11-27-2004, 04:37 PM | #161 |
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Beautiful poem sun-star! I should check in on this thread more often
Lilian I Airy, fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me Claps her tiny hands above me, Laughing all she can; She'll not tell me if she love me, Cruel little Lilian. II When my passion seeks Pleasance in love-sighs She, looking thro' and thro' me Thoroughly to undo me, Smiling, never speaks: So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple, From beneath her gathered wimple Glancing with black-beaded eyes Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby-roses in her cheeks; Then away she flies. III Prythee weep, May Lilian! Gaiety without eclipse Wearieth me, May Lilian: Thro' my very heart it thrilleth When from crimson-threaded lips Silver-treble laughter trilleth: Prythee weep, May Lilian. IV Praying all I can If prayers will not hush thee, Airy Lilian Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee, Fairy Lilian. -Alfred Lord Tennyson |
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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11-28-2004, 02:09 PM | #163 | |
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11-30-2004, 03:41 PM | #164 |
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What if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the fleshly gate, And pass escaped to thee? What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurt me-that's enough- And wade in liberty? They cannot hurt us anymore, Dungeons may call and guns implore Unmeaning, now, to me As laughter was an hour ago, Or laces or a traveling show Or who died yesterday. -Emily Dickinson (Definitely not sure about the punctuation) Don't you think the idea of two lovers' souls longing to be free is an echo of Tolkien's "Release from bondage"? |
03-01-2006, 09:11 PM | #165 |
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i like poetry...i write poetry too!!!
UNFORTUNATE FATE Scream into pieces Rouse the tempest of death A thousand lustful secrets Pleading wiht the tongue you can't use. The limit of lies The truth of the silent Stain silver blood across her lips Little ivory kisses on her burning brow. Doomed now to fall still The angels fly the breathless die Spew out words of true immortal sin Who will tempt the next poor soul? by moi. Rozlyn...so whar do you think?
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Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! REST IN PEACE GRANDMA, GREAT AUNT, GREAT UNCLE .....they're gunna fly with the angels now so say goodbye..but i can't. You don't really realize the importance of someone until they are gone |
03-02-2006, 01:53 AM | #166 |
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It's pretty dramatic. I like "the breathless die." I wonder about the ivory kisses, though; what does that mean - why are the kisses ivory? Also, why are the blood stains silver? Pretty colour images but I wonder what they symbolise. After reading & talking about Dante's inferno lately over on the other thread, it brings to mind a Dante-esque sort of scene, which is nice and visually dramatic. Very bloody; very religiously mythy, like an old cathedral painting come to life.
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03-02-2006, 06:09 AM | #167 |
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Roz! It's nice hearing from you. I saw you posted in the Writers Workshop too.
I have to agree with Lotesse's "Very bloody; very religiously mythy". And - "The angels fly the breathless die" - great. My favourite poets are Hungarians - esp. one guy, who could play with the sound and rhythm of our language the way no one else could, IMO. It's always a joy reading him. But recently, in my literature seminar, I'm getting to know more English-speaking poets. Funny that none of the "biggies" caught my eye, but a poem we had for a fun reading exercise. It was from a guy called Paul Fleischman (sp? ) from his book 'Joyful Noise - Poems for Two Voices'. Interesting, because it's a really simple text, written for children IIRC, but the uniqueness of it is that "for two voices" thing. It sounds great when read out aloud.
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03-03-2006, 01:16 PM | #168 | |
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Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! REST IN PEACE GRANDMA, GREAT AUNT, GREAT UNCLE .....they're gunna fly with the angels now so say goodbye..but i can't. You don't really realize the importance of someone until they are gone |
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03-03-2006, 01:18 PM | #169 | |
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Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! REST IN PEACE GRANDMA, GREAT AUNT, GREAT UNCLE .....they're gunna fly with the angels now so say goodbye..but i can't. You don't really realize the importance of someone until they are gone |
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03-07-2006, 02:28 PM | #170 |
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also about me poem UNFORTUNATE FATE, the girl who has a burning deadly fever is innocent and should not have fallen ill in the first place and she is pure ( because of the silver blood being innocent and pure) so she could not be sinful or evil...so that is not the cause of her illness. the angels give her ivory kisses on her burning brow, trying to bless an innocent and pure girl tainted with a disease. Ivory---being cool and soothing to the fever's burn... if this absoutly makes any sense to any of you...but it makes really big sense to me....since i wrote it. funny how the things that you write makes perfect sense and then ones you didnot sometimes dont...wierd. and that is my conclusion of my poem UNFORTUNATE FATE.
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Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! REST IN PEACE GRANDMA, GREAT AUNT, GREAT UNCLE .....they're gunna fly with the angels now so say goodbye..but i can't. You don't really realize the importance of someone until they are gone |
03-08-2006, 12:03 AM | #171 |
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03-08-2006, 02:12 AM | #172 |
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Snowdog, is that a Haiku poem? Awesome!! Liked it!
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03-08-2006, 12:49 PM | #173 |
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THERE IS
There is a girl in the corner There is a man in the bathroom There is blood on the counter There is blood on the bed. There is battered, broken in the corner There is abuse in the bathroom There is blood in the sink All over the walls. Helpless in the corner Murder in the bathroom Blood on the floor Blood on the couch. Red and black Take it back You had your chance You stole a glance. There is sobbing in the corner There is fear in the bathroom There is blood on your knife All over the fridge. Take it back Wind it back Red and black You had your chance. There is shattered in the corner There is bitterness in the bathroom There is blood on the glass There is blood on the pictures. Take it back Red and black You stole a glance You had your chance. Red and black Wind it back Take it back Red and black. There is death in the corner There is murderer in the bathroom There is blood in the corner There is blood on his hands. by me! what do you all think?
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Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! REST IN PEACE GRANDMA, GREAT AUNT, GREAT UNCLE .....they're gunna fly with the angels now so say goodbye..but i can't. You don't really realize the importance of someone until they are gone |
04-18-2006, 01:46 PM | #174 |
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this thread
so anyone who wants to...step up and summit a poem...gets some feedback and use this thread..its a good one i'll wagger
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Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer: Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! REST IN PEACE GRANDMA, GREAT AUNT, GREAT UNCLE .....they're gunna fly with the angels now so say goodbye..but i can't. You don't really realize the importance of someone until they are gone |
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William Shakespeare:
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies That she might think me some untutor'd youth Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although I know my years are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue On both sides, then, is simple truth suppress'd. But wherefore says not she she is unjust And wherefore say not I that I am old? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust And age in love loves not to hear years told. And thus I lie with her, she lies with me In both our faults by lies we flattered be.
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There was a time in my life
when I enjoyed being alone Spending time by myself just the two of us just me and my thoughts That was before it happened before everything changed Now the solitude is a little too lonely I inevitably just sit and think about her and wonder why
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