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Here's a couple poems I've written in a form I invented. Enjoy! :) ________________________________________ Why Bother? To call myself another one of you, My mind rages against such thought! Why must I take your word for mine own? My mind rages against such thought! Why must I take your word...

your welcome! I just love your imagination in this one. I encourage you to keep writing. It would be a shame for the world to not have such a warm light shining as yours. You make us proud.

mmmm, that poem was satisfying! pure cuteness! ;)

Along the Way Walking this path I've chosen, My hope is that I know These footsteps bring me closer. Though the only map I know of, The road I will follow, Walking this path I've chosen. As the way unfolds before me, Although the journey's long, These footsteps bring me closer...

The Travelling Soul Another day comes and goes, And I'm here holding onto nothing. In this journey of the travelling soul, I don't know what it is that keeps me going, Yet, my self is but the one thing I take with me down this road. Another day comes and goes, And I'm here holding onto...

Time for the serious stuff. :eek: I would like to discuss this poem. Usually I don't tell the meanings to my poems for a number of reasons (mostly because revelation is sweet when it comes on its own, that and I like people to get their own meanings from a lot of my work because there can be...

Spring (part three) So often the wettest days of the year Are well received by Nature's open arms. Thirsting plants take advantage of the storms That endow the earth with the means to rear Healthy and vibrant vegetation, where Thick leaves are a meal for caterpillars, And hummingbirds feed upon...

Worst part... sometimes you want to give up. Best part... you get to express yourself.

Spring (part two) As birds begin their play and pageantry, The woodlands take on a life of their own. To those who live among them, birdsong becomes One of the comforts of home; welcoming, And inviting as the first-light of morning. Whitetail deer emerge from the brush, to roam And graze...

This is my new thread for a project I'm working on. It is going to be a heroic crown of 15 Petrarchan sonnets, and will cover the four seasons, and will encompass as many observances of the seasons as possible. Each season will span 3 sonnets each, which makes 12, and the other 3 of the 15...

thanks poppy! Here's some more for y'all! This one is a 'rondel,' adapted from a French form with refrains. (though I've opted for two sestets and a couplet as the structure, but it's still a rondel nonetheless) _____________ Echoes This voice I hear, calling clearly, Reverberates inside my...

lol, glad it hit the spot... The Stars that Fall By My Hand I look t' the heavens and the stars around That seem as if near, though on Earth I stand, Imagining I could reach out my hand, Gather them all, and throw them to the ground, As if I were a sleeping giant now Awakened, who's fury's...

thanks you two! I was going for light-verse, and just felt like writing something whimsical, off the cuff. Glad you guys liked it! It was definitely of a different vein than what I usually write, and, I see, so worth taking the risk. I'll be sure to try more along the same lines to share with...

Feeling Lucky, But Not 'I'm feeling lucky today, Mister!' I tell the man at the counter, 'Give me another scratch-off ticket!' 'I hope you give me a real winner! In fact, give me the one for two dollars. I'm feeling lucky today, Mister!' Well, I got my money back with it... I tell the man...

Chain writing in that I go through many writing phases where I can't stop for days. I'd have to say yeah.

very good you two! The first by Gita was rather somber, which I like a lot. And who says every story has a happy ending anyways? Art imitating life! And the second by Sparhawk was alarmingly comical as a play on 'survival of the fittest.' Again, art imitating life! I enjoyed both about the...

The Great Struggle O', how anger holds many a man captive, And leeches his ability to reason, Mind overcome by the things he imagines, And driven to act, upon his strong feelings, When all that's sought, is some kind of release, A quick escape from the turmoil inside, His mind, at war, locked...

The Labyrinth O' how a dream can seem so real! Even though it makes sense not, We can only fathom What takes place in the night! Even though it makes sense not, We find ourselves believing What takes place in the night, As the dream world turns tangible! We find ourselves believing The grand...

Down With Boredom! My words, a message I wish to be heard Loud and clear, come across the page With enough force to make your ears ring, While I stand with loudspeaker in hand, Poised to incite a rebellion, against the tyranny Of boredom, and the long hours of unrest, As we all fight for the...

A Glimpse Cannot Suffice A glimpse cannot suffice When beauty is sustained, Though eyes may pass it by, They need to be restrained, For to miss the marvel, And one may call it vain, Is to not see the art Of which it has been made, But true beauty is seen From a place of silence, Where the only...