Writing Recent Poetry

[Biida]

[color=skyblue] Lately I've had rather bad writers block, so the following poems aren't quite as good as I'd like them to be. But anyway, enjoy 'em and let me know your C&C. :)

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[u][b]Gone[/u][/b]

Tired and sick
Oh, just let me die.
But feel no pain,
There's no need to cry.
I wanted it over,
I want to be gone,
But I want you to be safe,
I want you to be calm.
You lower your eyes...
I ask what's wrong.
But not from your lips
Will I get even a song.
Then I remember I'm dead...
(And you laugh.)

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[b][u]Contemplation[/b][/u]

In my tomb,
I contemplate my Life.
The passions
Of love,
The passings of
Pain,
And the simple joys
Of friendship.
In my tomb, I
Contemplate my life.

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[b][u]Precious Words[/u][/b]

"How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways..."
From the mouth of a famous poet.

"You're my angel..."
From a singing sensation.

"A potrayal of he who holds my heart."
From the mouth of a talented artist.

"I love you."
From my heart to yours.

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[u][b]My Love[/u][/b]

The man I love is lovely, precious to me in all ways.
His face, the face of a God;
Crafted in time and forged by the stars.
The neck of my lover is like ivory, pure, and
His shoulders as strong as his mind.
His chest is as proud as the woman who loves him,
And his back, smooth and strong to the touch.
With long legs to carry him proudly about,
As I gaze on in wonder and love.
His voice is like nectar,
A song to my heart;
Melodious, soothing and kind.
His eyes, deep pools of mysterious light,
Full of love, enchanting, and great.
His hair is soft, and dark as the night,
Royal, wild and fair.
But my favourite flair,
His quick wit and mind,
Will forever capture my heart.
His genuis reflects in his every move,
And his angelic body in his graceful steps.
The man I love is lovely...
You're precious to me in all ways.

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[b][u]Untitled[/u][/b]

Hey, you, over in your corner,
Come over here and show me up.
Show me who you are,
Show me who you hate.
Who?
Me.

You want to show me something?
Pull it out.
You want to tell me something?
Bring it up.

(You coward.)

Tell me who you hate,
(Me, Myself and I.)
Tell me who you love?
(Me, Myself and I.)

(You Liar.)

Hey, you, over in your corner,
Come over here and show me up.
Show me who you are,
Show me who you hate.
Who?
Me.

(I hate you.)

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[u][b]Who Am I?[/u][/b]

I dont know where I am anymore.

The beat of the jungles.
The snow of the North.
Sand from the deserts.
The forest and the marsh.

Floating in an abyss
Of neverending lore...
Laying in the sweet grass,
Or dead upon the floor.

Now I'm a fly on the wall;
Or a bird in the sky.
Now a car on the highway -
A man caught in a lie.

Murderer on my deathbed,
Secrets spilling forth.
A child in a playpen.
A racer, dead on the course.

Boater in a yacht.
Lemur in a tree.
Slave locked up in a cage.
Will you come and set me free?

I don't know who I am anymore. [/color]

[Dragon Warrior]

Hey! She was saying what I was thinking!

Well, not really, but they were good anyways. I like the untitled one. Badaboom!

[TheHackman]

I compliment ur poems with one of my own.

Endless wonders words seem to have
trutful emotions whether good or bad
your words hold truth and make me glad
keep up the work, your totally rad!