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| Poems For You!; Because I'm A Poet-tree | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 21 2011, 03:10 PM (1,206 Views) | |
| princechiv | Jul 21 2011, 03:10 PM Post #1 |
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Woof Woof Woofies!
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I've wanted to make a poem thread for a while now and this thread is basically a place to share poems whether you've written them or not so that everyone can share and enjoy them.This is one I wrote a while ago. I am the tide that will shift and change, I am the mountain growing with age, I am as varying as a cliff range, The gentle breeze; yet filled with rage, I am the howling in the shadows, I am the vanishing eyes, I am what cannot be explained, My truths as numerous as my lies, I know what I am, I know what I'll be, I am the circle and the circle is me. |
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| Cormac250 | Jul 21 2011, 04:43 PM Post #2 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? early in the morning? String him up don't let it go limp! String him up don't let it go limp! String him up don't let it go limp! Drunken in the morning! All the eyes are upon him! All the eyes are upon him! All the eyes are upon him! Drunkard of the morning! Tommorrow there will be a new one! Later there will be a new one! Sooner there will be a new one! Drunkards of the boatyard! Couldn't remember the real words |
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| Zyraxx44 | Jul 21 2011, 04:50 PM Post #3 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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That sounds more like an Irish drinking song than a poem... |
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| Cormac250 | Jul 21 2011, 04:51 PM Post #4 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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Songs are poetry with music, and its scottish, its from the colonial times when Scotland became one of the main suppliers of ships to the British Empire. |
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| Zyraxx44 | Jul 21 2011, 04:52 PM Post #5 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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Interesting. Now go sober up. |
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| Cormac250 | Jul 21 2011, 04:59 PM Post #6 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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If I was sober you would not be so witty If I was drunk I might not be so violent If I was sober I might buy you a drink If I was drunk I might buy you five So what should I be if for friendship I strive? |
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| Zyraxx44 | Jul 21 2011, 05:00 PM Post #7 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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I need to think of a good poem
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| Cormac250 | Jul 21 2011, 05:01 PM Post #8 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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Me too. Instead of a two minute in the making ramble. |
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| Icee77 | Jul 21 2011, 05:04 PM Post #9 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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A poem I REALLY like. What is your life? My honour is my life. What is your fate? My duty is my fate. What is your fear? My fear is to fail. What is your reward? My salvation is my reward. What is your craft? My craft is death. What is your pledge? My pledge is eternal service |
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| Cormac250 | Jul 21 2011, 05:07 PM Post #10 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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There is nothing in the shadows Not that there wasn't in the light Its the same all the time Nothing new appears Nothing goes away either The eyes are always there They never blink or cringe They never arrived They never leave They simply are and will be They watch us all But they will not take you They watch for the hand Descending from the palest of light It comes to us all in time It removes our soul and eats its shine It is not death that watches us But it is what comes |
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| Zyraxx44 | Jul 21 2011, 05:09 PM Post #11 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Robert Frost |
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| Cormac250 | Jul 21 2011, 05:10 PM Post #12 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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Mine was my own composition, against these it kind of shows I guess. |
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| Zyraxx44 | Jul 21 2011, 05:15 PM Post #13 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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No, it was quite alright. |
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| Cormac250 | Jul 21 2011, 05:19 PM Post #14 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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Lets try something simplier. The tree sheds leaves not to die but to change As now my body sheds its flesh Not to die, but to change to dust. |
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| Zyraxx44 | Jul 21 2011, 05:20 PM Post #15 |
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Big Sweaty Moose Bleepers
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I've wanted to make a poem thread for a while now and this thread is basically a place to share poems whether you've written them or not so that everyone can share and enjoy them.




3:43 AM Jul 11