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_Kitana_

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Very Nice SYJ... I happen to really like it



While looking through some of my writting I happen to stumble on an old poem of mine. To be kind, its not bad... kind of intresting. Must of been written sometime after coming back from seattle.

I have been granted passage
through these waters
Of salty droplets composed of life.
A thousand lives I do now touch
and a thousand shores I have reached.
Some I shall meet, Some I shall see
Other will be only a place,
that fades away into history
Of the old sailors tales and wise man’s fish.
The haunting ghost ships
now buried beneath the depth.
And all these I have reached
Touched and felt… through one tiny drop
Of brackish water.
 

_Kitana_

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December in May

A winter of dead that still exist
against the sunshine and flowering trees.
Burrowed inside this a tortured spirit,
of Blackness, bright red
the darker colors of morbid life.
That I too have sipped upon
it’s dirty cup of truthful shame.
Oh! Tearful pity .As I lay there,
my wings but broken.
An Angel they named me,
but I have yet to fly.
An Angel they called me
and I have yet to be.
My sins I give you, My pain I hold
My tears released and set free
in dreams of nightmare
I bid you this…..
My only heart, a soul no longer wanted,
Such things you pay for stunning deadness.
The chilling winds of winter,
tiny droplets of numbing snowflakes
So that one can forget what its like
To love and live, To sense and breathe.
For the world is a tragic place
I wish to longer touch,feel,
Nor kiss of its life filled lips……….
for it is a long winter… a winter in may
And I have yet to see the warming days.
 

Solanaceae

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_Kitana_ said:
Very Nice SYJ... I happen to really like it



While looking through some of my writting I happen to stumble on an old poem of mine. To be kind, its not bad... kind of intresting. Must of been written sometime after coming back from seattle.

I have been granted passage
through these waters
Of salty droplets composed of life.
A thousand lives I do now touch
and a thousand shores I have reached.
Some I shall meet, Some I shall see
Other will be only a place,
that fades away into history
Of the old sailors tales and wise man’s fish.
The haunting ghost ships
now buried beneath the depth.
And all these I have reached
Touched and felt… through one tiny drop
Of brackish water.
if someone here didn't know what brackish meant, I would say they would be the kind of person to ignore a peom such as this completely.
I like that one. It is very relevant. Although, i shouldn't say that, as it could be interpreted in different ways. That's just how I see it.
 

_Kitana_

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Solanaceae said:
if someone here didn't know what brackish meant, I would say they would be the kind of person to ignore a peom such as this completely.
I like that one. It is very relevant. Although, i shouldn't say that, as it could be interpreted in different ways. That's just how I see it.

because someone doesn't understand the full meaning of a word, doesn't mean they could not understand a poem. It's a word not used a lot around the midwest where the ocean and sea is thousand of miles away. So i took it upon myself for those who don't live near the sea to look it up and place the meaning of it. I am sure when you rean an old poem or story...written in old english there are words, that you have to look up... simple because they are no longer used.
 

_Kitana_

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ShrOomie said:
Poetry is for pussy's and wannabe hippy's
I am no hippy

before there was anything else there was the spoken and written word. Everything in your life is composed of poetry. Even your math... has a rhythmic pattern and flow.


Some of the greatest minds in the world are poets, writers. As far as it being for pussy, I can tell right now that you have a lack of common sense. Just because you are unable to relate, nor weave words together or tell a story does not mean someone else who does that is a pussy.

You realize your favorite songs, your favorite movies and t.v. shows are all written by someone. Probably a poet. There is not a day you walk this earth that some forum of writing or poetry does not affect your life. Even if you don't see it.

By not reading you are missing a vast world. A huge undiscovered places that can make you think, make you cry and take you further then what could ever be delivered on a movie screen or TV. It also helps with comprehension and problem solving skills. Poets and writers are often able to find a quicker answers then those who lack the ability to read and write. They are also able to express feeling and drive motivation and are strong individual as a whole.
 

DEATHS_ANGEL666

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heres one of mine

heres one of mine...it may not be good but o well..i did have more but can't find them...so here it is

hello my love...
your spirit free as a dove...
im in love with you...
this is true...
but you cant love me because your carved...
carved into another mans heart...
i have to go..
ill take it slow...
i hope you love me one day...
as i love you in the same way
 

_Kitana_

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I spent a lot of time reading your post angel, Its hard for me to decided if I like your poem or not, which is cool. It diffrent, yet its not, it rhymes, yet they are weak, it flows, yet i am unable to really grasp it.

not saying its bad... not saying its great... falls somewhere in the middle for my taste.


Thank you for sharing.
 

buck~fush

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Go Lp!

Unforgiven said:
meh... wrote this a year ago.

Shadows

I look back at things that were or could have been
My memory is blank, there is nothing to remember
Shadows cloud my thoughts, obscure my inner being
After all this, there is nothing left for me.
I can't give up yet, no way can I surrender.

I think back to days, both good days, and the bad.
They are all in Shadow, I cannot bring them back
I think about my friends, about the good times we had.
They are all gone, now there's nothing left for me.
I cannot forget them, won't let them fade to black.

I look up at pictures on my wall and try to find
The answers I know are hidden behind the walls.
I strive to see the past, but the past is far behind.
There is nothing there, nothing at all but shadows,
Yet I made it through, but with many slips and falls.

That almost sounds like a good Linkin Park song.I'm not saying they did it just it sounds like rhymes they would do. Nice. :thumbsup: Very nice.
 

buck~fush

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Lol

As I read my reply, I was just thinking that I'm about to get slammed by Linkin Park haters. lol. Oh well, I could care less.
 

_Kitana_

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buck~fush said:
As I read my reply, I was just thinking that I'm about to get slammed by Linkin Park haters. lol. Oh well, I could care less.
no i thought the samething
 

dustinzgirl

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Here are some of mine. you can find most @ poetry.com under rita fae horton.

Clock

Some felt as though the day had never ended
Others, simply tied thier lunch boxes closed
and walked the silent, exhausted miles home.
One tread heavily, his feet refused to lift.
Another, stomped with a crazed look,
but niether spoke as they crossed the road.
Few looked into thier worn, hungry faces.
Even fewer thought they might have cared.
So nobody took notice as the brothers died,
except the time clock, who never really cared.



I Am

I am insanity's last chance
at hopeless redemption
blinking out of existence
into a place beyond this.
I am heaven's forgotten hope
at faceless submission
breaking into absnce
from a place near this.
I am earth's only daughter
at woodland avenues
running naked devil nymph
toward any place but this.
 

dustinzgirl

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i am bored, so here is more bs....is it taboo to reply to yourself? LOL

Illiterate

All that will I accumulate
and lay out for your banquet.
That which is permanent,
though not always relevent.
Always an accident, an incident.
A guest becomes a tenant;
I adjust to accomodate.
A lover becomes an opponent;
careless love turns deficient.
Am I seeking a new candidate?
Is love always this illiterate?
To make emotions legitimate,
a reminder against the definite.
When truth becomes delinquent;
timely kisses no longer intimate.
Two people move together to late,
love becomes what they imitate.
Is love always this illiterate?

Did God Cry?

I was told once that God is dead.
I can not believe that.
Every time I see the eyes of my children,
I see God.
Vested love-holy truth-blessed innocence!
Yet then I turn my eyes to this earth,
sanctified hate-religious death-all this pain!
And I know-I know!-that some time ago
God stopped caring.
He forgot about us He does not give a damn,
and my soul cried.
I was told once that God is love,
that He can absolve all sins-heal all wounds.
For Jehovah is the Alpha-the Omega-the I AM.
Yet I still hurt, I still cry, I still scream.
So where is my faith, If I believe-Believe?
If I love Him for He loves me-Me?
Know that those words are dead.
I am dead.
And God Forgot.
 

dustinzgirl

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_Kitana_ said:
A single shard
Sliced across my soul,
Bleeding tiny drops of immoral thoughts
Dreams nonetheless.
Nightmares, that echo in hollow
illusion, composed of his face.
His heavenly body next to mine.
Who is this that has crept into my mind?
He is not of my lover… for he far
And I am but here….
Lost in a moment,
caught up an a delusion
of the changing pace
dwelling deep with in my heart.
As I wonder
Who name is it that I call for in my dreams?
Is it his that never responds….
Or is it a reflection of my own voice?
That is never heard…..
I know neither, yet I still dream of them….
With the haunting answer to the question
that I dare not ask, but know exist.
Bound to two am I,
and two I may not have.
this is very, very good.
 

dustinzgirl

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ron said:
The strangler strokes his silken cord,
The mugger loves his knife,
The poisoner makes his victims twitch,
and thrash away their life,
The passionate choose bullets,
or perhaps a heavy club,
While some are more inventive,
they electrify a tub,
But the ones who give me nightmares,
and destroy my aplomb,
Are those smiling men in politics,
with their damned atomic bomb.
decent, not really my kind of poetry.
good line scheme.
love the ending.
 

dustinzgirl

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Unforgiven said:
like i said, i wrote that a year ago. i still have yet to write a really good one. but if i write another half decent one, i'll post it. :p

Write what you feel, then edit it. most of my stuff was raw emotion edited for content and rhyme. this is not a bad poem, just need some backbone.