Rabish Bini Posted January 9, 2007 Share Posted January 9, 2007 Aw, another war poem. I liked that one too. Another poem by me will be up soon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JediMaster12 Posted January 11, 2007 Author Share Posted January 11, 2007 Beat ya to it Akuma. Here is another one of my poems that I had forgotten. It was inspired by a trip I took on a boat. Night Sea Dreams As I lay upon my bed Upon the pillow I rest my Head I see the clouds part above My Guide comes as the Dove He takes me to a land away Where all dreams hold sway I ride on a great ship Keeping close to Captain Kip I sail the ocean blue Seeing dreams in every hue I see this above my head As I lay on ocean in my bed Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Diego Varen Posted January 14, 2007 Share Posted January 14, 2007 I might write a poem about how I joined LF, if that is alright with you all. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rabish Bini Posted January 14, 2007 Share Posted January 14, 2007 Go ahead Pottsie, I never would've thoguht of that idea. @JM12 - You only beat me to it 'cos I was on holiday for a little while. Anywho, here's another poem: THE DAY MY DOG DIED 'Twas a day When the sun was bright Me and my dog Played through the night Sandy her name Playing her game Young or old She looked the same Her gleaming eyes Her long fur She would live forever Of that i'm sure But she got sick Something in her gut And we had to put down That playful mut I was sad As anyone would be But in my dreams Her I see. -Matt G 14/01/07 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The_Catto Posted January 14, 2007 Share Posted January 14, 2007 More great poems since i was last here. I've loved them all. @AkumaSF: The poem about your dog. It reminded me of the dog i used to have. I didnt have to put him down though, but we did have to give him away, because he was much to big for our small backyard. He did not die, but i was still very attached to him, and i was very 'succumb to emotion' for quite a while after that . It was a lovely poem, for something so sad. Here is another one, i have wrote and one that i hope you all will enjoy. - The Place Where Serinity Dwells, Unhindered - The picture i form in my mind, As my eye-lids close, The sound of the river flowing, As i lay, in the undying grove. The darkness of the world shifts, As the light overwhelms, Laughter is embedded within my ears, Tranquil is throughout my soul. The flows of the evergreens, Running across the plain, Scenes awaiting to be seen, Before all is lost and slain. The whisper of the wind, As it drifts across the leaf-covered ground, Making the tree's sway, Producing that ever lovely sound. The sun, calls to me Bathing me with its warmth, Sitting down beside me Whispering soundless words of peace And so without, the heart to be As worrisome as my life has been I know forever, shall it not be Because whenever i am lost within I come to this place, my own To where, you shall always be, To where, you are always with me. THE END Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rabish Bini Posted January 15, 2007 Share Posted January 15, 2007 @Mr BFA - Awesome. Great poem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JediMaster12 Posted January 19, 2007 Author Share Posted January 19, 2007 I like that poem Mr. BFA. I can sense the pain and the longing. On another note, here is another poem for you folks. I Sing of Ireland I sing of Ireland, my homeland. A place where begins life and ends with strife. The soldiers march, they do, proclaiming home rule across the dew. While terrible and bad, violence makes me not sad. In my heart swells with pride, my brogue that some folks snide. Sing of my homeland, I sing of Ireland. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rabish Bini Posted January 19, 2007 Share Posted January 19, 2007 Cool, I liked that one, would you mind if I did one with a similiar topic just with Croatia? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JediMaster12 Posted January 19, 2007 Author Share Posted January 19, 2007 Go ahead Akuma. This one I wrote when I was in ninth grade. I can't remember the reason why except maybe that I had read William Butler Yeats. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aristotélēsticus Posted January 19, 2007 Share Posted January 19, 2007 i've posted this before in another thread, however, here i am posting it again... “Without you” The wind blow so heavy, the roses blossom no more My reflection in the river is stranger than before The bird songs are silent, whispers fill the air Your hand no longer softly, comfortably washes my hair I can’t withstand the ocean, in time I knew its true That I can’t even sustain my breath in darkness without you… Without you…without you And the wind still blow so heavy, darkness came nigh People flying aimlessly trying to touch the sky Silver falling from my eyes but they cant hear my cry And I keep asking myself wondering without knowing why When all my colors turned to grey, when violet became blue I know I can’t sustain my breath in darkness without you… Without you… without you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JediMaster12 Posted January 19, 2007 Author Share Posted January 19, 2007 Warning to all who read the above poem: It is one that will bring out the most sentimental and most heart wrenching emotions from you. You are going to need alot of tissues to dry the tears because this poet is truly gifted. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aristotélēsticus Posted January 19, 2007 Share Posted January 19, 2007 Warning to all who read the above poem: It is one that will bring out the most sentimental and most heart wrenching emotions from you. You are going to need alot of tissues to dry the tears because this poet is truly gifted. thanks for the comment, dont believe him anyway, he's over reacting methinks...thanks again Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JediMaster12 Posted January 19, 2007 Author Share Posted January 19, 2007 No I am not overreacting. I can get really moved by the pathos of poetry. Poetry has always been touching for me. For future reference you may refer to me as a member of the female gender. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HappyMojo Posted January 19, 2007 Share Posted January 19, 2007 An old poem I wrote a few years back as a part of a novel I was/am working on. “The birds are flying high above. I walk the land, and think of love. My love is very far away. My steps have led me far astray. Never will I see her face. I walk away with every pace. The song of birds, may carry me. But no young love may merry me. My heart to her, I bind my love. My every stride is seen above. My soul is pure, I rest my soul. I close my eyes, I reached my goal.“ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rabish Bini Posted January 20, 2007 Share Posted January 20, 2007 @Pharazon (Can I call you that for short?) - Nice poem, I enjoyed it deeply. @HappyMojo - I liked that poem too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aristotélēsticus Posted January 20, 2007 Share Posted January 20, 2007 No I am not overreacting. I can get really moved by the pathos of poetry. Poetry has always been touching for me. For future reference you may refer to me as a member of the female gender. oh! sorry milady Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JediMaster12 Posted January 21, 2007 Author Share Posted January 21, 2007 HappyMojo: That was an impressive piece of work. It sounds as if it speaks of searching for a lost love or something. That was very good. Ar-Pharazon: No problem. Everyone makes that mistake with me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aristotélēsticus Posted January 21, 2007 Share Posted January 21, 2007 @Pharazon (Can I call you that for short?) - Nice poem, I enjoyed it deeply. sure you can (i know my name is very long ), thanks for the comment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HappyMojo Posted January 21, 2007 Share Posted January 21, 2007 HappyMojo: That was an impressive piece of work. It sounds as if it speaks of searching for a lost love or something. That was very good. Thank you The poem is based on a character who lost his wife and was leaving his home to seek revenge. "Unfortunetly" he was killed before he got his revenge - thus his soul was pure when he died. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rabish Bini Posted January 23, 2007 Share Posted January 23, 2007 CROATIA In a land pillaged by war Bulidings destroyed which everyone saw Houses burnt down multiple floors Buildings covered with bullet holes In a land where streets are small Crosses, in graveyards like to stand tall Mines still active from ten years ago Covered by grass, laying low In a land where the sea is clear Stay silent, and the sea you will hear One half of the country, a sea it has not One half of the country, the weather is hot We one the war, a hefty battle Yet after it, we were rattled But we were glad, to have been victorious But the war, it was not glorious How i'm proud, to be a Croatian The country I love, the country, my nation. -Matt G 23/01/07 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JediMaster12 Posted January 23, 2007 Author Share Posted January 23, 2007 Very patriotic Akuma. I see that you really placed emphasis on the fact that in spite of the turmoils of your country, you still call it home. To tell you the truth, I have never been to Ireland. I wrote it because I was reading at the Yeats and the potato famine in Ireland. Of course my tendency is to develop my information and I delved a bit more. I have some more but I have to dig my manuscript out of my book case. No Pottsie I will not dangle this above your head. You have already suffered with Heart of Deception. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth InSidious Posted January 23, 2007 Share Posted January 23, 2007 Modernity "Vanity of vanities - all is vanity." Millennia creep silently by, And what have we learned? Not much. And that which we have Is lost. Drowned in a sea of numbers. Yet still, All is vanity. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aristotélēsticus Posted January 23, 2007 Share Posted January 23, 2007 Since tidings are going toward patriotism, allow me then to provide you this poem: “Perhaps” Perhaps you would take away from me The last of my land’s dust Perhaps you would feed your dark prisons My youthful years, with lust Perhaps you would quench a torch in my night, its light you would smother Perhaps you would tear my face away from the morning kiss of my mother Perhaps you would steal from my garden a dreamful fruit Perhaps you would forbid my children a holiday’s suite Perhaps you would build around me a wall, and a wall, and a wall… Perhaps you would bring me down to my knees and laugh when I fall… But no matter what you would do For I shall not be subdued And till the last breath in my life I shall arise And till the last beat of my heart I shall arise… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JediMaster12 Posted January 24, 2007 Author Share Posted January 24, 2007 Pharazon: That was impressive. I see that you utilized the never give up clause. That I think is the heart of a true patriot, that they will never give up. Darth Insidious: That was nice. My only quirk was that you misspelled 'millennium' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emalin Posted January 24, 2007 Share Posted January 24, 2007 Wow! I just love what you guys write! Your poems inspire me...a lot. @ JediMaster12 Actually, "millenia" is the plural form of "millennium." I didn't know that myself until recently. This is another poem I wrote for literature class. It was meant as an experiment in haiku. Nighttime Haiku Tilled field of blackness Strewn with countless seeds of light— Watch! See if they sprout! White visage of night, Laughing like a farmer pleased At a day’s work done. The drone of crickets— Whistling of the farmer As he walks homeward. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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