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i am a fan
a fan
of that i am

 

"No Pets and
No Petting
No Singing
Or Dancing"

Not trying to be a ****. I like the poem, I just feel the need to point out that it should be "nor" not "or". Alot of people ignore this rule for normal conversation, but it can degrade literature/poetry, I think.

You're a fan of yourself being a fan... or are you "of" yourself being a fan? Either way it sounds kinda silly. I like the structure and general open-endedness, but it doesn't really seem to mean anything. Funny - it's sorta like a haiku, just 4-2-4 instead of 5-7-5.

 

DotGet: It was something off my head. It has no point and it has no meaning. I did it for my own accord and to prove a point to myself. Pure self gratification for the attitude i see IMO as poor.

 

I wasn't criticizing you; you can write whatever you want. I actually thought it might have been some kind of ambiguity that only you knew the answer to. If not, it doesn't really matter.

 

o ya i know you wasnt criticizing. I was just saying really really long that it doesnt matter. ^_^

 

First is complete, round and secure;
Second is lacking of the above.
Third is the first, with a part of second;
Fourth, the English language loves.
Without the next, we are nothing:
Fifth is a brother of three above.
Together we are what you just did-
Or at least should've.

What am I?

 

Your mom and im sure that's the answer.

 

Delerious?

 

1. circle
2. air
3. nothing
4. poems
5. repition
6. over again
7. ?
//
a circle poem that has repititous words?

 

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

 

Sadness grows and hope ponders
Little to live and love wanders;
Where do we grow in the abyss of forests?
Where is the light the Earth had promised?
From my sky blue eyes let it flow let it flow.
Tell me now, tell me something….tell me everything or tell me nothing;
If there is nothing else then I should get going -
Maybe if in the future you have something to say
Stop by my path and we'll converse that day.

 

I was studying at a coffee shop and decided to get creative

__________________________
Fascination at the Coop Cafe
__________________________

A book, a drink of coffee too
a Cafe full of busy cups.
And soon they start to neglect their brew
as each one bobs their busy head up.

Like chickens, poultry I perceived
a funny site I now believe!
What interests such these busy eyes
to stop them from their daily lives?

Is it the jogger who came in?
an odd place for one so to be
To rest upon the violins
of soothing tone and lemon tea.

Ah! The violin! That's just it!
The musician and where she sits!
She enough can draw an eye,
a jogger, reader, and men with ties!

But even she who plays the tune
of Mozart, Bach, Handel, and Fesch
Wander her eyes like these poultry too,
despite all her difference from the rest.

Among the crowd and eye to eye,
My interests strive to find out why!
I set my book and laugh away,
at the oddly flock in this Coop Cafe!



PS: the speaker of the poem isn't supposed to be me.

 

I saw Esaw, on a see-saw.

The end.

 

Here's a poem, or writing from my heart. From another forum that is

This is a poem/song called Fear. Inspired by Sacrificed Sons by Dream Theater and footage of WTC collapse.

Fear, is all we have
on this fateful day
dust, is all we face
on this darkest day

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
traffic are stuck, the crowd is running
smoke and fire, burn to ashes
dust is your only friends today

an eagle, flies through the city
heart stop when it dies
people only crying
when the tower crumbling down

dear city, all you see is red
and full of fear when you witness this
fire stop your heart
and dust chokes your thought

Waiting for your time to sleep peacefully

Here's a poem that my friend ask me to do, it's about people in Palestine and the war at large, from a point view of a citizen and people who suffer from the war. So here it is

they're coming, get your gun
defend your self,
this would be your last fight
this is your survival

the death company is coming, with heavy gun
shooting through your heart
close your eyes
this is your last moment

they coming without any sound
all we hear are children crying,
at the streets the blood is pouring
this would be your last goodbye

bullet running above your head
and you're thinking that you're fine
they will come for you tonight
because we gonna dine in the grave

life like a candle
waiting for wind to blow it out
or someone gonna blow it for you
because life is cheap for them

"You blood is mine" that's what they said
your only thoughts are fighting back
try to push them back to the edge
because freedom is your only options.

tree of life getting old
the leaf is fall from the branch
then they'll burn it to the ground
nothings gonna change for us

 

Winter's Dawn: Carnal Light

The wooden pillars ignite on the left side
of a rolled up parchment tied with blue string.
The words of a rose petal crumble to ashes,
petals, for now burn unspeakable things.
The essence of dream state flares up in the heat;
Rose petals fall from the limbs of our dreams.
Like the last leaf of Autumn, withered and rent,
for nothing can liken our dreams as they seem
when we ponder, give life within ivory towers,
lively, and perfect, the rising of sun.
But as petals fall to earth and we live by our soul,
Autumn begets winter and dusk turns to dawn.

Bam.

Actually this is years old, I'm not too poetically creative anymore. :'(

 

This an actual poem I wrote a year ago when I was reflecting upon my past. Ah the good times.

People spend a lifetime
searching for happiness
looking for peace...
They chase idle dreams,
addictions, religions,
even other people,
hoping to fill emptiness
that plagues them...
The irony is the only
place they ever needed
to search was within...

 

i amz teh lewlz
yew are teh kewlz
lewlz yew really are teh kewlz

 

Remeber the brave ones,
lest the world sink into cowardice.

Brave ones protect us,
they give us hope.
Brave ones defend us,
they give us peace.

Head up high,
tears flow long.
Heroes aren't forgotten,
courage is archived.

Let us not forget the ones who die for us,
let us not forget their selflessness.
Don't forget their sacrifice,
so everyone doesn't have to do the same.

Hearts of zeal,
minds unwavering.
Nerves of steel,
demeanor unchanging.

Remember the brave ones,
lest the world sink into cowardice.

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Forget the ones who hate,
they're not important.
Forget the ones who despise,
they're nothing.

Those who are mean,
be numb to them.
Those who are callous,
shut them out.

Don't forget the one,
who cares.
Don't forget the one,
who cries too.

The one who is nice,
be sensitive to him.
The one who is there,
let him in.

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Embrace.

Eyes meet,
lips lock.
Hands held,
arms curled.

Entwine...

In darkness,
cuddles.
In light,
looks.

Encircle...

Hearts beating,
against time.
Breath matched,
in instance.

Enfold...

Minds thinking,
of the other.
Cores yearning,
for the moment.

Embrace...

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Promise.

Heart has,
been lonely.
Mind has,
always been alone.

Mind pledges to Heart...

Heart,
needs someone,
it's clear.

Mind swears to Heart...

Mind,
want someone,
it's obvious.

Mind vow to Heart...

Mind,
will be that someone.
Heart,
must let it be.

Mind declare to Heart...

Can Heart,
feel it?
May Mind,
give it?

Promise

 

Here's some more help
For those needing it
Together we also help diners
Put me in place
He'll remember it
Unless you need a waiter who's finer