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Dec 17, 2004 12:57:01 GMT -4
Post by Lilanth on Dec 17, 2004 12:57:01 GMT -4
Here are some of my poems. I figured it might spark something. [glow=silver,2,500]Broken[/glow]
I lay here broken, Broken heart and soul. All the doors are shut. My heart ripped open. To have your own kin Turn on you Is the worst feeling to be endured. An outcast, forever. Treading the earth For all eternity.
A forest wanderer forever I shall be, Traveling the forest Learning lessons that were avoided. Love was forgotten, Friendship, too. For they have all died, From my curse. Treading the earth for all eternity.
If I learn my lessons, My evils fought, Will I be forgiven? Should I return? I don’t want to. For I will out live my mate, my pups. A forever living half bread, Neither human nor wolf. Treading the earth For all eternity
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Manic
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Dec 19, 2004 0:15:47 GMT -4
Post by Manic on Dec 19, 2004 0:15:47 GMT -4
well that was interesting, I like it i really love poems yet cant write or rhyme worth a can of beans
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Dec 26, 2004 0:23:41 GMT -4
Post by Manic on Dec 26, 2004 0:23:41 GMT -4
Glancing over my shoulder i see its shape and so move forward, as someone in the woods at night might hear the sound of approaching feet and stop to listen; then, instead of silence he hears some creature trying to be silent. what else can he do but run? Rushing blindly down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks; the other closer, yet not really hurrying or out of breath, teasing it's kill.
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Dec 27, 2004 18:20:07 GMT -4
Post by camkitsune on Dec 27, 2004 18:20:07 GMT -4
It was wrong of you to think i'd be a poet. I laugh at you! HA!
just a little haiku i made up on the spot...
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Dec 30, 2004 16:54:02 GMT -4
Post by Lilanth on Dec 30, 2004 16:54:02 GMT -4
Glancing over my shoulder i see its shape and so move forward, as someone in the woods at night might hear the sound of approaching feet and stop to listen; then, instead of silence he hears some creature trying to be silent. what else can he do but run? Rushing blindly down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks; the other closer, yet not really hurrying or out of breath, teasing it's kill. Cool, I like it. Nice rythm.
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Dec 31, 2004 16:37:45 GMT -4
Post by Manic on Dec 31, 2004 16:37:45 GMT -4
uh, thanks its what happens when i have a two week ...and a day, streak of boredom.
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Dec 31, 2004 22:08:15 GMT -4
Post by Lilanth on Dec 31, 2004 22:08:15 GMT -4
My poems are always the products of depression. lol.
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Jan 12, 2005 13:24:19 GMT -4
Post by camkitsune on Jan 12, 2005 13:24:19 GMT -4
Mine are the prduct of seeing a poetry thread.
This is a haiku it has very strange rythms for i write them poorly.
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Jan 31, 2005 21:21:50 GMT -4
Post by FallenDemon on Jan 31, 2005 21:21:50 GMT -4
I can't write poetry to save my life...I am quite jelouse(sp)
Apearantly I can't spell eather...
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Feb 2, 2005 12:51:48 GMT -4
Post by Lilanth on Feb 2, 2005 12:51:48 GMT -4
You can write, I've read some of your work and I love it.
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Feb 3, 2005 1:18:40 GMT -4
Post by Manic on Feb 3, 2005 1:18:40 GMT -4
aye? i wanna see!!!!!!
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Apr 11, 2005 23:56:56 GMT -4
Post by Lilanth on Apr 11, 2005 23:56:56 GMT -4
"She bears a tattoo on her cheek, Wearing markings of a thief. Golden as a prairie in fall, Brown as a muddy creek.
A burden of many, A hero of few. Struggles to standards, But the only one in the way is... ...Herself"
~The wolven prophecy
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Apr 13, 2005 9:12:31 GMT -4
Post by camkitsune on Apr 13, 2005 9:12:31 GMT -4
So very tired haven't slept in seven days i need more coffee
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