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 Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 4:56 am
Halloo.
Good day to you.
I am back into the guild,
and I would instantly post a poetry thread.
The title does describe myself as I see myself,
poetry is the only form of expression I use for my emotions.
I am into visual arts but those only express my many visions of beauty.
I hope you enjoy my poetry,
they may seem nice but the meaning is a little more inbetween the lines.
Also, if you do not mind,
if you read a poem, can you suggest a title?
I am terrible at titling my poems.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:06 am
Morning
The day has begun yet it feels like an eternity.
Staggering movements, glum upon their faces,
their bodies know what must be done,
but in their hearts they want a cessation.
They bravely fight their inner demons,
but how much longer until they lose?
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:11 am
Gaia
Magnificent and alive;
you breathe as steadily,
rapidly, as slowly as we do.
You nurture as a mother,
you shelter like our home.
You are so quiet, yet so expressive.
Crying, whailing, raging, loving,
Mother Nature you are eternal.
Yet you are deathbound such as we.
We love you, yet we are killing you,
we are your infection,
as we are your one hope for salvation.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:14 am
To My Amiable Friend
This feeling is so sublime,
how jubilance infects
with a quick grimace.
It is retarded
and indulging.
Fester deep in my heart,
permeate my mind,
embrace my soul.
My lips will play with curves,
and my eyes will weep.
My pallor is gone,
and my soul is revitalized.
Thank you for your kindness,
but most of all,
thank you for your time.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:18 am
Best Friend
For several hours everyday,
this emptiness will not go away.
There is something here to delay
such feelings that I keep at bay.
With you around it will surely decay,
for this I wish, with me, you'll stay.
I'll tell that emptiness to come what may;
you make me feel alive to this day.
I tell you once more of the feelings I convey,
believe in it all of what I shall say,
"Preston, I love you in every way."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:38 pm
I cannot say that I have ever felt this way,
because he is the first to ever do so.
I cannot say that there is no one for me,
when he's right here with me.
I cannot say that no one cares for me,
if he doesn't hear but listens to me.
I cannot say that I do not know what love is,
since I love him more than I can ever love anyone.
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