ok so it`s the 11th
congratulations alakungfu.
you wins
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ok so it`s the 11th
congratulations alakungfu.
you wins
alone is a scary place to be
emptiness fills the muses void
fear of nothing, with nothing to fear
leading you places you`d rather avoid
searching, looking, wandering
through the dark cold...
again 2 more great poems:D
i`m almost scared to judge them:lol:
as for the due date let`s say, April....11th sound good??
great poem alakungfu, would have never suspected that one.
looking forward to judging this:D
wow.
thanks alot Pen, wasn`t expecting that.
haven`t been on in the longest time.
sorry for that.
ok um...so the next is
"a feather on my heart of lead"
words
roll
swiftly
off the tongue
so lucid a thought
to bad no one`s around to hear
what is missing?
a smile hides more than it shows
a shinning beacon for friends and strangers
but beneath those lips are jagged teeth
hateful, aggressive, longing for sorrow
a danger to all, but...
welcome to the boards
nice little piece, it`s kinda catchy.
looking forward to seeing more from you.
effort is such a trivial thing
as soon as it shows it head
gone
forever, or only a minute
i can never tell
though i would never want to
i hate that word
for i believe i hates me
it leaves me
pain dances in like an intimate friend
familiar and sadly comforting
lost in my own wick world of pretend
tear me from the smiles facade
let my pain show through
for all of them to see
give...
i like it
a reminder of all i learned in classes recently actually:idea:
in all honesty i can`t really put it into words, but i can try.
it`s a great expression of the ideas of the northern,...
thanks alot
more than anything that`s been in my mind, just in back bugging me when i try to sleep
so this really helped me relieve that pressure on myself and i`m glad you enjoyed it.
OK so they may not be too good
but i need to write something, and this was a great was to kill a few minutes.
as the last man falls
the universe breaths slowly
a sigh of relief
can one write of anything when everything is bland?
can one create beauty from the devils crooked hand?
can one completely know oneself without oneself complying?
can one live off of memories...
bump???
wow thanks guys
i think this is an older one
really surprised that it got more responses
greatly appreciated everyone:D
my dreams, fading
in all honesty this poem confuses me, but that`s because of my lack of language skills.
But i can see feeling went in to it ad that`s all poetry is to me so in that sense i love it.
all the lines...
it`s been a little tough getting back into poetry so i thought i`d write something before i went to sleep.
any opinions, comments or criticism is welcomed and encouraged.
it`s face is...
hopefully this isn`t to late
pen i completely agree. i`m alittle sad that this topic isn`t more active, but i`m glad i got to take part in it.
hopefully some more poets better than i can take part...
i really appreciate your honesty on this.
thanks, and hopefully i`ll be able to show you some of poems soon, i`d like to read more poetry as well, maybe i`ll check some out.
thanks again, it...
i still remember my last breath...
i don`t know exactly how it happened but i don`t seem to enjoy writing poetry at all anymore. I still enjoy reading poems and the like, but i miss writing my own, wondering if anyone has some ideas...
i wish i were a special boy
i yearn to be intriguing
i want to find that certain joy
to make my believing
i wish to be another man
one who isn`t meek
i wish i had a clever plan
but then i`d...
very dark and harshly written, truthful and haunting.
i especially love these lines....
"Made to live
Moulded by death
We are human."