Somewhere beyond the sea
Wind different from the usual kind lives
Unlike most she hates making people's caps go away
Resents making the paper fly away with her mere touch
Crazy she/he is and most happily is busy in books
In her/his realm, empty from books is no corner, no nook
Books she plays with.
(I have lost touch in writing poems as haven't written one for quite a lot of time!)
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Oh! Blue bird.
Dear Members,
To Pensive*
Title:To A Blue bird In Flight.
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This blue bird I saw ,flying in haste,
Where are you gone?To pick a fight?
Violence in its wings and not in pensive flight,
You fly to an unknown destiny.
We all you know,so don't you be in haste.
V.Jayalakshmi
you make it hard, don't you,
to write for you
a poem based
on only the name
you provide me with
are you Indian?
maybe, I cannot tell
maybe for my ignorance
yet, but,
it is hard
to base a poem on a name
i have never met you
know nothing of you
but i must write for you
must write
a poem
based on only the name
you provide me with
imustwritewordstoprovetoyouiamapoetmusti?
~*Camille*~ a.k.a ~*teen-poet*~
Heh that's interesting.
Someone
Somewhere
Thought of awakening
A thread from its sound sleep
I wonder if
She has the same attitude towards
People
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I wonder why,
These flapping wings,
Keep flapping with all their zest!
Do they reflect a wisdom unknown,
Or what journey lies aheead!
Leaping and hopping like a frog now, but still have a long way to go before I get crowned as "King Frog"!
Clearly
doesn't like formality
thinks it's stifling
creativity maybe?
Still,
it depends on
the occasion
and knowing when
to
draw the line.
Umbreon Crouches
I didn't know what you were
but i liked that little guy
with rings around its tail
Google search reveals
it is pokemon
i thought those were all dead
at least vanquished by time and fad
please don't be offended
i am merely uneducated
in mysterious pokemon lore
lest you spray me with your poison sweat
and leave poor cellar door vanquished
by a Secret Umbreon
Carving lucky charms out of these hard luck bones
My dictionary speaks no more
my imagnation is blunted
in front of your cellar door
I stay amazed and enchanted
Love doesn't make the world go round,
love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
mmaria, you fascinate
your predecessors were also great
The more I fashion my imagination
around your persona, I stop and listen
for the slightest hint of fate
waiting at your well-worn gate.
The next time that I hear your name
I'll pay attention lest you claim
a supernatural ability
that warrants surreal pre-destiny.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
upon seeing the name alakungfu I thought
we had someone interested in martial arts but
instead found a person who wrote poetry -
the deep thoughtful poetry that reveals a man
rather than the childish prattlings too prevalent today
in a society gone sour. So when we decide
to wake and read the poetry we'll find that
not all talent is gone.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
ancient spirit
woodland beauty
sprite appears in waterfall
mist and light a halo
around her column of hair
she dances in a fairy ring by night
in the forest deep
sweet servant to
the king and queen
a shadow of a glimpse
left on the seeing orb
of humans
who are left to wonder what they saw
hello, blithe spirit, goodbye
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
On a coffee place, she sat sipping
a cup of coffee, she must be waiting.
Looked lovely in a plain black dress,
her silver hair danced as the trees hiss.
Sad? No, not necessarily but still...
although beautiful, it gave me a chill.
"Qimissung!" a rushing girl called out,
sat near her, and blew my cover out.
She turned to me, noticed my stare,
and my heart skipped a beat right there!
I bowed, and quickly continued my walk,
even though - with her - I wanted to talk.
When life gets hard... Laugh!
I like to get off with people too
Alas I'm not so good at it as you.
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