a ghost of a shell am I
when will I spread my wings an fly
bitterness, strife
I long to have a natural life
nothing but words unspoken
walking through dust from dreams
all broken
the sun reflected in the water
warm and rippling
choppy ripples dance with it's surface
floating flowers spinning around it
a hand reaches in to capture it's essence
one of seven it must be
only to come up empty
when will the one not look to the water
but to the sky for what is there
A life of things once missed
nay, they are already there
there is no time to spare
Wow! That was beautifully written...
That was a radiant poem. It had good flow, and it was thought invoking. Keep the river of creativity flowing.
*cries* 😪
Realy? Thanks. Although its only a rough draft
Maybe we should use this space to share poetry... Does anyone object?
Quote from: MrsNosihctuh on June 19, 2013, 07:25:30 PM
Maybe we should use this space to share poetry... Does anyone object?
go on ahead. I don't mind, although...you might want to save your best poems for next Wensday...that's all I'm saying
What's next wednesday
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I wonder where you're at?
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray in the sky
Quote from: Mozilla butcher on June 19, 2013, 07:33:16 PM
What's next wednesday
you'll see. Right now I'm only telling Moderators
Quote from: InfinitiveDivinity on June 19, 2013, 08:57:01 PM
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I wonder where you're at?
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray in the sky
How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail and pour the waters of the Nile o'er ev'ry golden scale How cheerfully he seems to grin How neatly spreads his claws and welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws.
Quote from: MrsNosihctuh on June 19, 2013, 11:02:22 PM
Quote from: InfinitiveDivinity on June 19, 2013, 08:57:01 PM
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I wonder where you're at?
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray in the sky
How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail and pour the waters of the Nile o'er ev'ry golden scale How cheerfully he seems to grin How neatly spreads his claws and welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws.
that was... *sob* that was beutiful...
Quote from: IceScythe on June 23, 2013, 01:59:24 PM
Quote from: MrsNosihctuh on June 19, 2013, 11:02:22 PM
Quote from: InfinitiveDivinity on June 19, 2013, 08:57:01 PM
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I wonder where you're at?
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray in the sky
How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail and pour the waters of the Nile o'er ev'ry golden scale How cheerfully he seems to grin How neatly spreads his claws and welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws.
that was... *sob* that was beutiful...
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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Alice in wonderland correct?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Violets are actually violet,
All of the terrible poems that start this way are lying to you.
Roses are red,
Bacon is also red.
Poetry is hard.
I like bacon.
Quote from: Vampyvyrus on June 23, 2013, 05:53:53 PM
Quote from: MrsNosihctuh
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Alice in wonderland correct?
Actually that's from the sequel, Through the Looking Glass... The first two were from Alice in Wonderland though...
can anyone guess what I'm talking about in this poem?
I go where the wind takes me
I am a humble creature
I make excellent wine
good coffee
and tasty jam
I give sustenance to wildlife
i give sustenance to farm animals
i can give sustenance to people
but alas
they revile me
I come to them bright and beaming
they come to me with death in mind
oh how i long for the days of old
when people sought sustenance from me
where have those days gone?
they are distracted by foolish ideals of perfection
The wild embraces me
and protects me from them
she enjoys my company
and takes delight in my sustenance
I have survived this onslaught
and will survive forever more
Grapes?
Water
trees, or plants in general
It's about the humble dandelion
(☝o _o)☝ told ya
I would've went with grass
Quote from: Vampyvyrus on June 25, 2013, 09:11:46 AM
I would've went with grass
youve made wine with grass?!
Wines nasty...so I could see it honestly lol. I'm more of a beer or liquor kind of guy
I just drink my soda, no beer, no wine, no fruity drinks, no coffee, just soda and water and juice if course.
Quote from: IceScythe on June 26, 2013, 02:39:44 AM
I just drink my soda, no beer, no wine, no fruity drinks, no coffee, just soda and water and juice if course.
Same here usually, but for extra special occasions, I might break out a Shirley Temple, apple cider, or sparkling apple cider.
;) dat apple cider
Quote from: IceScythe on June 27, 2013, 01:43:16 AM
;) dat apple cider
I was the only one in my family who really likes it, and lets just say that the last gallon made me feel awfully good! Rofl!
Ok read the first page and can't stop laughing I love Alice and wonderland! xD
The Soulless Man In Black
Walk the nightmare endless dream
Wake in agony never sleep
Can't escape your endless fate
Cross the threshold way too late
Find the beast it's hunger sate
Lose your mind before you wake
Hide in fear in darkness late
Cower before your certain fate
Play along the piper's tune
Dance the jig of hell's saloon
Crawl away to the endless space
Claw out your eyes to escape his face
Run away from here young one
You must be gone before night comes
If you wake in a cold dark sweat
Then within his hands lie your death
He will find you you can be sure
This man in black no remorse
His list is black and wrote in blood
If you see his shadow your life is null
His cowl and hood are crisp and foul
When you scream there'll be no sound
With his cold dark grasp your soul he'll take
In blackened fire you will wake
You can't escape the sins of your past
He took the rest and now you're last
You thought you could run on so fast
But death is here he's come at last
As his touch makes your body slack
The last thought across your mind in back
Is that death walks as a man in black
Was going to use this in the poetry contest but I preferred my other entry as I thought it had much more feeling in it