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pink-tiger

Love in the Air
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    Your finally back.Welcome..... ^_^

    Hey I just found one of my very old poems. Here!

    ♥Sweet Love♥

    As spring comes
    Love arrives to our lives
    Your true love is discover

    As spring goes by
    Our love stays
    Our sweet love remains

    When the birds sing of joy
    Our hearts sing of happiness as well
    Our love is strong,our love is pure

    The sweetness of love is nice
    Its a wonderfull feeling
    The feeling of sweet love is special

    As cupid goes by and shoots his arrows
    Im shot with love
    A love that lasts forever

    Sweet love's like a perfume
    One that never fades
    And one that never wastes..

    And as love fills my soul
    I feel like a butterfly wondering by
    Watching the wonderfull flowers below

    As look down I see you there..smiling at me and my hearts fills with happyness
    And it feels like jumping out
    And I became happy to see you smiling at me

    And I thank cupid for shooting us
    For I know you love me as well
    Im happy we're together

    For this sweet love we feel is eternal
    And im happy its so..
    I know that I would have wanted to be with you forever..for our sweet love is forever..
     

    Manaphy1128

    We're Making Gods
    867
    Posts
    16
    Years
  • 0_0

    Your finally back.Welcome..... ^_^

    Hey I just found one of my very old poems. Here!

    ♥Sweet Love♥

    As spring comes
    Love arrives to our lives
    Your true love is discover

    As spring goes by
    Our love stays
    Our sweet love remains

    When the birds sing of joy
    Our hearts sing of happiness as well
    Our love is strong,our love is pure

    The sweetness of love is nice
    Its a wonderfull feeling
    The feeling of sweet love is special

    As cupid goes by and shoots his arrows
    Im shot with love
    A love that lasts forever

    Sweet love's like a perfume
    One that never fades
    And one that never wastes..

    And as love fills my soul
    I feel like a butterfly wondering by
    Watching the wonderfull flowers below

    As look down I see you there..smiling at me and my hearts fills with happyness
    And it feels like jumping out
    And I became happy to see you smiling at me

    And I thank cupid for shooting us
    For I know you love me as well
    Im happy we're together

    For this sweet love we feel is eternal
    And im happy its so..
    I know that I would have wanted to be with you forever..for our sweet love is forever..


    I'm sorry to say this, but this to sappy for my liking. It doesn't suck, I just do not like love poems unless they include some form of blood, pain, abuse, etc.
    I guess like this (And yeah, this is mine)

    Empty Memory

    One last hold of my hand
    One last drop of blood spilled
    One last chance for survival
    One last chance for anything

    Your grip lossens as I pull mine away
    And set off again
    I see the glimmer reflecting off the sun in your eye
    I know why it's there
    But my heart wouldn't be able to take it

    One last hold of my hand
    One last drop of blood spilled
    One last chance for survival
    One last chance for anything

    I walk alone
    Wondering everything
    About that one last time touching your skin
    It felt so nice
    And perfect
    But the world is falling apart
    Because of hate
    And tearing people apart

    One last hold of my hand
    One last drop of blood spilled
    One last chance for survival
    One last chance for anything

    I know you worry
    But that's just natural
    Maybe more then normal
    But I know it will be fine
    Puddle of tears collect on your windowsill
    And more start to fall
    Flowing off onto the carpet

    One last hold of my hand
    One last drop of blood spilled
    One last chance for survival
    One last chance for anything

    I take the cuts and slashes
    Knowing you're waiting back for me
    Knowing that you will die if I do first
    You will get the rope
    If someone comes back with bad news
    Tie it up
    If too much of my blood is spilled
    And wrap it around your neck
    If I never wake up again

    One last hold of my hand
    One last drop of blood spilled
    One last chance for survival
    One last chance for anything
     

    Shinji_

    Paul addicted
    624
    Posts
    17
    Years
  • Noone has posted in a while so i'm going to bring it back to life with a little poem

    Friends to enemies
    Pals to rivals
    People killing each other just for survival
    Friends at each others throat becuase theres no bread
    Friends killing each other becuse theres no water

    These people are giving each other a horrible slaughter
    but to thing they were once friends playing togeather
    but the things people do when they dont get there way
    it really hurts its a grave pain
    that is why you choose your friends wise
    becuase who knows what theyll do only to survivie
     

    pink-tiger

    Love in the Air
    1,522
    Posts
    19
    Years
  • Well here's a topic, since its club it need to to live!!!!

    Do you guys think its important for it to rhyme?

    Cause I think poems can be great with or without rhying.
     

    Manaphy1128

    We're Making Gods
    867
    Posts
    16
    Years
  • Well here's a topic, since its club it need to to live!!!!

    Do you guys think its important for it to rhyme?

    Cause I think poems can be great with or without rhying.

    *stands stiff* AHven't we already said this?

    Anyway, no. I know some good freeverses.


    Cold Rugud Pavement

    Layer after layer
    Of cloth between my fingers
    I hold on so much longer
    Curling and un-curling my fist
    I notice you
    Walking on this rainy day

    I wanna know
    Is everything alright?
    This rain
    Does it numb you like it does to me?
    Is there pain
    That you're hiding?
    From my reach
    From my thoughts

    Lightning crashes
    Around us both
    You keep heading off
    Into the nowhere
    Where your heart wants you to roam
    I continue to stare wondering a question
    On my mind

    I wanna know
    Did someone's words hurt you too much?
    I wanna carry on like nothing happened
    But not until I see that your fine
    I want to make sure you are just great
    I want to know of your pain

    Sit yourself down
    On the pavement
    Like your waiting for a car
    To come by
    I still don't know
    What to do
    Should I say something
    Should I wait
    Should I go
    And not watch what happens next?

    I wanna know what is on
    Your mind
    Inside your head
    I need your reassuring
    It's okay
    I'm just fine

    Drenched
    To your skin
    Still waiting
    I'm still scared stiff
    What has become of that
    Beautiful smile of yours
    The corner of sunshine
    Radiant to everyone
    Wanting to know the truth

    I want you to tell me
    When something horrible has happened
    I wanna know the real truth in
    Your cherry red rimmed eyes
    I wanna know you are good
    And right

    I don't care how much
    You hate me for this
    I don't want
    Any excuses
    I need you to come
    To me first
    I need the everything
    I wanna help you
    But you won't open
    And I'm not going to
    Break down your barriers

    Open yourself
    Before a car opens your skull
    I want the world to know you
    Are regular
    In mood

    I wanna know
    The truth
    No more lies
    No more false
    Nothing but
    The realism
    Of your kind

    I start my walk towards you
    I hear a blaring sound before me
    I run fast
    Almost tripping on the pavement
    Too slow
    And
    CRASH
    ***********************************************
     

    Rena Ryuugu

    はぅ〜
    1,402
    Posts
    17
    Years
  • Hullo all.

    Manaphy1128 told me to join this clubbeh a while ago... So... Here I am. A little late, but... ^ ^;;

    So here's one of my poems.

    Hate

    What is love, really?
    When you hug?
    When you kiss?
    Or is it when you feel attraction to another person
    even though
    they don't feel attracted to you?

    Or is it maybe
    something tangible?
    Something you can wrap and
    give as a gift.
    Something you can
    touch.

    Or could it be something to kill for?
    Would you kill to love?
    Would you die to love?

    Or maybe, you, yourself, are love.
    You're the love that you give,
    the love that you get,
    the love everywhere.

    Or maybe love isn't real.

    And only hate exists.
     

    Manaphy1128

    We're Making Gods
    867
    Posts
    16
    Years
  • Yes, you should have come earlier. 10 POINTS OFF! *shot*

    I really like the poem . It really expresses your description of this world. Yeah, I suck at this.

    Mirror

    Losing strentgh
    And losing at my own game
    Running faster now
    Trying to escape my fate

    It's probably
    Just around the corner
    Too bad this world is round
    Hiding in shadows alike

    So much for helping me today
    Standing so stiff
    Rigid as stone and the like

    Finally
    Come over, please help me
    Another sick twisted dream
    Or is this outlandish thing real?
    Such a peril
    In disstress
    Danger
    And hiding heart
    To strike and rip it out
    Holding on to my last regret
    ********************************
     

    Manaphy1128

    We're Making Gods
    867
    Posts
    16
    Years
  • Why is this thing always almost dead or in-active? I don't know.

    Short poem:

    Two Days Ago​

    Let me go, let me out, let me be, let me die
    Let me be free, just do not, let me down
    In my head I'm falling
    Pity blame
    Such atrosous words
    So profound
    Aggnorant little
    No I won't even go there
    Sacrifices must be made
    AI have last regret
    ;Don't die now​

    Sorry if anything is spelt wrong...
     

    pink-tiger

    Love in the Air
    1,522
    Posts
    19
    Years
  • Why is this thing always almost dead or in-active? I don't know.

    Short poem:

    Two Days Ago​

    Let me go, let me out, let me be, let me die
    Let me be free, just do not, let me down
    In my head I'm falling
    Pity blame
    Such atrosous words
    So profound
    Aggnorant little
    No I won't even go there
    Sacrifices must be made
    AI have last regret
    ;Don't die now​

    Sorry if anything is spelt wrong...

    Aww this poem brings the word hope into my mind.Well the last sentence,
    ;Don't die now
    It reminds me of someone telling you not to give up on hope. ^_^
     

    Manaphy1128

    We're Making Gods
    867
    Posts
    16
    Years
  • As always, I'm almost always the person who post every other post. Why, I do not know.

    By the way, this is the shortest poem i have ever written, but i guess the message is someting to think about..("WAIT, WHAT?")

    Steep Hill​

    I burnt my own
    Heart to ashes.

    Fight fire with fire,
    I fought fire with water.
    I cheat the world,
    Who cheated us first.​
     

    pink-tiger

    Love in the Air
    1,522
    Posts
    19
    Years
  • The reason why this clubs almost dead its cause the originall owner hasent come in here.Even though im also an owner. ^_^

    Thats a very good poem, even though its short.Good job. ^_^
     

    Manaphy1128

    We're Making Gods
    867
    Posts
    16
    Years
  • It is still a dead place around here, always is. So,

    Bridge​

    Why can't I save you?
    I thought I was supposed to.
    isn't this what you want?
    Am I on the bridge between me and myself?

    Sincerity,
    It's worthless.
    They never can keep their promise.
    I won't buy into it.
    I never will.

    Am I the on who's worthless?
    What have I become?
    Seeing my reflection.
    Seeing I'm fading.​


    By the way, the original li9ne for the line "Bridge between" was diffrent.
     

    pink-tiger

    Love in the Air
    1,522
    Posts
    19
    Years
  • It is still a dead place around here, always is. So,

    Bridge​

    Why can't I save you?
    I thought I was supposed to.
    isn't this what you want?
    Am I on the bridge between me and myself?

    Sincerity,
    It's worthless.
    They never can keep their promise.
    I won't buy into it.
    I never will.

    Am I the on who's worthless?
    What have I become?
    Seeing my reflection.
    Seeing I'm fading.​


    By the way, the original li9ne for the line "Bridge between" was diffrent.

    Really? 0_0

    I would post a poem but im not good at them so I wont even try. >_<

    If I try itll take me a night to write.
     

    Shinji_

    Paul addicted
    624
    Posts
    17
    Years
  • BLERGH @_@ Sorry i've been away I go to a boarding school and they're is barely anytime for computer =/ my mom is buying me a laptop for christmas though so i'll be more active.
     

    Manaphy1128

    We're Making Gods
    867
    Posts
    16
    Years
  • Yet another time to showcase my crap-I mean, poetry. yeah.

    Roses​

    And well,
    The greatest thing in life is wondering why.
    Why do we exist.
    Oh and I think I have an answer,
    Right here on the tip of my tounge.

    You see,
    No one knows what is enough,
    There are more poems to write,
    So many songs to sing,
    More drawings to be drawn,
    So many more people to blame.
    And you know your life is ending when you think
    You experienced a lifetime.
    And the ending for me is not near.

    And my next concern is what happens here,
    Finding out mysteries we can.
    Is there really coincedence and accidents-
    Or just Hitzuen, as quoted?
    So many more wonders to let them sink in.
    Waiting to be answered.

    And the best thing about this planet,
    Is being a kid.
    The happiest-
    Or most depressing.
    Your sucked into the crazy things people do,
    And maybe you treat it lightly.
    That's what being one is about.
    Not knowing,
    Always wondering.
    That's how you grow up,
    And that's how the world works,
    And that is what life is about.
    Oh and don't forget those life lessons.

    "What, your paper has a rip?
    And your just going to throw it away?
    Is that what you do to humans too-
    They aren't not complete, so you just trash them?
    You think this world should be a pefect place?
    Well gosh honey,
    Not even Heaven is.
    And you will make sure what you use is the best one you know?
    Well I'll let you ponder on this."
     
    I like that Manaphy1128, and I don't think its crap...Here's an old one I wrote seven years ago...(note I don't think it's that good but tell me what you think)



    First day we met, seems just like yesterday.
    It's been so long since we've known each other.
    No one can take our great friendship away!
    Hopefully we can stay best friends forever.

    You are always a friend and a sister to me.
    We have lot's of fun I'll never forget!
    Yet, we never fight nor we disagree.
    Our friendship is like a golden sunset.

    We've been friends for fifteen long, long years.
    A best friend is someone who's always there.
    If we became enemies I'd have tears.
    No matter what happens, you'll always care.
    When we get older, we will never forget.
    And yet, I am so grateful that we met!
     

    Manaphy1128

    We're Making Gods
    867
    Posts
    16
    Years
  • I really liked it.(Keep in mind, I like most friendshipr poetry because I can't write them.)
    MAKE IT DEEPER!(Because I can;t do that either)
    Done with my ramblins, this is like, my poetry dumpage.

    This is a poem for a contest on a Poetry site. So, boom boom. And I really don't think any of my poetry us good. I just realized my bloody poems were so naive and stupid compared to todays work.

    Reflection​

    They do it with mirrors
    They do it with glass.
    They do it to see if they look nice.
    Just don't stand there for too long,
    Concieted girl.

    I look in the ocean,
    And the nearby pond.
    I gaze and think whatever happend,
    Why is this water dirty.

    I look towards my window,
    Washed out with rain.
    When I look in it,
    The liquid falling makes me look
    As if I'm crying.

    They do it with mirrors
    They do it with glass.
    They don't really how to reflect.​
     
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