Lets have a poetry corner!!!!!!!!!!!!:p

Everybody submit your own written poems in this thread!!!!

Cant wait to read them all!!!!!!!! :cool:

This is a poem written about a news broadcast featuring Peter Jennings on the beach, covering the U.S. Marines withdrawing from Lebanon.


The ABC's of Lebanon

the desert used to be forest
before it was cut down
and made into ships for war, what for?
Or was that Cedars of Lebanon hospital
for those truly religious leaders who get their followers
killed to prove their gods more just and loving
or their greater commitment to peace through revenge
a woman cries for her child
spectators line the beach to watch
the navy shoot at the hills
while an anchor explains the targets
to those who can't tell the players
without a program
and the ill informed spectators who stand around
not caring what they die for anymore
a few good men found adventure on
the shores of Tripoli
and their mascot goat got a clean bill of health
having left before the shooting started again
he seems to enjoy San Diego
the ambassador slept in his basement
hoping negotiations look hopeful
and the president looked committed
he is his advisors said, that hostilities
are not imminent and congress be damned
as speech writers hurry to produce lofty ideals
about the forest that now is desert
in time for the evening news

Twilight...
it is approaching
I need to find a place to rest

Over there in the meadow
that is where I will stay,
upon the branch of that tall weeping willow tree.

It’s branches drape down like curtains
The whisps of green that hangs from the branches,
will shield me tonight.

Will I be alone?
I do not have the answer.

I flutter gently down upon the branch
It is time to rest now

You were with me throughout the day
As we fluttered together in the sunny summer sky,
we floated and danced among the soft breeze.
We fluttered and stayed side by side

But them I turned and you were gone.
Where did you go?
Maybe the breeze caught your wing,
and took you to a field of dandelions.

And so I fluttered all day in hopes of finding you.
But alas, no I could not see your beautiful blue wings,
fluttering in that sunny summer sky.

So tired now, I had no choice but to find some place
to rest and sleep
So I rested

All I could hear was the stillness of the evening approaching

But then...
Oh then...I heard it.

Wings...
another pair
Oh and yes they were blue
And yes it was you, my caring blue butterfly

As quickly as you disappeared you reappeared
You fluttered to the same tree as I
You floated down and rested right beside me.

You must have been looking for me too,
for your wings were so tired also.

And as nighttime approached,
and we could no longer see the light from the distant sky,
we settled down resting side by side,
with our wings wrapped around each other.

We let the whisps of green that hung from the branches above,
shield us from the night.
We listened to the quiet sounds of nature,
as it lulled us into slumberland.

Again we are not alone.

6-9-2001

Friendship is like a rose
beautiful and unique in every one

Friendships start from a simple smile
or a little "hello"

A friend is someone you treasure like a piece
of precious artwork
Each friend has their own distinct
character and beauty
You admire them even with their little flaws

A friend is someone you trust
Someone who is like a treasure chest
You can put your secrets inside
and know that your friend will keep your secrets
safe

A friend is like a rock
Strong and sturdy
It is someone who can catch you and pick you up
if you should fall

It is also someone who is like a
soft cottony towel
You can cry on their shoulder
and they will wipe away your tears

They are like a colorful umbrella in the rain
They will shield you from being hurt

Friendship is HONESTY
Without it there is nothing
Honesty can break a person's heart
Like colorful stained glass church windows
so beautiful to look at
Honesty can shatter the beauty so quickly

Friendship is a bond you have with
another one's soul
Each and every friendship is truly unique
Treasure your friendships
for they are a gift from above

Always treasure your special friends....

Poetry?

Let's see if I remember correctly:


I lit my candle at both ends
It won't last the night
But for one and all to see
What a brilliant light.


Something like that, anyway.

oooo here's one that this one dude I was talking to once wrote (it's based on The Ring!) :

I have seen the tape
Six Sunsets Are Behind Me
I should have made a...


It's a haiku.

A fettered spirit cries out in vain
for freedom as a man in chains
Hear me! Don't let this die!
an anguished plea hurled at the sky

Trapped lonely in a cavern vast
in darkness longing for what is past
seeks light and hope where none is seen
yearns for that which might have been

A ghost that haunts, an echo that lingers
an ethereal ghoul with grasping fingers
in agony wails with silent screams
tormented by elusive dreams

Living and not, able only to feel
its heart entwined with barbs of steel

I wish I could be
born again into a life so
raw and new and sweet

That's also a haiku.

Originally posted by sputnik
I wish I could be
born again into a life so
raw and new and sweet

That's also a haiku.
No it isn't. Haikus are 5-7-5; that is 5-8-5.

That was not a haiku

What is a haiku?
Lines of five, seven, and five
That is a haiku

:)

Originally posted by revenG_DeSire
That was not a haiku

What is a haiku?
Lines of five, seven, and five
That is a haiku

:)
::applauds::

Oh my god I am so smart. ^_^

Ah, I must have copied it down wrong.

This is the real thing. Not the bootleg one.

I want to be born
again into a life so
raw and new and sweet

and one more for good measure:

little orange pill
that gets rid of my headache
motrin is my friend

Carousel Ponies

Music from the merry-go-round
is playing along in time to my heart beat
Light from the ferris wheel flicker
with every blink of my eyes
It is in my blood
It is in my soul
A part of me through and through
This place started my past
Decides my future
Curses my present
Four years under the sun
Each summer slaving away
Four seaons making children smile
All the while making the Fates work easier
I am but one of the Carousel Ponies
I will always be apart of this place
and it will always be
A part of me

*SILVER FURY*
All grew still as shadows darkened
blood was spilled blood was flowing
lightning struck & silver flashed
she raised her blade & made her slash
she spilled her blood & let it flow
the end had come her pain now over
the blade lay in her lifeless hands
never 2 b used in the silver fury of suicide again.
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