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 Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 4:33 pm
J'aurais voulu ne pas mourir... heart Okay, anyone and everyone can post their poetry here, and to make it better, I'll change the polls as often as I can. PLEASE, IF YOU POST YOUR POETRY HERE, REMEMBER TO COMMENT ON OTHER'S POETRY! Thank you, and I hope this way, there won't be too many Topic's with different people's poetry.
A warning, my poems are not always meant to rhyme, I like to tell stories with them...or something (perhaps it's just an excuse?).
I once found a little birdie
At my windowsill.
She was a beautiful little birdie,
Though her voice was very shrill.
She hobbled through the open window
With a broken leg and wing.
And on the other side of the window,
She had new splendor and new sing.
I cradled the little birdie
And held her to my chest.
I could tell the little birdie
Wanted to be back inside her nest.
I thought of her three little friends
And of her family,
And couldn’t help but think
That they were never meant to be.
So I nursed the little birdie,
I thought we had been friends,
But then the little birdie,
Went out the window again.
I locked her up inside a cage,
Away from the windowsill.
I had no idea what of her age,
Though I thought her to be young,
still.
I loved the little birdie
So timid yet so fired.
But then the little birdie
Broke my heart; filled it with ire.
She tried to leave me in the night
While I was sleeping soundly.
She fell all the way down the light
And hit the ground so softly.
And so I took the little birdie,
Filled with righteous anger,
And crushed the little birdie,
Right within my fingers.
Poor girl she never lived happily,
And so now it was her turn.
I buried her next to her family,
Now she no longer had to yearn.
A bird that cannot fly
Falls down,
And down,
And down,
The sky. heart J'aurais voulu ne jamais grandir...
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 4:34 pm
J'aurais voulu ne pas mourir... heart And on a happier note...
Her eyes were made of summertime;
Her lips the taste of wine.
She smiled like the end of spring
And laughed as if on fire.
Her steps were soft,
Her hair so light.
She knew no hate
And wanted no more than life.
She’d take my hand and hold it tight,
Take my face and hold it right.
Her fingers were long,
And her legs too short.
She was not perfect,
But was more than adored.
Her neck was slender,
Her nose too sharp.
She spoke in riddles
And played the harp.
One day she lead me to a stream
And swept my heart
And broke my spleen.
Because making sense is overrated... heart J'aurais voulu ne jamais grandir...
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 5:58 pm
I like them both! They are beautifully morbid. I like the second one slightly better even if the lines don't exactly "rhyme".
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:09 am
._A N G S T Y F U D G E_. I like them both! They are beautifully morbid. I like the second one slightly better even if the lines don't exactly "rhyme". heart Ah, ah. Thank you very much xd Would you like to post anything? heart J'aurais voulu ne jamais grandir...
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 12:15 pm
Yw! I just realized I posted my poems in the wrong spot. sweatdrop Sorry... Here's one I wrote for school: Better Days
There's a girl who gets on her knees every night and prays.
She prays that there will be better days.
She sees the world as it is, polluted and destroyed.
And she wishes that the world would stop being such a cruel void.
She tells herself there will be better days,
But constantly that dream is set ablaze.
She sees the prejudice, the segregation.
She wants no more discrimination.
And she prays that there will be better days.
She prays for a day when war will not be the craze.
She waits for a day when the beaten and abused
Are no longer left alone and bruised.
And she prays that there will be better days.
And maybe just, maybe today will be the day,
The day when the world has a better day.
And her dream, her wish will finally come true.
The world will finally renew.
There's a girl who gets on her knees every night and prays.
She prays that there will be better days. And here's one I wrote because I felt like it:
Just Hold On
The pieces are broken and scattered,
Her lonliness is there, an emotion she has mastered.
She wants to go where she belongs,
A place she's been searching for, for so long.
But there's someone there she just can't see.
She overlooks, to blinded by her misery.
There's someone there who tells her to hold on,
To look past the dark, and see the dawn.
She's desperate, she's losing hope.
She just can't deal, she just can't cope.
The world keeps barging in, it's cruel walls closing in.
And it seems that she just can't win.
But there's someone there she just can't see.
She overlooks, to blinded by her misery.
There's someone there who tells her to hold on,
To look past the dark, and see the dawn.
She wants to feel at peace, to go home.
She's so tired of being left alone.
She wants to feel alive again,
She just isn't quite sure if she can.
But there's someone there she just can't see.
She overlooks, to blinded by her misery.
There's someone there who tells her to hold on,
To look past the dark, and see the dawn.
She suddenly opens her eyes and finally sees,
That maybe life isn't as cruel as it's made out to be.
She finally finds that home she's searched for.
The one that she couldn't believe she could ever ignore.
And she finally held on,
Looked past the dark and saw the dawn.
She finally finds the home she's searched for, for so long.
She couldn't believe she hadn't known all along.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 1:06 pm
J'aurais voulu ne pas mourir... heart Ah! I love, love, love the second one!!!! It could be made into a great song. You wrote them both magnificently. heart J'aurais voulu ne jamais grandir...
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 1:12 pm
Inzen J'aurais voulu ne pas mourir... heart Ah! I love, love, love the second one!!!! It could be made into a great song. You wrote them both magnificently. heart J'aurais voulu ne jamais grandir... Thanks! ^-^
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:41 am
once i was walking down a side walk.
then all the sudden i fell
the end
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:42 am
your poems are funny leah
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 11:54 am
maconator once i was walking down a side walk. then all the sudden i fell the end heart Poor sad, sad Mason. xd heart J'aurais voulu ne jamais grandir...
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 12:12 pm
one time i was playing a video game
i died
the end
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 6:15 pm
Drunken Tragedy
As she walked through the door,
his whiskey bottle fell to the floor.
A scream, a shout,
but what about?
A tremor of fear,
because of a bottle of beer.
A beating, a bruise,
a hatred had infused.
Blood splattered against a wall,
a cry from down the hall.
A love that was destroyed,
a passion left devoid.
She cries, she pleads,
hoping he'll stop this wicked deed.
Red, bloodshot eyes,
bruises, and lies.
Left in a sea of blood and despair,
with no hope of repair.
Her body lying on the floor,
bleeding till she can no more.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 12:14 pm
J'aurais voulu ne pas mourir... heart Ah chilly, nice to read, well written, I liked it. heart J'aurais voulu ne jamais grandir...
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