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    Serivor posted on Jun 16, 2008 10:35:04 PM - Report post
     
    quote:
    originally posted by Dhampy

    quote:
    originally posted by Serivor

    An endless void of despair
    I thought I would forever drift endlessly
    Then I gazed into your eyes
    I knew then where my destiny lies
    For your beauty shall hold me till the end of time
    Entranced by you I felt the world melt away and then we were all but one
    Then as I dared to close my eyes
    I saw that you were gone
    Then the shadows swept upon me
    The world was so dark with out your light *without is one word
    Were you but a dream....?
    --->I cant find you try all I might<----- * this whole sentence
    Il never give in * you forgot the i
    there will be no end to my fight

    It's poetry, not prose.

    i don't like mistakes
    haha

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    PWitcher posted on Jun 16, 2008 10:50:20 PM - Report post
     
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    originally posted by jane29

    Untitled
    I live in a house,
    This house has its lock unlocked,
    Making anyone and anything able to enter,
    Good or bad, I do not know,
    They come as surprises,
    I could not take it anymore,
    I was sick of the surprises,
    I decided I would lock that door,
    However, I could not,
    Every time I get closer, the door goes further away,
    I start to run,
    And run,
    And run,
    And run,
    Nevertheless, it does not help,
    Nothing helps,
    I am losing hope,
    “I can’t do it anymore,” I said to myself,
    I am tired of running,
    I am tired of those surprises,
    I made a decision,
    I am going to set myself free from this house,
    I will not even bother locking the door,
    I am going to leave,
    Leave everything behind,
    Burn that house of memories,
    And build a new one.



    Untitled
    It feels like I am in a box,
    This box is filled with everything I hate and hide from,
    This is my nightmare,
    A nightmare I dream everyday,
    I always have that hope one day I will wake up from this nightmare,
    One day I did wake up,
    I realized this nightmare was reality,
    I do not want to dream nightmares,
    I want to dream dreams,

    Couldn't think of a last line for this one.

    This Untitled first one is good one, I like it

     
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    assassincreed posted on Jun 18, 2008 4:19:57 AM - Report post
     
    The Bard?s Tale



    Not very far from where we now sit
    A young man lived who was full of wit.
    Clean and strong he was by God?s grace
    ?twas said there was not fear he?d not face.
    Call it chance or fate, or what?er you may,
    But there came to him a glorious day
    When his heart found his first love true.
    He swore that for?er he would love her
    And if ever in his life it were to occur
    He?d gladly lay down his life in her place.
    Then before her answer, at her female pace,
    (Which needless to say was quite awhile.
    Of this I speak with a sideways smile.)
    A fierce dragon to their kingdom did come,
    And slay the girl whose heart he?d won.
    Sorrow struck and pierced his heart,
    But as the weeks passed, they apart
    Fierce anger did burn deep in his soul
    And his mind and reason it did pull,
    ?till at last he sought the dragon to face.
    He entered it?s lair-a hideous place
    And prepared for battle unto death,
    To avenge alast his dear sweet Beth.
    The dragon charged. He stood with no fear.
    As the beast past he struck with spear.
    The dragon turned to face the lad
    And slashed and wounded our hero.
    ?tis sad that from the lair he did retreat.
    That an early death he?d no meet.
    Short paces from the dragon?s lair
    He came across a lovely unicorn mare
    ?Oh mare,? he cried. His voice a gasp,
    ?Let not my life escape my grasp!
    I must avenge the death of my love
    Before I return to my God above.
    Oh pure creature give magic to me!?
    Some would say he?d paid his fee,
    But the unicorn here did not.
    She stood awhile in the same spot
    Watching this pitiful man?a sight?
    Mutter of the final day of fight
    When vengeance would alast be his?
    Ignorant of what honor truly is.
    ?My poor mortal,? she answered back,
    ?It?s not the magic of courage you lack,
    But in blindness you refuse to see
    Just how vital knowledge can be.
    ?Tis not glory or honor that you seek
    But the true peace of those who?re meek.?
    Then with motion from shoulder to horn,
    Without ever showing a portion of scorn,
    She healed him and then went her way
    To return later on yet another day.
    He tried to thank her, but she was gone.

    Starting then early at very next dawn
    He studied the way of the ancient dragon.
    That with Wisdom wrought he?d move on.
    He consulted master of every kind
    To open his eyes and sharpen his mind.
    Then with knowledge and courage anew,
    He withstood the challenge face by few,
    But this time as a young lad no more
    For by learning, he?s passed the door
    That leads not all boys to manhood
    In the way that all lads really should.
    He faced again that horrible beast
    Of an hundred cubits length at least
    And in a fit of confidence so large
    He waited not for demon to charge.
    With speed of which I may not jest
    He found it?s weak spot in it?s chest
    And with lance did he stop it?s heart.
    And then from him, did vengeance part.

    But on revenge resides a bitter edge
    And this tore through his soul as a wedge.
    For now that the mighty dragon was gone,
    His heart he felt, love could not spawn.
    Lonely were the days that did follow
    For his soul it felt, had been hollowed
    In anguish he sought again the unicorn,
    Starting his journey on wintery mourn.
    He started with hope and tattered pride
    With desire from his true God to hide.
    The first town in which he stayed
    He came across a beautiful young maid.
    Though her father wished them to marry
    He felt that there he should not tarry.
    He left the lovely young maid behind
    Without a though of paying her mind.
    ?Next town found him the same place,
    With young maid?s father granting grace
    But again he depart and went his way
    And stayed there not even another day.
    And so it went through the rest of his life
    But never did he find way to end his strife.
    Yet in almost every single town he stayed
    He met at least one beautiful young maid
    Whose father granted they could marry
    If he would but there awhile tarry.
    Leaving with the thought??Twas not to be
    The man?s a simple fool if one asks me.
    Because one day he did die all alone
    Far away from his parent?s home.
    Only a unicorn mare came to his grave
    Wishing that he?d seen the gift she gave.
    I can?t help but wonder her thoughts ,
    As beneath the earth he sits and rots,
    For all the hopes of love she gave him
    During that final part of his life so dim.
    ?Twas not her horn that ?scaped his death
    Only it was, his undying love of Beth.
    The unicorn?s magic came from this
    And granted him the true wish of his,
    That her love did ?round him glow
    And unto maids and father?s show.
    This was the unicorn?s magical gift,
    That fate?d have him away from drift.

    What good is knowledge if not shared?
    For no one has ever had cause to care
    To simply think that you know it,
    While outwardly you never show it.
    Unused knowledge is as stale bread:
    It takes up space, but none are fed.
    In knowledge the only foolish abides
    In the parts of the unused mind.
    Heed my words, my gentle friends,
    May by this, you never meet your end.
    This is the voice of experience, I say,
    For in my life there did come a day
    When one was able to give me her love
    As granted to almost from God above.
    Unjustly from her love, did I turn.
    In anger, not love, did my heart burn.
    And from that I nearly lost my life,
    By my own hands in bitter strife.
    (Look not my face: I do not cry;
    Although there?re times I lie.)
    I knowledge I need to live was in me
    If only I?d taken the time to see.
    Remember my tale from this day hence,
    For it is the voice of experience.
     
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    Serivor posted on Jun 19, 2008 2:14:59 PM - Report post
     
    This song by Iron Maiden was written from the poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. The song is basically a summary of everything in the poem.

    Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
    See his eye as he stops one of three
    Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
    Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.

    And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
    Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale.

    Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
    To a place where nobodys been
    Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
    Hailed in gods name, hoping good luck it brings.

    And the ship sails on, back to the north
    Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on.

    The mariner kills the bird of good omen
    His shipmates cry against what hes done
    But when the fog clears, they justify him
    And make themselves a part of the crime.

    Sailing on and on and north across the sea
    Sailing on and on and north til all is calm.

    The albatross begins with its vengeance
    A terrible curse a thirst has begun
    His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner
    About his neck, the dead bird is hung.

    And the curse goes on and on at sea
    And the curse goes on and on for them and me.

    day after day, day after day,
    We stuck nor breath nor motion
    As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
    Water, water everywhere and
    All the boards did shrink
    Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink.

    There calls the mariner
    There comes a ship over the line
    But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide.

    See...onward she comes
    Onward she nears out of the sun
    See, she has no crew
    She has no life, wait but heres two.

    Death and she life in death,
    They throw their dice for the crew
    She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now.
    Then...crew one by one
    They drop down dead, two hundred men
    She...she, life in death.
    She lets him live, her chosen one.

    one after one by the star dogged moon,
    Too quick for groan or sigh
    Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
    And cursed me with his eye
    Four times fifty living men
    (and I heard nor sigh nor groan)
    With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
    They dropped down one by one.

    The curse it lives on in their eyes
    The mariner wished hed die
    Along with the sea creatures
    But they lived on, so did he.

    And by the light of the moon
    He prays for their beauty not doom
    With heart he blesses them
    Gods creatures all of them too.

    Then the spell starts to break
    The albatross falls from his neck
    Sinks down like lead into the sea
    Then down in falls comes the rain.

    Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
    See them stir and they start to rise
    Bodies lifted by good spirits
    None of them speak and theyre lifelesss in their eyes

    And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
    Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.

    Now the curse is finally lifted
    And the mariner sights his home
    Spirits go fromhe long dead bodies
    Form their own light and the mariners left alone.

    And then a boat came sailing towards him
    It was a joy he could not believe
    The pilots boat, his son and the hermit,
    Penance of life will fall onto him.

    And the ship sinks like lead into the sea
    And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins.

    The mariners bound to tell of his story
    To tell this tale wherever he goes
    To teach gods word by his own example
    That we must love all things thaat God made.

    And the wedding guests a sad and wiser man
    And the tale goes on and on and on.
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    Chingy42007 posted on Jun 19, 2008 2:19:54 PM - Report post
     
    It's not mine, but it's a good representation of the very essence of poverty-stricken, third world countries.

    The skin cracks like a pod
    There never is enough water.

    Imagine the drip of it,
    the small splash, echo
    in a tin mug,
    the voice of a kindly god.

    Sometimes, the sudden rush
    of fortune. The municipal pipe bursts,
    silver crashes to the ground
    and the flow has found
    a roar of tongues. From the huts,
    a congregation : every man woman
    child for streets around
    butts in, with pots,
    brass, copper, aluminium,
    plastic buckets,
    frantic hands,

    and naked children
    screaming in the liquid sun,
    their highlights polished to perfection,
    flashing light,
    as the blessing sings
    over their small bones.

    ~ Imtiaz Dharker

    This poem has remained my favourite for a long time now.
     
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    Serivor posted on Jun 19, 2008 2:21:56 PM - Report post
     
    quote:
    originally posted by Chingy42007

    It's not mine, but it's a good representation of the very essence of poverty-stricken, third world countries.

    The skin cracks like a pod
    There never is enough water.

    Imagine the drip of it,
    the small splash, echo
    in a tin mug,
    the voice of a kindly god.

    Sometimes, the sudden rush
    of fortune. The municipal pipe bursts,
    silver crashes to the ground
    and the flow has found
    a roar of tongues. From the huts,
    a congregation : every man woman
    child for streets around
    butts in, with pots,
    brass, copper, aluminium,
    plastic buckets,
    frantic hands,

    and naked children
    screaming in the liquid sun,
    their highlights polished to perfection,
    flashing light,
    as the blessing sings
    over their small bones.

    ~ Imtiaz Dharker

    This poem has remained my favourite for a long time now.

    I've never heard that one, but it's very well written and has a serious concept behind it.

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    Chingy42007 posted on Jun 19, 2008 2:26:46 PM - Report post
     
    There's a very real sense of divinity in that poem, as if it was written under the influence of a holy being. And that's what I like - you rarely see poems nowadays with that sort of concept behind it.

    Also, the way she's blended the divinity concept into some key aspects of imagery is also very appealing to read. I never tire of this poem.
     
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    Serivor posted on Jun 19, 2008 2:41:27 PM - Report post
     
    Yes, I understand what you mean. I'm going to save that one to my computer. When was it written? If you know.
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