NoBaka
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Olympic Fencer in Training
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Post by NoBaka on Oct 23, 2003 10:58:30 GMT -5
. . . Beautiful.
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Post by The dark prince on Oct 23, 2003 15:46:15 GMT -5
can't break me noby and this will die
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Post by SummerWolf on Nov 3, 2003 0:09:01 GMT -5
Too bad it's not. Not just yet anyway.
I don't know if this is a poem. It...just came out, just these images that keep popping into my head. It doesn't even make sentences. -_-;;; But I like it, so there ya go.
Bare branches Drying leaves The still air as cold as death. Horns honking Songs playing The silent faces of people walking by. A boy running A girl with her stuffed toys Snowflakes falling slowly from the sky. Wispy dust Gloved hands Candles lit behind glass windows. Shuffling feet Graffiti on the walls The creaking of the school bus’s wheels. Snow falling Leaves bursting green The girl with her stuffed toys looked outside Running into the chill air.
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synthetic
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Princess of Mamkutes
All-american cynical trash/dominatrix queen/East Coast bitch
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Post by synthetic on Nov 3, 2003 20:49:01 GMT -5
Poetry is words that try to convey (sp?) feeling. It's one long sentence with no punctation. (By technical definition, but it's not like I follow rules.)
Just feelings, it's too difficult to do so, but poets try and they may fail, but not completely. Some may even succeed at capturing the emotion into a cage of words, so people can feel those feelings too.
Beautiful. ^^
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Post by SummerWolf on Mar 20, 2004 10:16:10 GMT -5
Say hello to SummerWolf the necroposter. But I'm feeling poetic, so there. (If you'll call this a poem. Hoo boy.)
The glass flies on the walls sparkle, The glass flies and the diamond bees, Their shining wings slowly tremble, At the falling of the tree.
The glass flies gasp, “The tree is gone! Now where will the pretty fireflies go? Those lovely maids are dear to us. To die? Please let it not be so!”
Listening are the glass fireflies, Who are merely dust in the day. The firefly maids then swoon and sigh At the words the glass flies say.
The firefly maids whisper, “The tree is gone! But they love us, they say! When the sun has set and the moon has risen, Then we will go their way!”
The sun set then, the moon aglow, The firefly maids burst with passion’s fires. They take wing then to meet their loves, The steadfast glass flies.
The glass flies on the walls sparkle, The glass flies and the diamond bees, Their shining wings slowly quiver, As the glass flies’ lovers they see.
The glass fireflies and the glass flies, Forgetting the dead old tree, Meet in embraces and kisses of love, In front of the diamond bees.
“Together then they talk and sigh, too deep in love to be, so their glass wings break and they fall down dead, it’s a pity to see.”
The diamond bees still glisten Watching on their walls, Surrounded by little glass shards And knowing how they fall.
EDIT : Corrected grammatical mistake. ^^;;;;;;;;;;
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TheGayThiefLegault
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The truly strong find their own strengths, but a coward finds his opponent's weaknesses.
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Post by TheGayThiefLegault on Mar 20, 2004 10:22:31 GMT -5
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NomadicTrooperGirl
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?Z?l???I?̗??l I love Anime:Cardcaptor Sakura and Seven of Seven and Guardian Angel Getten
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Post by NomadicTrooperGirl on Mar 20, 2004 10:40:27 GMT -5
I like your poems! Better than I could probably do...
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Post by SummerWolf on Apr 12, 2004 4:06:13 GMT -5
Another sky, another cloud, Another dusk weeping violet tears. Another night, yet more shadows, Another dawn that ends in fear.
Another dream, another hope, Another delusion once again lost. Another tragedy, drowned in sorrow, Yet another illusion that is not.
Another step, another falter, Another step, another year As long as the time winds toward the future The world grows older in its tears.
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