Poems
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Anyone can come up wif interesting/romantic poems?
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poems shld ask from callan. he v gd in this
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is it the one the can invest in share one.Originally posted by Mystery_gal:Anyone can come up wif interesting/romantic poems?
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I used to write a lot, esp poems and stories. This is one that I wrote in a Lord of The Rings forum elsewhere.Originally posted by Mystery_gal:Anyone can come up wif interesting/romantic poems?
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A merry 'Hello' to all ye lovely lasses,
thank you all for your wonderful presence,
Your insight, wisdom and humor, adds so much,
To the boards, making it the best as such.
So welcome all, both young and ehmm, not so old,
from those with lovely tresses, bathed in gold,
to raven haired beauties, with heaving bosoms,
and lovely redheads, lithe and winsome.
Even those who have not much up there,
opps I mean, those without any hair.
So, pull up a chair, and speak your mind,
and we'll talk over a glass of wine,
maybe even talk about how the ring found Gollum,
in this virtual inn, we call CA forum
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EROTIC poems...?Originally posted by Si|verGer:poems shld ask from callan. he v gd in this 
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no lar reli he gd in poems. . .Originally posted by Devil1976:EROTIC poems...? " -
A dedication to all the netizens. Isn't this what goes on in your mind...when you meet a special someone online?
Let's bathe in it's glamour.
Cyber Imagination
Deep in the tunnels of my mind,
images abound,
Silky Hair and Sparkling eyes,
tempt me like the devil.
Was that pair of eyes yours?
I sure hope it is,
for none charmed me like it did.
Words flow like streams of clouds,
into my mind they went.
fogging my thoughts no end.
A vision is finally form,
and how beautiful you look.
I pondered, if this was you,
but why the heck I care?
This is how I want you,
and how you will to me.
Till we meet shall it perish,
or maybe it will stay.
"Nonetheless" I told myself,
you were beautiful this way. -
Inspired by a chinese pharse that I have seen, thereafter....I extended it into 5 paragraphs
To know you...
The Greatest distance in this world,
is not the distance that spans across the universe,
nor is it the distances that separates life and death.
it is when I am standing right in front of you,
but I do not dare to tell you I love you.
The greastest yearning in the world,
is not the yearn to be the among the brightest stars,
nor is it the yearn to be the undying immortal,
it is when I am thinking of you,
but can be nowhere near you.
The greatest pride in this world
is not the pride of landing on the moon,
nor is it the pride of being a parent,
it is when I have nothing,
but I see you all around me..
The greatest joy in this world,
is not the joy of owning the unpossesable,
nor is it the joy of feeling alive,
it is when I am born into this world,,
when you would be too.
You must be the northstar in the sky,
shining ever bright,
for that is the only star I see.
Guiding me in my life,
the silver trail you leave behind,
leads me on my journey. -
A dedication to a long time flirting friend of mine in sgforums...miss her quite a bit...and thus the poem named after her.
Maya
I still stand tall,
though my heart is no more.
I have never wondered,
what is life without you,
for my mind forbide so.
Lingering in darkness,
I search for my soul,
I found it with you,
imprisoned by your eyes,
a prison I could not break free.
You first stole my heart,
and now you have kept my soul.
How can I move on,
when my mind is without both? -
I also rite poetry... but most of them are realli depressing
coz i rite when im depressed
so yeah if u want em speak and it shall be
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A poem describing the journey one experience in a truly fulfilling and beautiful relationship...though not all relationship moves ideally...that's why this is very much a dream isn't it?
Fate
The day I first saw light,
I knew someone was there.
One who makes me whole,
One who fulfilled my life.
The moment I knew it was you,
My destiny was found.
My life thus have a purpose,
to find you, now my mission.
We were once united,
but now physically divided.
With fate as my compass,
I sought our union.
When fate brought me to you,
I found it could only do so much,
for you were held captive,
and a compass don't help much.
Thus I use my key,
for I knew it to open all.
One so compassionate,
this key I call love.
With love I found your freedom,
but you were alone and bare.
Thus I became your armor,
and we are whole once more.
I thank fate for finding thee,
but my love did just as much.
And with me as your armor,
Your heart will hurt no more. -
An acrostic poem written to my little sista....though not very appropriate...it was written in the spirit of fun. Anyway an acrostic is when the first letter of each line in the poem spells out the title of the poem or says what the poem means....in this case...it's her nick. Thanks sista.
Safely in my arms I cradle,
Irresitible you are,
Ludicrous I think I am,
Vehemently my thoughts wander,
Enigmatic images abound,
Reaching out to fathom her,
Gallantly I advance,
Irresitible you are,
Riding on my emotions,
Love brings me to you. -
Another acrostic poem for a long time friend and brother. He's one of the moderators in this forum and I only find it appropriate to dedicate it to him here. Again, the first letter of each line spells out his nick.
Awaking from his slumber,
Nascent into this millenium,
Gleaming with happiness and joy,
Ever full of sparkles,
Leaving a trail of hope behind,
Dreams are made of these,
Abstruseis are those thoughts of his,
Remarkable his presence is,
Killing all sadness with it. -
I came across this and find it very touching... it really touches me deep inside
THE FILGHT by Sara Teasdale 1884 - 1993
Look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow,
Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,
Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain,
But what if i heard my first love calling me again?
Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam,
Take me away to the hills that hide your home,
Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door,
But what if my first love calling me once more? -
Hmm... artistic ppl here.
I dun belong here.
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This is a poem by a psycho who hates sac.. saint anthony canossian convent. I thought it was funny
SAC STINKS
By: Wanker
Edited by Tabris
SAC stinks,
They reek of shit.
It's full of lesbians
with 8cm clits.
I especially hate the bungs
The ones with the short hair,
Who act like men with nary a care.
The lesbians too, are screwed
They take it in their stride,
Not having a clue that its bloody fucking crude.
Both together will chill your spine,
Acting like a couple all the time,
It pisses me off, it really does,
that this shit is not a crime.
Now I continue my poem,
In an alternate reality,
Where I revel in the carnage,
As I destroy SAC...
The sun'll be shining,
the grass'll be green,
But not in SAC,
With its floor splattered with spleen.
I'l tear their guts out,
I'l kill them all,
Till they beg and cower
or cry and crawl.
But I won't show them mercy
even if they plead,
I'l torture them all
till they vomit and bleed.
After the massacre is over,
the blood will drip,
I'll pull and a lighter and some gas,
And end this bloody shit.
I'll run around the school,
staining it with gasoline,
Then I'll watch it burn,
amidst my own screams.
I become one with the carnage,
I scream with delight,
remembering the fact
that I set that foul place alight.
Goodbye Nicole,
Seeya Giselle,
Bye Mary,
I'll be seeing y'all in hell...
Goodbye SAC,
I've done the world a favor,
wish me well
my final endeavor.
In Memoriam,
SAC -
Ha. Talk about poetry. It is defined as the use of words to express one's thoughts and emotions in an artistic, tasteful and creative way. I guess the SAC one wasn't very "tasteful". About as rude as the SAC girls it mentioned. ANYWAYS...this poem by Nick Drake--one of my favourites.
Static
When you pulled the t-shirt
over your stooped head
I heard the crackle of static
and imagined the soft,
invisible fur
of charged atmosphere
over the TV's translucent imagery.
Lights out, my blind
and all-believing hands
discover the ghost of a smile on your invisible face;
here you are
in your skin
shocking against mine.
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You know how they say how its electrifying when you touch that special someone? This is the poem then.
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but you've got to admit it was artistic n creative. so nice n angsty.
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hehehehe.....
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hehehehehe. Good old Dr Wank did it again.
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yeah~
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Callan:
erm...can i make some comments? i'm quite a regular writer and i do poetry...maybe i should post some of my doodle here and get some comments too. So anyway, I think your poems can do with a bit more imagery and play with words. I liked the acroustics alot though. Keep writing!
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Destination ------(c) Herself
The flower blooms only to wither
and the children play only to grow
The adults love only to hate
and the babies are born to winters
You enjoy the spring and summers gone,
Only to endure the whiteness of winter lawns.
Closing your eyes to shun the tears
Only to smile when your heart tears (as in rip--tear)
The wait for an end,
and longing to begin,
Endless circle of black.
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Fire (c) Herself
You're a match for me---
You're a match trapped in a body of flesh.
Flames may lick your soul, desperate at being held hostage
But your skin is inflammable.
I'm not sure what I want,
I'm not sure I know you;
I'm not sure if I am who I am
Or what you want me to be,
But I know what I don't want----
I don't want you.
I always said love for the adrenaline in your blood,
the giddiness to your head and
the bursting sensation in your heart,
But I don't want to hurt you----
Not you with the crystal heart.
I don't want to lead you on,
But I don't want to leave you alone;
I don't want to fall to the ground,
cos to get up is to haul up my too heavy 121 pounds. -
wow~
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yeah its good and angsty. But angst can be angrier. Anyone?Originally posted by Mazohyst:but you've got to admit it was artistic n creative. so nice n angsty. -
can you?