Writing I would like to read you poems if you don't mind to pose them here.

[sophic]

I would like to read your poems so pose them here and if peaple pose i will pose some of mine.;)

[Guest dayday]

Okay, but I don't see why you can't just write some of yours and look at the other threads. It'd be simpler. Here's one of mine.

The light brings me back
All the times I've felt real pain
The day I was born
Took most of my life I know
Now I'm born again and free

[sophic]

Ok here is one of mine its a bummer so don't get sad or any thing.

When peaple die do you here their cry's.
There pain and suffering or there edan and heaven.
When you die the light will invite you but the darkness will consume you.
If the light invites you go to the light don't be like so many others.


I'm still not finished with it.

[Shippo]

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So far, so good Sophic. Nice job :). I too, am not done with this one,

Step by Step,
Day by Day,
We go on with our lives in a simple way,

Week by Week,
Hour By Hour,
Our Life and growth resemble a flower.

Ehhm, not done yet :'{ still workin on it.
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[Corey]

I'm sorry I don't pose my poems. I post them.

[Shippo]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by KnightOfTheRose [/i]
[B]I'm sorry I don't pose my poems. I post them. [/B][/QUOTE]

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:rotflmao: :bellylol:
Hehe,
I guess ill post another one of my poems...
[b]Imgagine if...[/b]
Imagine if I can eneter world of Dragons,
A world of Fauns,
A world of Nymphs,
A world of dreams...
The way I do it, is all but hard,
I use my imagination,
And Read,...
Reading can take you to a different world,
A different dimension,
A different place...
Imagine the Possibilities...
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[Dragon Warrior]

I have a few.

[b]The Shadow Knight[/b]

He lives in the shadows as the shadows live in him,
not a part of him that wasn't terribly grim.

His armor is as dark as a moonless night,
the scars of it acknowledged, souvenirs of past fights.

His mail but a bit stained from his sweat,
'twas from defeating his foes who did fret,
for he was more than one mere Shadow Knight,
the bringer of pain, the forger of fright.

He was Luther, doling the name of the devil,
bringing pain, misery, and suffering to several.

His falchion glistens after every slay,
a counsel to all to stay out of his way.

Brutal and hateful, death comes from every blow,
like the burn of the sun, the bite of the snow.

But these dreadful ideas are not all he could think,
for he wrote all who he has slain with parchment and ink.

A list in which he locked to his girdle,
the contence of which would make your blood curtle.

A man with a mind filled with hexes and curses,
which were written down on this document in wretched verses.

His conscience was killed by his ill-gotten deeds,
and now feasts on misfortune in which he needs.

His soul, vanquished, taken by force,
causing his voice to sound dire and coarse.

His grip is as frigid as the winter's wind,
a consequence that was given for all he has sinned.

His eyes show no color, just darkened and cruel,
reflecting his foe's pain in wicked black pools.

And yet you still wonder how he lives,
with knowing all the anguish that he gives.

But he knows that his blade drips his foe's pride,
taking their lives in a few quick strides.

To us, he's a madman or even a fool,
but us to him, we're just life's tools.

With a purpose to kill and a life so dim,
he lives in the shadows as the shadows live in him.


[b]To Save a Dragon[/b]

Listen to this story that's about to be told,
about a fire-breathing dragon and a knight so bold.

You may not expect what I'm about to say,
but this dragon is not who the knight wishes to slay.

They've actually been friends ever since hatchling and child,
growing up with each other as valiant and wild.

But what happens when a thorn breaks the skin?
Shall one pay for their cold-hearted sin?

A dragon slayer yearns to kill the knight's comrade,
to demolish all dreams and good times they had.

So the knight and drake came up with a scheme,
where the dragon lead the slayer from mountain to stream.

He lead the slayer far, a distance from home,
across the plains where the antelope roam.

The dragon soon lead the man to his deadly trap,
unexpected by the slayer was this terrible mishap.

It was in the high mountains, the ones that gleamed in the night,
the slayer was then ambushed by the dragon's knight.

Two swords had clashed, blood spilled on the stone,
the slayer slashed his enemy's arm straight to the bone.

Pain is like life, it comes and it dies,
the knight glared with his illuminating eyes.

A wound is a reward taken from battle,
like a sheperd should be proud that a wolf chose his cattle.

The slayer lifted his sword, ready to kill,
but was bodyslammed by the drake that howled out a shrill.

The two of them tumbled over gravel and rock,
but the two of them clung like a living lock.

But fate is a strange thing, something that should be adorned,
a fatal accident happened before the knight could have warned.

The dragon and slayer, locked into one,
fell from the cliffs like the evening sun.

The knight peered over the cliffside, in hope they were there,
but as said before, fate is unfair.

Fate can cause life, but can also make one die,
but then again, it made dragons able to fly.



Those are two of my finest.

[Kitty]

I've got one!

Dragon's Home

A dragon wanders blindly so,
a dragon wonders widely so.

A dragon's home is mainly best,
when it has a place to rest.

To give a dragon a place to stay,
is a choice, yes or nay.

Some say: Why give him a home?
He needn't stay for long.

A dragon wanders blindly so,
a dragon wonders widely so.

Giving him a home will be wrong,
for a dragon will not stay for long.

It kinda sucks, but hey? It ain't horrible!

[darkside]

this is prose (non rhyming poem) VERY SHORT
my love for you is like diaherria.
It just won't stop.

[Dragon Warrior]

That's disturbing, Sir Darkside. Now I'm afraid to go to the bathroom or fall in love XD

[Corey]

Someone wrote this for me while ago. It's never left my wall.
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[b]Next to Nothing[/b]

You barely even know,
yet you say you care.
You haven't even seen me,
but you're always there.

You never question what I say,
or tell me what to think.
You suprise me in so many ways,
it's hard for me to speak.

You never tell me lies,
and I somehow feel to trust you.
You seem to know what I'm really saying,
even if I told you not to.

You can always read my thoughts,
and know when something's wrong.
And yet you never pressure me,
but I know you're for the long...

Well, I guess this is getting sappy,
and I guess little weird,
maybe even a little gross...
but I just wanna say thanks.

What you may say
might be little to you,
but next to nothing
it's pretty much everything.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]An old Chinese poem, modified for this day and age.

The pale moonlight,
Washes down on her skin,
Closing my eyes,
I can see home.

My sleve is damp,
Perhaps it was a sudden rain.

Dreaming about the moon,
I remember,
The pale pink line,
Of a girl's eyebrows.[/COLOR]

[Guest Puppetmaster]

Rose Red

Rose Red
Built on an Indian graveyard,
The very ground on which it stands,
Makes people very Mad.
Incidents have occurred,
People involved had no memory of it.
It seems to be on Ellen?s side,
But no one can tell!
Not when it is Rose Red.
The house that lives,
The house that breathes,
The house that wants,
The house that takes,
The house that kills,
Rose Red.

BUZZ

Buzz went the honeybee as it looked for a flower
Full of pollen in the hot dry desert,
After the long rain so that it could have honey.

Buzz went the cook timer as the cheese and pepperoni pizza
That my Mom is taking to the orphanage
Finished cooking in the oven.

Buzz went the ?ants?/?fuzz?
As the tape finished the credits after the movie.

Buzz went the doorbell
As my friend came over to play video games with me

Buzz went the electric zapper
As it powered up to shoot the last block/brick
Because I hadn?t hit a brick/block for a long time
While I played DX-Ball 2.

Wish

I wish I was a flying unicorn, because then I could fly and run as fast as a blizzard?s wind.

I wish I was a doctor, because I could help people where there is not such good health care!

I wish the poor had money, because then they would not be poor!

I wish the homeless had homes, because then they would not be homeless!

I wish the hungry had food, because then they would not be hungry!

I wish the orphans had parents, because then would not be orphans and they would be happy!

I wish the Titanic had not sunk, because then no people who died would be dead and it would not have been such a disaster!

Courage is

Courage is finding the strength to do what?s right,
Even when it?s hard.
Courage is being brave in the face of danger,
And knowing when to back down.
Courage is standing up for what you believe,
Even with no one to backs you up.
Courage is when you think about quitting when it gets hard,
But you keep going instead.
Courage is not giving up,
Even though others try to discourage you.
Courage is being able to walk down a crowded hallway where everyone is laughing at you,
And still holding your head high.
Courage is not being afraid to so what you want to,
Even though it?s tough.
Courage is believing in yourself,
But not being over confident.
Courage is being brave enough
Not to go over the edge.
Courage is not the absence of fear
It is the presence of fear, yet the will to go on.
Courage is being your own person,
And not following the crowd.
Being as individual and different
As you can be.
That?s what courage is.

Sometimes When I?m Walking
By Joelle Willsey

Sometimes when I?m walking
Down that long and lonely road,
I suddenly get that feeling,
And I know I?m not alone.

The bees are bussing busily,
They guide me down the path.

The birds are chirping merrily,
Singing me a sweet song

All the little animals play happily together
They bring me joy


The birds the bees,
The deer, the fox, the Bear,
The gophers, the prairie dogs, the chipmunks,
The snakes, the lizards, the alligators,
All these and many more
Every living thing, that lived, lives or will live
I love with all my soul, all my heart, all my strength, and all my mind for all my life.


Sometimes when I?m waling
Down that long and lonely road,
I suddenly get that feeling,
And I know I?m not alone.



If I could

If I could forget
What happened
I would
If I could change
What will
I would
If I could
I would
But I can?t




The Diary

I?ve never been good
At expressing myself to other people
With colorful words
Flowing out my mouth
Telling people of my courage
My curiosity
My problems
I?ve never been good
At telling people
Just how I feel inside
But
You are not a person
So maybe
Just maybe
I can

Title coming

There is a gentle light
Slowly rising into view
The sun is rising
I look to the east
A new day begins
New sounds
New life
The air is thick
With the song of life
But as one sun rises
Another sets
Always it has been so
When one day dawns
The last shreads of twilight
Flicker out on another
This cannot be changed
But the sun that sets
Cannot be lost
For the sun that rises
Is lit by the soul
Of the setting sun
The light that came this morning
Is now slowly fading out of sight
But it will come again
For the sun that sets in the west
Will rise once again
In the east

Listen

I can see
Yet I am blind
I can hear
Yet I am deaf
I speak
And still I am not heard
I can see
Because I am not blind
Yet I am blind
Because I cannot see
I can hear
Because I am not deaf
Yet I am deaf
Because I cannot hear
I can speak
Because I am not mute
Yet I am mute
Because I am not heard
I see
I am blind
I hear
I am deaf
I speak
I am mute
Because no one will listen Because no one will listen

When I wish

When I wish
I wish for peace
When I wish
I wish for love
When I wish
I wish for others
When I wish
I wish for you