that is all i have to say,
so i bid you all goodnight, and good day.

[Rubywolf]

Dog

Sweet Round black eyes that stare at me?
Do you love me or not at all?
My food or my face do you see?
Are you lonely, sitting by the wall?
This is my heart also my life,
You'll recieve it if you love me.
You creature with your tooth a knife?
Loyalty is my only fee.
Are you as smart as I would hope,
when whispered secrets in your ear?
I'll keep you on a short tawt rope,
a chain of suspicion and fear.
A collar you will always wear,
to prove I am owner of you.
I have promised to treat you fair.
Dog, do you really love me, too?

[A Traveller with Magic]

I wish to speak of the universe
In as few words as possible

and not drown you in a shallow ocean of empty letters

What I see cannot be contained in such a primitive human language.
We would not understand.

[Gretchen]

This is the only poetry I've ever written:

Crying on the kitchen floor
why is it all the same
want to run out the door
who is to blame

Lying on the kitchen floor
Wishing you could fly
dont want to be this way anymore
dont want to feel like you could die

Crying and lying on the kitchen floor
Dont need all these sighs
You are worth something more
Get away from these lies

No more kitchen floor
now you're free
these things start at the core
and now you've got the key

^Hey its like a kernel!

[DairineRules!]

why

Why are people angry?
When there are so many reasons for joy.

Why are there wars?
Can't it be worked out in words?

Why do some people commit suicide?
Can't they ask for help?

Why does a girl fall in the mud while others stand and laugh?
Why won't someone help her up?

Why are there so many enemies?
Why can't they be friends(or at least not kill eachother)?

Why do so many fear death?
Its only the next adventure.

[Kaila Kirchner]

[kk]

"Untitled"

A handprint in history
A footstep in time
A remnant from long ago
Left to be found.
The ones who now walk this place
So careless they are
Do you think they'll ever know
How blood stained this ground?
How the battles were fought,
And freedom was sought
And how in this way,
Our future was wrought.

I'm going to write more later. I just got back from a vacation (if you can call it that) to many Civil War battlefields, so I felt like I needed to write something Civil War related.

[Rhi]

Hey, as I always say Kaila, writing bad poetry is better than writing no poetry at all And yours was good!
Okay, let's see if a Muse has found me yet...

Time.
A river? A tree?
Another dimension?
All three?
A minute can be an hour,
an hour can be a minute.
It flies, or inches,
or maybe just passes.
Orderly, yet free
through relativity
to do strange things.
Never enough,
sometimes too much,
yet in the end
time for everything.
A time to live,
a time to die,
what about a time for time?

Ouch, now there's some bad poetry right there!

[Garrett Fitzgerald]

Hmm, wonder if I can rewrite that as a Fib.

Time.
Tree,
River,
Dimension?
All of the above?
A minute can be an hour,
or an hour can be a minute as it flies by.
Relativity does strange things, as there is never enough, but sometimes still too much.