Poems

[kraetyz]

Originally Posted by Skatz1980

It was much better than the emo one :P

No it wasn't.
You didn't have the right number of syllables.
It's 5/7/5

[Pizdzius]

Originally Posted by kraetyz

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why won't you just stop posting that offensive crap and do something more creative instead ffs like I don't know, reading a damn book

[kraetyz]

Originally Posted by aardvak2669

why won't you just stop posting that offensive crap and do something more creative instead ffs like I don't know, reading a damn book

I read books all the time.

Sorry about that little bugger, I might have been a bit depressed.

Haiku for Piz

I am sorry, Piz
I did not mean to hurt you
Could you forgive me?
=)

[Angel_de_Combate]

Originally Posted by kraetyz

I read books all the time.

Sorry about that little bugger, I might have been a bit depressed.

Haiku for Piz

I am sorry, Piz
I did not mean to hurt you
Could you forgive me?
=)

About time you fecking emo i still love ya dumner..my love muffin

[kraetyz]

Originally Posted by Skatz1980

About time you fecking emo i still love ya dumner..my love muffin

*punches in face*

Don't push it.

[Angel_de_Combate]

Originally Posted by Dylan Thomas

THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER


The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

<smiles> enjoy

[makarios68]

I like Fern Hill better.

A little lees depressing, and reminds me a bit of my own childhood.

[Angel_de_Combate]

Originally Posted by makarios68

I like Fern Hill better.

A little lees depressing, and reminds me a bit of my own childhood.

You mean this one..

Originally Posted by Dylan Thomas

FERN HILL

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Your childhood must have been lovely, when i was little i went up north to see my dad..so many fields, brooks and woods to explore..happy times for sure.

[Angel_de_Combate]

Originally Posted by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 73

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Alas i dont exist...as i disappear into the mist...

[Static_Fang]

Death From Above: 1- Home Pride

As the enemies ran and charged,
We let out a mighty roar.
What stunned us the most is the fact,
That they came running back for more.

The enemy were swift and agile,
My men flew upwards to the sky.
The enemy stopped and stared,
As they were all about to die.

We dropped down into their mist,
Landed with such grace,
We blazed out weapons wildly,
I punched one in the face.

We had won the fray,
They all ran from our base.
I recieved the order,
For my men to give them chase.

We tracked the damn dogs down,
They cowered infront of us.
I bolstered my pistol,
To end their bloody lust.

One by one they fell,
Swallowed in their shame.
By the end of the day,
All at home was same.

We had won the war,
My friends and fam were safe.
But i could not shake the feeling,
We were now the ones being chased...




Okai, this is an old rhyme i made up when i felt that all those that opposed my contry opposed my family and friends, so i would stop them from that.

I now know thats not entirely true...so nowadays its aimed at terrorists. Its not about me causing violence, its more "The end justifies the means"