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 01-23-2004, 02:55 PM | #1 |
| Senior Member  Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Pending. Gender:  Posts: 5,792 Thanks: 127 Thanked 118 Times in 82 Posts   |  I wrote a few poems sometimes, but I want to share with you. I sometimes give them titles, but yet, some go untitled. --- The hana (The Flower) Living in a meadow, looking at the sky, sniffing the freshly bloom hanas, is my way to pass the time. The day drifted to night, but that doesn't mean that all the happiness today, will drain out of me. Living on a wish, a hope, and a prayer, those are the things hana reminded us to share. If you are feeling bad, or blue or dispair, just look up at the meadow, and think you are already there. ------ Calm blue river Being a fisherman, oh a life it's been, listening to the water, going where I was send. Sticking my toe in the water, sleeping soundly too, only me and my boat, come in, there always room. Rowing on a paddle, smelling the fresh pine air, eating sweet sweet berries, only the fish that I catch I care. ---- I'll post more later. I hope you like them. [img]smile.gif[/img] |
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| 01-23-2004, 08:41 PM | #3 |
| Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Pending. Gender: Posts: 5,792 Thanks: 127 Thanked 118 Times in 82 Posts | Essence of Courage His face sweats in droplets, His hand trembles with fear, His blue eyes had blink twice, fighting the one he dispaired. He hold his sword with dignity, He open his mouth in awe, To see the one he was fighting, had really, really gone. He bend down at the body, and then he took his hand, put it on the monster, and then he felt so glad. His hand, it glows a golden, to see that he fought like a man, He took the triangle piece of gold, from the villian's left hand. The woman, she came around, very happy too, to see the boy who fought the beast, Knew what he had to do. |
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| 01-24-2004, 09:59 AM | #5 |
| Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Pending. Gender: Posts: 5,792 Thanks: 127 Thanked 118 Times in 82 Posts | Music of the Forest Come to the bloomingdale forest, I got something to show, Come now, come now, come now, I think there is something you should know. In this dark and damp forest, you think it nothing but a mess, but when you reach the center, you will think it is the best. A running river comes here, and I think it is ten miles long, but if you can listen closely, you can hear a senere song. Listen to the running of the river, and the calling of the birds. Listen to the rabbits, chewing on the grass. It will really smooth your nerves. People rarely come here, they all are so busy too, but since you and I are here, Nobody knows this secret but you! |
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| 02-05-2004, 06:16 PM | #10 |
| Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Pending. Gender: Posts: 5,792 Thanks: 127 Thanked 118 Times in 82 Posts | Those who had never Known the meaning of life, Do you really think It is the moon at night? Those who thought about it they might know the truth, The meaning of life is simple, The meaning of life is you. (It is a poem which you should think about. Especally at the end.) |
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| 02-06-2004, 11:04 PM | #12 |
| Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Pending. Gender: Posts: 5,792 Thanks: 127 Thanked 118 Times in 82 Posts | I am like a candle, learning makes me burn. Leaving marks on me to everything I learn. As my wax go smaller, I will grow smart, All my wisdom once kept for me, I will tear apart. I will tell everyone all what I been told, And what I had learned, now everyone will know. As my wick burns more, and when I'm near my death, Everyone will share what I know, and their fire will burn, I bet. Now that I died, and I was thrown away, Even though I'm not here, but my wisdom will always stay. |
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| 02-07-2004, 08:39 AM | #13 |
| Member Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: NOT NC WORLD Posts: 1,078 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts | I wrote this haiku in my advanced writing class. Snow floating on air Dancing and playing all day Under winter's moon. And I wrote this to show my contempt towards my sister. I feel like mud I feel like dirt I feel like death for crying out loud! But I only feel like this when my sister is around! I'm not only a video game freak, but a writer. Go figure. |
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| 02-24-2004, 11:33 PM | #14 |
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| 02-28-2004, 12:02 PM | #15 |
| Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Pending. Gender: Posts: 5,792 Thanks: 127 Thanked 118 Times in 82 Posts |  Death rings by the door bell, but no one was there at home. It sat there, waiting... waiting... like it had nowhere to go... Stalking me like a cat, in the middle of the night, but as I stand there, I took my chance, I had no reason to fright. |
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