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The Onyx Dragoon 150                    Since: 11-17-05 From: Somewhere between Mars and Jupiter, Sitting on an Asteroid Last post: 6301 days Last view: 6298 days |
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| If any of you have any poetry that you have written, or poetry that you like, post it here for people to read.
For me, my favorite poet is William Cullen Bryant, the guy who invented "Free Verse" poetry. I am a huge fan of "Thanatopsis"... TO HIM who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;� Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around� Earth and her waters, and the depths of air� Comes a still voice�Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements; To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world,�with kings, The powerful of the earth,�the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods�rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,� Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man! The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.�Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings,�yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep�the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man� Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. |
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Snow Tomato Snap Dragon   Since: 12-31-05 From: NYC Last post: 6317 days Last view: 6303 days |
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| My favorite poem is "Dream within a Dream" by Edgar Allen 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 the 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? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? ------------------------------------------ I write poetry.. and I guess I'll share one. assimilated within dreams and living within lucidity hallways morphed within glass portraits hung lopsided in contrast to the floors a swelling sensation surrounding a stairwell and steps decline as people breathe out airy possibilities the storm caught my attention high winds and friction molded around the math lesson and later as i walked in the rain and was drenched by azure fraught raindrops welded within neglect i smiled as i entered your warmth a maze of roads and troubled storms azelia's crept up the pavement and the clouds tore holes in the sky where light could shine on all the germs all the lost souls and the hopeless romantics all the loved ghosts and schitzophrenics all could melt in the moment i witnessed the sacred rite of evaporation. |
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Kyoufu Kawa Intends to keep Rom Hacking in one piece until the end  Since: 11-18-05 From: Catgirl Central Station Last post: 6296 days Last view: 6296 days |
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| I am torn between Shakespeare and Stupid.
And since I'm too lazy to open the eBook and find the right passage in Hamlet, I type the following from mind. Originally posted by Shakespeare The stupid is in my custom title. Oh, and the Ode to Spot ofcourse. (edited by Kyoufu Kawa on 12-31-05 05:44 PM) |
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Danielle    6730 Administratorrrr HELLO THERE   Since: 11-17-05 From: California Rate me ^_^ Last post: 6297 days Last view: 6296 days |
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| By Robert Herrick:
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And, while ye may, go marry; For, having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry. Carpe Diem. If you've seen the movie "Dead Poets Society" you'll probably recognize this. Without a doubt my favorite poem I've read. |
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Koitenshin +∞ Moblin Since: 12-24-05 From: Misery Last post: 6299 days Last view: 6299 days |
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Here is a free copyrighted work of mine just for all of you. But you have to give me credit...seriously. 
Why does it hurt? © by Christopher Bay Small clouds, lots of rain. No emotions, tons of pain. I don't know why it hurts so much; It seems our lives are just a crutch. I will survive, that I know; Without a fight, I won't go. Why does it hurt so much? I ask God. He suddenly tells me and I just nod. I am all too human, of that I am sure; But now, I am not so good and pure. It's been published but looking back on it I think that one sucks out of my entire collection of writings. (edited by Koitenshin on 12-31-05 06:31 PM) |
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NITIN Tektite  Since: 03-17-06 From: Bangalore, India Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6297 days |
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| I don't write poetry but I really enjoyed
'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' by Samuel Coleridge. It was part of my tenth grade English textbook |
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NSNick Gohma IF ALL ELSE FAILS USE BOOZE  Since: 11-17-05 From: Last post: 6298 days Last view: 6298 days |
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| I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read, Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed, And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. |
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Deleted User Banned    Since: 05-08-06 Last post: None Last view: 6297 days |
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| I absolutly love poetry, and I have written quite a bit the last 2 years heres a dark one:
Lonely Forever To my dark lonely side I am lost, I am lonely from this dark hole, I wish for someone to save me O how my heart aches for someone to love But some people tell me these matters are not yet to shove Why is it that the evil men get their way? But the innocent are tormented and slain? Slain? As in physically slain you ask? Oh no! I mean slain as in emotions; to love; about to go mad! Why can't induviduals that desire it, obtain it? to get what they long for, within where their heart sits I'm searching and searching, is it not meant for me? But why is it meant for fools who will torment and tease? It hurts to have this emptiness inside but I'd rather have emptiness than a fool's pride The cacklings of low intelligence I will endure Maybe I am supposed be lost... lonley... forever... I've got a bunch more (edited by Skyon on 04-05-06 04:04 PM) |
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Ninetales banned by request Since: 11-17-05 From: Gone. Last post: 6297 days Last view: 6296 days |
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Nick, you stole it!  "Ozymandias" is by far my favorite poem.
Also, I like this one, by Emily Dickinson: "To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few." I also write poems from time to time, but none of them are any good. 
--Kamek77 |
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Ziff B2BB BACKTOBASICSBITCHES Since: 11-18-05 From: A room Last post: 6296 days Last view: 6296 days |
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| I don't read your pathetic past 1400 poetry.
Give me Beowulf any day! |
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The Onyx Dragoon 150 Since: 11-17-05 From: Somewhere between Mars and Jupiter, Sitting on an Asteroid Last post: 6301 days Last view: 6298 days |
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| To be honest, I don't really like the poetry style that focuses itself around discomfort and lonliness. I would like to see poetry with really peaceful elements in it.
And Plus Sign Abomination, I think Beowulf is cool too  . |
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Danielle 6730 Administratorrrr HELLO THERE Since: 11-17-05 From: California Rate me ^_^ Last post: 6297 days Last view: 6296 days |
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| Why are you looking at threads that are 4 months old?
Seriously. And how did Nick miss that? |
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