I don't appreciate poetry the way some people do. It doesn't get to me like other things. Some lyrics, quotes, etc. touch me, but poetry just hasn't ever been able to do it for me.
sadly, the good review came from the person who said this.
haha, yeah but that means i made someone who doesnt like poetry like my poetry. think about it,lol
ha, yeah i suppose.
nice save.
Henry Vaughan (1622 – 1695)
The Retreat
Happy those early days! when I
Shined in my angel infancy.
Before I understood this place
Appointed for my second race,
Or taught my soul to fancy aught
But a white, celestial thought;
When yet I had not walked above
A mile or two from my first love,
And looking back at that short space,
Could see a glimpse of His bright face;
When on some gilded cloud or flower
My gazing soul would dwell an hour,
And in those weaker glories spy
Some shadows of eternity;
Before I taught my tongue to wound
My conscience with a sinful sound,
Or had the black art to dispense,
A several sin to every sense,
But felt through all this fleshly dress
Bright shoots of everlastingness.
O, how I long to travel back,
And tread again that ancient track!
That I might once more reach that plain
Where first I left my glorious train,
From whence th' enlightened spirit sees
That shady city of palm trees.
But ah! my soul with too much stay
Is drunk, and staggers in the way.
Some men a forward motion love;
But I by backward steps would move,
And when this dust falls to the urn,
In that state I came, return.
make notes.
that's a pretty cool write
Heres a really stupid one I posted in someones blog while drunk (cookie for the one who knows where I posted it)
Making a cake for Elite
Why just today he made me a cake but got rather upset when I told him it was a lie.
Cryed he did but still a lie the cake remains and we agreed the cake was not a pie. Through all that pain and turmoil he endured making that cake and claiming it could fly still outside it rains and still I am yet to discover why.
So smashed that cake he did and the lie in which it holds Is it me or insane is he? thats the lie the cake witholds eating it is my destiny.
dont ask <_<
[Edited by Elite, 4/28/2008 5:09:34 PM]
you've got to be kidding me
may i know who made this?
Heres a really stupid one I posted in someones blog while drunk (cookie for the one who knows where I posted it)
Making a cake for Elite
Why just today he made me a cake but got rather upset when I told him it was a lie.
Cryed he did but still a lie the cake remains and we agreed the cake was not a pie. Through all that pain and turmoil he endured making that cake and claiming it could fly still outside it rains and still I am yet to discover why.
So smashed that cake he did and the lie in which it holds Is it me or insane is he? thats the lie the cake witholds eating it is my destiny.
dont ask <_<
[Edited by Elite, 4/28/2008 5:09:34 PM]
lmfao
that's great!
ahahaha
Heres a really stupid one I posted in someones blog while drunk (cookie for the one who knows where I posted it)
Making a cake for Elite
Why just today he made me a cake but got rather upset when I told him it was a lie.
Cryed he did but still a lie the cake remains and we agreed the cake was not a pie. Through all that pain and turmoil he endured making that cake and claiming it could fly still outside it rains and still I am yet to discover why.
So smashed that cake he did and the lie in which it holds Is it me or insane is he? thats the lie the cake witholds eating it is my destiny.
dont ask <_<
[Edited by Elite, 4/28/2008 5:09:34 PM]
That, is by far, the greatest poem I've ever heard.
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