Poems

Started by Sally, January 20, 2008, 11:48:02 pm

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Sally

Here you can post your own poems or your favret ones.


i like this one :P
Falsely Accused

I've been accused of being a player
One of those innocent woman slayers
Mistaken by my fellow peers
I'm just facing social fears

Although I make it look real easy
The intention is to not be sleazy
Because my true goal is straight from the heart
The honest word is, I'm still learning my part

So what looks like a spiral game
Does not go by the same bloody name
I'm in search of that perfect mate
And avoiding a life with a lonely fate

Someday I will find love and happiness
And then I will be able to confess
No matter how much fun was the time
It was the love that was on my mind
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Nortos

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Vell

I have one I wrote, but it contains secrets I need hidden, too bad, its pretty awesome too, in my mind.

and Nortos, yours kinda is... mysterious.

Nortos

send it to me on PM please...

oh and that's The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe one of my favourite poems ever
(it was even on the simpsons once :P was awesome)

Lost_Hope

you stole that from edgar allen poe...my dad has an entire book of all his writtings...

Nortos

I didn't STEAL it I never said it was mine I said it was one of my favourite poems

Sally

from now on post who u got the poem from :)

Nortos

k I thought everyone knew what The Raven was from though :P

Lost_Hope

I forgot to put LOL on the end of it srry I knew that it was edgar and you even put saying that that was who it was....lol ;D

Sally

im working on a poem i havent started it yet tho.. so... when its done imma post it.

Lost_Hope

January 25, 2008, 10:40:54 am #10 Last Edit: January 25, 2008, 11:09:15 am by seaniorsr
ok as i type this i'm making it up...

in the yes of the deamer
there is a shard of hope

As the beholder bows his head
He gives the world more hope

to stop the evil of the world
he must pray real hard

for the darkness in the world
has power from a far

When the holder finds his way
his destiny will unfold

that he is the one to help us
the savior of untold....

who can guess who this poem is about?
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jesus


Vell


Lost_Hope


Sally


Lost_Hope

here is another i just came up with

within the distance of space
there is a a small speck

Is it life
or is is death?

no one is for sure
untill it takes it's shape

what on earth could it be?
could it a just a mistake?

As the speck begins to form
we stare with awe and wonder

As the element becomes alive
we all begin to ponder

who knows what this element could be
is it water or rain

noone knows for sure just what it may be
but I believe that it has a purpose just like you and me....


TITLE:The creation
Author:Sean T. Mahana


Lost_Hope

January 25, 2008, 12:35:58 pm #15 Last Edit: January 25, 2008, 12:36:32 pm by seaniorsr
Quote from: Susys on January 25, 2008, 12:30:58 pm
is it about god?


i dont know...do you blieve in trinity?

Sally


Blizzard

January 25, 2008, 10:43:54 pm #17 Last Edit: January 26, 2008, 08:21:28 am by Blizzard
The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
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Sally

oh, i knew that!!, not...

Nortos

Ulta we all know me and you are both Aethiests it's like in 6 different topics now lol