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Post by Niluial on Nov 2, 2003 15:20:25 GMT -5
I am a poem person.... I LOVE poems! Here are some of my favourites:
Fairies - by April Elizabeth
The moon has risen the sun has gone, The fairies come out one by one. The stars light their way through the weary night. They must get prepared for their untimely flight. The winter has come much too soon. They must flee this night, by the light of the moon.
The days are cold, the nights just as bad. The fairies have lost what they once had. The warmth of the sun, the breeze of the night, Now they are desperate, fleeing by flight.
About the Poem (Fairies)
This is a poem that is a representation of people and their fears and thoughts. When we as people get uncomfortable or scared we have a tendency to run. This is what my poem represents.
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Post by Niluial on Nov 2, 2003 15:29:33 GMT -5
Stars - by Midnight
lazy days lonely nights looking for a lonely star who'd keep me company
looking at the widespread sky being me a lonely soul gazing at the moon so bright making wishes `pon a star
a blow of breeze to animate the freezing scene
so the strings of white gold ribbons seem to tease the lonely moon because it is standing still and they are free to move
"twinkle twinkle little star . . . " I used to sing when I was young now I've grown but still today " . . . how I wonder what you are"
lying down upon the meadows dream of flying up so high reach the stars, sit on the moon dancing ballet with the clouds
A note from the author(Stars)
I love watching the stars at night, and on this particular night, I felt very lonely, and the only company I had were the stars, so I felt like being part of the scene, sky, stars, clouds. I was really amazed by the beauty of it all.
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Post by Lossentilien on Dec 4, 2003 16:57:24 GMT -5
I've been meaning to come clutter up your nice tidy poetry thread for quite some time now. So here I am. And here are some poems I love-
Solitude Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow ailses of pain.
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A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow— You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if Hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand— How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep—while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave?
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Room For Sanity Amy someone...
The clouds gather within my mind, Obscuring my view of the light. I cannot help but try to fight This deep and dark descending night.
I know this room, I've walked this place, A minute's time, a moment's space. As reason runs from me in haste I allow myself a little taste.
It's vaste, heartbreaking, forever sweet - This Hell that causes sense to meet With insatiable and tender heat And cover sanity like a sheet.
It envelops me and now I know What it took you so long to show: The Moon will rise, the wind will blow, And love - forever it shall grow.
I feel a change beneath the floor, Snow-covered hills begin to thaw. The waves slowly return to shore And everything makes sense once more.
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That's all for now. If anyone's interested in Edgar Allan Poe, read The Pit and the Pendulum it's disturbing, but brilliant.
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