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| fobe Quote | Reply | This message was updated on 11/11/2005 12:59:32 PM by fobe | Hermes' Folly posted on: 11/10/2005 3:06:29 PM And this thread is for poems that will some day shake the foundations of society! A small one from myself that I concocted in another boring episode of math: Behold the eyes- the bringers of lies. The deceit runs deep, though as small as a seep, for it - I weep. The end seems to be a bit wishy-washy, but i can live with it  |
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Tessadragon
Quote | Reply | This message was updated on 11/13/2005 12:04:52 PM by Tessadragon |
Hermes' Folly
replied on: 11/13/2005 12:01:37 PM I think you're staking too much on rhyme, Fobe, I like the line "deceit runs deep" best. If need be though, remove the rhyhme to concentrate on the rhythm or the choices of words. ---------------------- Dragons flew the skies Yesterday the sky was fire, Striped with roaring dragons' flight, Up they soared, higher and higher Until they were just specks of light. Today they're gone, the skies are silent Leaving blackened lands forlorn. They may have made our lives more violent But still we crave them now they're gone. Tessa |
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replied on: 11/13/2005 1:06:37 PM yeah, i nkow i staked too much on rhyme, but I'm not much of a poet as it is  that was the first poem i've written, as much as i remember |
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replied on: 11/14/2005 11:42:22 AM Oh, cool :-D if that's a first poem, I'll agree it's good. I look forward to seeing how it evolves, so keep writing please! Tessa |
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fobe
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replied on: 11/14/2005 2:57:36 PM i've got another one coming. you just have to wait til my next math lesson
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fobe
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replied on: 11/17/2005 4:00:45 PM ok, here it goes: I dream of flying, of soaring the skies. The egregious recesses supporting my ethereal wings, the air caressing their smooth surface. I dream of floating, being grasped by the updraft, carried in its flowing bosom, dreaming dreams of lucid bliss. Still need to work on it, though 
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fobe
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replied on: 12/16/2005 7:59:45 PM none care to share? 
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fobe
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replied on: 12/23/2005 3:19:18 PM Reciprocity of vice and virtue In truth, I lie in every word, for lie is inseperable from truth. I tried to run, but he pulled me ever backwards. With a stare and a glare he held me in place, while he spoke words ensnaring, an entrapment of mighy girth. He spoke and lava flowed, stopping me on my feet. „The rivermouth a tainted crimson. Prey, are you not a predator's quarry?“ „After death there is life.“ Touched by Satan they came to me, with tainted eyes and depraved smiles alike, faces turned an ashy gray, they came to me. Their words sowed a field of sorrow inside me, but I felt nothing but gladness, for the auguary visited upon me. 'Cause in a dark pit of my soul, I knew. Up the precipitous stairwell of atonement I climbed, ever closer to my destination. An end to my search answered by a passageway, through which I entered – to Heaven. And for a small time I was happy, until that day of sorrow. Perchancing a wager of faith and fallen from grace- cast down, i was. Ephemerally so, perforated by an epiphany- trying to cross is madness. I stalked the hallways, the paths of ochre sand, girdled by vegitation of softest shadow. Temptation island I came to call it. Oh, how it enthralled my senses - the actions of vice turning to those of purest virtue. In the end, the only difference was the food. Up high, fragrant and exquisite. Sub terra, quick and mushy . There I met connoiseurs of sorrow, my bretheren, my peers. Touched by Satan I joined them in their never-ending pleasures. Trapped on an island of temptation, beleagured by a sea of purest cyan. so, what do you guys think?
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fobe
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replied on: 12/25/2005 6:28:57 PM anyone?
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replied on: 1/16/2006 5:31:41 PM I remember that night of sorrow, as clear to me as stylized glass. I, in greeting, dared not folly, and rejected their offerings naught. Oh, how she would've laughed - forsaken my deities, I was alone. Welcomed the dragon I did, declined not the fire. My punishment fulfilled, the play ceased, leaving me broken inside. Began the time of madness, when wandering wraiths appeared from the lee of personality. Alone now I walk, rarely accompanied by the sound of fleeing feet. This is the end I forgot to post the first time :d and i do hope someone comments this time
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replied on: 1/17/2006 12:10:05 AM I thought they were great. |
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