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I'll join. I love poems... Specially the death/goth/gory/emo ones. ^^ ~
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Well you can make one and post them here. ^_^ I will post a new one soon.Im glad you liked it though Shinji_
Midori Chi
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I remember that one, sissy. It's kinda sad...;_;
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Well you can make one and post them here. ^_^ I will post a new one soon.Im glad you liked it though Shinji_
I don't share my poems. They aren't good enough to be published.
Manaphy1128
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Since my sudden "breakthrough" with poems, I decided thety could MAYBE ALMOST quaify as good. Hopefully I will be welcomed into this club.
(Starts to sing,
"We are the Winx,We are the Winx,come join the club, We are the Winx!)
Here is a favorite of mine:
Gravity
Like gravity it's a force
Pulling me farther down this choice of mine
Try to free yourself
And it doesn't work for you
Well bleed me dry again
And over again
Until nothing stands in my place
Help rid my pain
Bleed me out of my skin
Try and fail to stop me as always could it be true
That I hurt whose around me
Bleed them pale and left for dead
Liquid flows from injection of myself
Well bleed me dry again
And over again
Until nothing stands and will never stand in my place
Help rid my pain
Bleed me out of my skin
Don't try again you'll waste this minute
Help bleed me dry and bleed inside
Dry of blood and soul
I rise again
(Starts to sing,
"We are the Winx,We are the Winx,come join the club, We are the Winx!)
Here is a favorite of mine:
Gravity
Like gravity it's a force
Pulling me farther down this choice of mine
Try to free yourself
And it doesn't work for you
Well bleed me dry again
And over again
Until nothing stands in my place
Help rid my pain
Bleed me out of my skin
Try and fail to stop me as always could it be true
That I hurt whose around me
Bleed them pale and left for dead
Liquid flows from injection of myself
Well bleed me dry again
And over again
Until nothing stands and will never stand in my place
Help rid my pain
Bleed me out of my skin
Don't try again you'll waste this minute
Help bleed me dry and bleed inside
Dry of blood and soul
I rise again
Richard Lynch
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Manaphy, I liked it!
This is the absolute first poem I wrote... and the only one to actually be published through my school. It has the best rhyme scheme of all my poems, I think, but my wording is a trifle off. It's still a fun poem either way, and is essentially an ode to Lewis Carrol (one of three Carrol Odes I've written). It's a bit longer, so beware. It's called...
The Tragic Tale of Bob the Fly
The air was crisp, the sun was hot,
The rays beat down with glee.
And Bob the fly did scarcely know
How happy he could be.
Because his mother would not let
Him be completely free.
But one fine day Bob was quite sure
He'd get his mother fine.
And Bob was right, to some extent:
His mother had a sign.
"Don't go to the spider Simon,
He sits there by the pine!"
"If you were to go ask his name,"
His mother did define,
"He'd eat you up in half a sec!
He'd find your taste divine!"
And as Bob traveled out the door,
He thought his mom malign.
Bob was blissful to be aweigh,
He flew atop the skies!
He was amazed to see, today,
All of the friendly flies!
And he could not sit still at all,
Despite his eager tries.
He came to a breach in the road,
And he could barely see
The pine hidden so very well
Through all the dark debris.
And this was when his sight was lost
And some voice came to be.
"Come here, my friend, it is so nice
To see a brand new face!
Come here, and we will talk a bit,
A tryst we shall embrace!
Are you hungry? I'm just to eat!
Come here, there's too much space!"
Bob the fly had just left his home
With not a bite to eat.
He was touched to find a stranger
Would give him such a treat.
So Bob flew down into the pine
As not to show conceit.
He found his way into the dark,
And followed that sweet voice
Urging him ever deeper down,
As if he had no choice.
And when attacked, Bob saw his fault,
But Simon did rejoice.
"Do not eat me!" Bob did beseech,
And Simon said with joy:
"Don't fear, young fly, don't think this as
Another trick of Troy!"
And with that said, Bob did relax,
Certain it not a ploy.
"I told you so!" Simon did say,
Throwing down his fork.
Bob was lying in front of him,
With not a sign of torque.
And Simon could not help but think:
Bob tasted just like pork.
This is the absolute first poem I wrote... and the only one to actually be published through my school. It has the best rhyme scheme of all my poems, I think, but my wording is a trifle off. It's still a fun poem either way, and is essentially an ode to Lewis Carrol (one of three Carrol Odes I've written). It's a bit longer, so beware. It's called...
The Tragic Tale of Bob the Fly
The air was crisp, the sun was hot,
The rays beat down with glee.
And Bob the fly did scarcely know
How happy he could be.
Because his mother would not let
Him be completely free.
But one fine day Bob was quite sure
He'd get his mother fine.
And Bob was right, to some extent:
His mother had a sign.
"Don't go to the spider Simon,
He sits there by the pine!"
"If you were to go ask his name,"
His mother did define,
"He'd eat you up in half a sec!
He'd find your taste divine!"
And as Bob traveled out the door,
He thought his mom malign.
Bob was blissful to be aweigh,
He flew atop the skies!
He was amazed to see, today,
All of the friendly flies!
And he could not sit still at all,
Despite his eager tries.
He came to a breach in the road,
And he could barely see
The pine hidden so very well
Through all the dark debris.
And this was when his sight was lost
And some voice came to be.
"Come here, my friend, it is so nice
To see a brand new face!
Come here, and we will talk a bit,
A tryst we shall embrace!
Are you hungry? I'm just to eat!
Come here, there's too much space!"
Bob the fly had just left his home
With not a bite to eat.
He was touched to find a stranger
Would give him such a treat.
So Bob flew down into the pine
As not to show conceit.
He found his way into the dark,
And followed that sweet voice
Urging him ever deeper down,
As if he had no choice.
And when attacked, Bob saw his fault,
But Simon did rejoice.
"Do not eat me!" Bob did beseech,
And Simon said with joy:
"Don't fear, young fly, don't think this as
Another trick of Troy!"
And with that said, Bob did relax,
Certain it not a ploy.
"I told you so!" Simon did say,
Throwing down his fork.
Bob was lying in front of him,
With not a sign of torque.
And Simon could not help but think:
Bob tasted just like pork.
Manaphy1128
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Good one. It kinda reminds me of (I think and I can nver remember) Shel Silverstein? Oh never mind...
Opened through The Heart and Soul
Cut through my soul en-twined with pain
If you can't then we're open game
What is rightfully done
Is the truth
And nothing but it
Be the one they want you to be
And you still mess up everything
There is proof right there
That you're weak and weakening too
Opening the open wound
Is hard work and pain all at ounce
Is it over when it begins yet?
It's all over so soon
Shortened everything to one litle thing
And what we call hope
Is called Hell
Opened through The Heart and Soul
Cut through my soul en-twined with pain
If you can't then we're open game
What is rightfully done
Is the truth
And nothing but it
Be the one they want you to be
And you still mess up everything
There is proof right there
That you're weak and weakening too
Opening the open wound
Is hard work and pain all at ounce
Is it over when it begins yet?
It's all over so soon
Shortened everything to one litle thing
And what we call hope
Is called Hell
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pink-tiger
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Those poemsa are good. ^_^
Good job you two. Umm sissy sad?Wow...hehehehe
Good job you two. Umm sissy sad?Wow...hehehehe
Manaphy1128
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I saved this thread from death! ("You know someone would do it anyway!")
The Unseen Future
It's not my fault
It never is
But here I go saying that's false
A better life
A better time
You'd better die
Before that's all over
Out of reach
Out of time
I can't breathe any longer
Can you teach me how to
Dream in black and white
Before I go
I'm paralyzed
Set in to stone already
A better life
A better time
You'd better die
Before that's all over
Out of reach
Out of time
I can't breathe any longer
Try as you always do
I'm starting to sink into nothing
Try and rescue me
Can you not?
Can you try?
Before it's all over
A better life
A better time
You'd better die
Before that's all over
Out of reach
Out of time
I can't breathe any longer
In the end
I'm here no more
I can't say a word
Ever clear
And stained with blood
A crow sits on my window sill
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The Unseen Future
It's not my fault
It never is
But here I go saying that's false
A better life
A better time
You'd better die
Before that's all over
Out of reach
Out of time
I can't breathe any longer
Can you teach me how to
Dream in black and white
Before I go
I'm paralyzed
Set in to stone already
A better life
A better time
You'd better die
Before that's all over
Out of reach
Out of time
I can't breathe any longer
Try as you always do
I'm starting to sink into nothing
Try and rescue me
Can you not?
Can you try?
Before it's all over
A better life
A better time
You'd better die
Before that's all over
Out of reach
Out of time
I can't breathe any longer
In the end
I'm here no more
I can't say a word
Ever clear
And stained with blood
A crow sits on my window sill
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pink-tiger
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Nice, its kinda sad though. >_<
But good.
But good.
Midori Chi
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Ooh. Me likes, Manaphy-chan. ^_^ Good!
Topic: Do you prefer rhyming or not rhyming?
Topic: Do you prefer rhyming or not rhyming?
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Ooh. Me likes, Manaphy-chan. ^_^ Good!
Topic: Do you prefer rhyming or not rhyming?
Sorry for not being on, school has been okay...As for the topic I prefer not rhyming because to me it's easier, but that's just me
pink-tiger
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Hello! so no new poems? 0_0
Manaphy1128
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Ooh. Me likes, Manaphy-chan. ^_^ Good!
Topic: Do you prefer rhyming or not rhyming?
You like emo poems...?
And I absoloutelu hate ryming. it's so annoying.
This Rain Shall Fall on You
Cyclone cuts
And poisin dust
Everything
Can be used for some function
You don't understand
I thought you wouldn't
And I knew right
You're so pretictable
Keep up the fight
You see in black and white
Maybe that's right
Birds of a feather
Crooked wings
Represent war and sometimes blood
Pointing at me will do no good
You're just pointing three fingers back at yourself
Taken this is in account
I won't stay long
Tattered and torn
Keep up the fight
You see in black and white
Maybe that's right
Birds of a feather
Crooked wings
Represent war and sometimes blood
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I like that one a lot Manaphy1128.
Manaphy1128
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I like that one a lot Manaphy1128.
You like emo too?
By the way, this poem is for you people who shot anything for fun. It's a point of veiw type poem.
Break
Flying free and get shot down
With a gun with bullets
The speed of light
No one even knows exactly
Why they do it
Falling down faster now
Everythings a blur as blood flows out
Thinking why you have to end this way
Is it for their enjoyment
Or is it just your luck
Or maybe even true that you have a purpose
Smash into the ground
And then blackness
And silence
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pink-tiger
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Nice, I wish Midori would post one.
Manaphy1128
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This is alittle weird, so bear that in mind while reading:
So Be It
As the light crashes down
Like in slow motion
Glass scatters around
One even stabbing me
Twitch in pain
I feel insane
I love this
You just stand there
My eye opening and closing uncontrollably
You blink, un-moving
Do nothinmg to save
You're absoloutely wasted
As I see
Your eyes train on the red
Collapsing over pale peach
Me still flinching at every blink
You try to move
But your stuck like glue
I hate you
I love you
I wish this wasn't this way
Moving to my knee's
You almost look like your pleased
I scowl at your face
That I want to wipe away
You make a move again
Moving just an inch
Silence is deafning
Then you finally run
Moving towards the window and smashing it open
Grbbing a shard
And blind cutting me
Slashes everywhere
And you leave me to die here
So Be It
As the light crashes down
Like in slow motion
Glass scatters around
One even stabbing me
Twitch in pain
I feel insane
I love this
You just stand there
My eye opening and closing uncontrollably
You blink, un-moving
Do nothinmg to save
You're absoloutely wasted
As I see
Your eyes train on the red
Collapsing over pale peach
Me still flinching at every blink
You try to move
But your stuck like glue
I hate you
I love you
I wish this wasn't this way
Moving to my knee's
You almost look like your pleased
I scowl at your face
That I want to wipe away
You make a move again
Moving just an inch
Silence is deafning
Then you finally run
Moving towards the window and smashing it open
Grbbing a shard
And blind cutting me
Slashes everywhere
And you leave me to die here
Midori Chi
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Hai, just not too emo ones. ^.^
I read all 3. Good again. =D
As for me, I don't mind either way. I find rhyming fun, as well as not rhyming.
I read all 3. Good again. =D
As for me, I don't mind either way. I find rhyming fun, as well as not rhyming.
Wow! This Club got Active I forgot about it becuase I accidently took it out my Sig time to Replace it. Really Nice poem Manaphy and welcome to the club, sorry that I didnt welcome you earlier. Also, I apooligize for that little squabble we had before.