let me try this then..

 

use the link okay people..I really like this poem..

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http://www.xanga.com/Private/home.aspx?user=Rebelfig

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hello master poet u

hey dans...whats up?

his words are forced back down

down his throat

through his heart

to the pit of his stomach

although a lesson never hard to digest

again these words are put to waste

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When a star falls

The soul has lost the battle.

A wanderer is the new status.

Every new sunrise does not brew fresh victories or fights or beautiful peace.

Every sunset does not confirm accomplishments or end beginnings.

Rain does not revive lost senses or wash the dust that has settled over the eyes.

Snow does not do not bring that childish need to have snowflakes fall upon the tongue or frost greet the nose.

Wind does not carry sweet melodies or exotic scents.

When a star falls

There is a great eerie hush over everything, everyone.

This pain if felt by everything.

Leaves dry up, fall and disappear

Trees are stripped and burned up

Oceans gives personality and become restless hoes of anger

Mountains move and bow down without their greatness

When a star falls

There is one less escape.

Someone’s wishes wont come through.

A poet looses inspiration kills pen and paper forever.

A guy is not able to woo in girl and get laid.

A piece of natural beauty is gone.

When a star falls

A tear trickles down my cheek.

I realize that all things have an end.

Death has no respect for beauty.

I realize that there is one less thing that makes me happy.

When a star falls

My heart closes up and my soul draws back in isolation…

;)

i suck at pomes :roll:

She is like an onion

For she is woman of many layers

She is like the seasons

For she is woman that is always changing

She is like the ocean

For she is woman raging

She like is the stars, moons and sun

For she is woman brilliant and soothing

She like is the wind

For she is woman moving destruction and sweeping relaxation

 

Her seasons are not like what we are used to

 

Her winter is cold and severely brutal

Her snowflakes are not to be caught upon the tongue

For they are sharp and venomous

There are no merry white Christmases

Her frost is not just evil coldness seeping through your bones

They are evil coldness seeping through your bones penetrating your mind, your heart, your soul, freezing them and with a gentle winter’s breeze they burst

Her wintry winds are demons of an eviler kind than that of Lucifer’s

They find you wherever you are and they taunt you ‘til you surrender

Her wintry gloominess is like a restless spirit

It fucks with your mind to no end

You can not sleep and if you do the images that take your dreams captive will tear your sanity to fucking shreds

She is like a dark winter

For she is woman with a bitter heart

 

Her spring is sweet and quiet

Her spirit of fertility runs lose

Nothing is left untouched

The air is calm no turbulence

The sky is soft quiet pale a beautiful hypnotizing baby blue

Clouds, few, bright white and fluffy

Grass by far, greener than that of the other side’s

Mud beautiful rich and brown breathing creativity

Ponds, rivers, lakes, ocean roaring with pleasure

Water clear, blue and green flowing doing its part bringing this peace

Insects and animals, all revel in this sweetness

Flowers colourful, exotic scents, everywhere

Trees and fruit are on a rampage

She is like spring in the Garden of Eden

For she is woman of mew birth and pure beauty

 

Her summer is like a baptism of fire

Her rage is like the wrath of Zeus

Earth is red and fiery

The sun bares horns

For it is intoxicated with her vengeance

Her oceans, lakes, ponds are deceiving

They draw you in with their bright crystal clear surfaces and then devour you with sharp intense stings and unleashes all of hells fury

Your eyes see desert

Your skin crisp and red

Your hair torched

Your lips cracked and falling off

You are slowly turning into a burned up carcass

Your nostrils are caught in a rush of hot humid air and waves of foul dust and horrid scents of death

Your joints are flaming

Bone on bone

Your internal fire

Trees are like toothpicks that line ugly emptiness

Bones are like flowers

She is like the summer on hell’s equator

For she is woman with burning anger

 

Her autumn is a beautiful aurora

She paints the world in dying but captivating colours

Death is like Santa Claus now

Grass an old crisp golden yellow

Trees few leaves and aging

Leaves, petals, all falling like snow flakes but with shades of varying colours

Winds are not cold and biting

But carries a soft playful chill

Everything slows down and gives into this many deaths

Beauty is carefully appreciated with its quick aging

You are pulled into this kaleidoscope

Soothing, draining, sweetness all of a different nature

She is like a sweet November’s autumn

For she is woman of many colours

 

 

She is like an onion

For she is woman of many layers

She is like the seasons

For she is woman that is always changing

She is like the ocean

For she is woman raging

She like is the stars, moons and sun

For she is woman brilliant and soothing

She like is the wind

For she is woman moving destruction and sweeping relaxation

roses are red violets are blue i cant stop crying when i look at ur onion butt boo hoo

oooooooooh nice poems lois

thanks dans..

ahaha@amanda...

Kinda spur of the moment

 

In a Twisting Life

 

In a twisting circle,

in a spiraled life,

does your love lift you off?

can the weight bring you down?

Do you know why we love?

do you know why we care?

Talking, talking, never knowing

loving loving never going

It's so hot outside why should i stay in

don't stop that display

even ridiculed, be bold and shine

lift you off, lift you off

in a twisting circle

in a spiraled life

can you love me

can you hate me

in a twisting circle

in a spiraled life

dont ever stop

:o very nice

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cool avatar Amanda

:D isnt he

ahahah I dont know him..but yes quite... :)

ello lois are u the comedienne or poet?

I very rarely do a rhyming poem...but this is one

 

Stormy Night

 

He was way out at sea

Trying to be all he could be

Put down since the day he was born

But his friends have no time to mourn

 

For what happened that stormy night

Gave all the folk an awful fright

His boat, you see,had toppled over

And the news was showing this port of dover

 

His Soul a bag of stick and stones

His heart a sack of broken bones,

The death of a hero was so bad

But what's worse is he was to be a dad

 

And now the fear has set in

for the heart is broke on his next of kin

What will she do for her child

Will it be left in the wild?

 

As the worst of all had yet to hit

The woman was dying, bit by bit

Cancer had struck her little brain

And soon her life, it did drain

 

Crying and screaming she did run away

But no-one has seen her, until this day

So let you learn the world my friend

For it will take you round the bend

:D *claps*

ouu good rhyme there....

I've had a few..but then I stopped..

I went to this open mic thingy..where u free style or whatever and they throw a topic at you..my cousin was there..the dumbass said..penis..it turned into fooking comedy..I couldnt even keep a straight face have a through it..but it was goods fun..

 

Dans...I'd like to think of myself as both..

bahh still too lazy to write a poem :lol: