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Siamese712 · I blamed it on the dog...

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Daphne Dingo · Martian

Nice. Kinda unsettleing, but nice. Who wrote it?

Can other people post poems too?

Siamese712 · I blamed it on the dog...

Daphne Dingo wrote:

Can other people post poems too?

I guess.

Daphne Dingo · Martian

Okay then.

Ten Little Sailor Boys

Ten little sailor boys went out to dine
one choked his little self, and then there were nine.

Nine little sailor boys sat up very late
one overslept himself, and then there were eight.

Eight little sailor boys travelling in Devon
one said he'd stay there, and then there were seven.

Seven little sailor boys chopping up sticks
one chopped himself in halves, and then there were six.

Six little sailor boys playing with a hive
a bumblebee stung one, and then there were five.

Five little sailor boys going in for law
one got in Chancery, and then there were four.

Four little sailor boys going out to sea
a red herring swallowed one, and then there were three.

Three little sailor boys walking in the zoo
a big bear hugged one, and then there were two.

Two little sailor boys sitting in the sun
one got frizzled up, and then there was one.

One little sailor boy left all alone
he went and hanged himself, and then there were none.

Yep, this is the inspiration poem for 'Eight Little Anthros'. But it's obviously better than my poem.

zadavias_spirit · Out of This World

Huh. I thought they were Indians. Differnt versions, I guess.

BlackCat · Anthros

Man thats deep Siamese

Siamese712 · I blamed it on the dog...

One Hundred Little Eyes Stared At Me.
One hundred little eyes stared at me.
Never blinking, only staring.
Glowing monsters in the night.

One hundred little eyes stared at me.
Fire burning in their souls.
Some sad, some angry, some with no say..
One hundred little eyes.
I walked to the door surrounded by eyes.

One hundred little eyes stared at me.
I will, I wount, should I knock?
The eyes seemed to say knock, knock, knock.
Taunting, pressuring, without a word.

One hundred little eyes stared at me.
I mask my face, onec, twice, I knocked.
A woman ansered and I yelled,
Trick-or-Treat!
As I left candy in hand I saw
a one eyed jack'o lantern.

Ninety-nine little eyes stared at me.

Feline Friend

Velvet fur fluffing against my hand
Loving purr ending in a low coo
Lucid eyes staring at me in a strange bond
White teeth bared adainst a brown fur spot
My little angel
My Siamese

--Detecated to my Siamese cat, Keko.

-- Edited by Siamese712 at 16:53, 2007-09-17

Siamese712 · I blamed it on the dog...

Who am I?

I am your constant companion. I am
your greatest helper or heaviest burden.
I will push you onward or drag you down
to failure. I am completely at your command.
Half the things you do you might just as
well turn over to me and I will be able to do
them quickly and correctly.

I am easily managed-you mustmerely
be firm with me. Show me exactly how you
want something done and after a few
lessons I will do it automaticlly. I am the
servant of all great individuls and, alas, of
all failures, as well. Those who are great, I
have made great. Those who are failures,
I have made failures.

I am not a muchine, though I work
with all the precision of a machine plus
the intelligence of a humman. You may run
me for a profit or run me for ruin-it
makes no diffrence to me.

Take me, train me, be firm with me,
and I will place the world at your feet. Be
easy with me and I will destroy you.

Who am I?

Akira_Cat · Your local cat

Siamese712 wrote:

Theis are poemes I found and know that I figered I could share....

Whispers In The Dark
They speak of days gone by
Of the dreams that can't die
They steal my broken soul
That's the coloer of coal
The whispers in the dark

They come to me by night
When I no longer fight
They come to me so slow
Like songs of long ago
The whispers in the dark

Why must I be their one
Why had it all begun
When will the moon rise high
That's when I hear their sigh
The whispers in the dark
I lie waiting for a light
Hoping I'm out of sight
Longing to see the day
Just wishing I could pray
The whispers in the dark

But they come in the dark
Leaving a hidden mark
To know where I will go
Even in the deep snow
The whispers in the dark

I hear them in the dark
Waching me at the park
They speak so soft to me
I will never be free
The whispers in the dark

That is one heavy poem. You think it's alright if I can use it for the final chapter of "Candle in the Darkness"? It sort of got me into some deep thought.

Earth Master · Loonatic

Wow. Those are cool poems, Siamese. I liked "Whispers In The Dark."

Siamese712 · I blamed it on the dog...

Thank you Earth Master. Altho I can't tack full credit of all of them 2 of them where done by my friend.

And the 'How Am I' Pome the anser is; I am Habit.

I'll post a nother one soon.

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

>_> <_<

Sing a song of sadness,
A vial full of tears,
Four-and-twenty children
Crying out their fears.
No one's there to listen,
No one's there to find
That there's always someone,
Someone left behind.

written by me. :D

-- Edited by the_oddity at 18:40, 2007-09-18

Siamese712 · I blamed it on the dog...

A Life

Two little hands, and two little feet.
Two eyes, two ears,
one nose. one moth.
A steady hart that beets
A new sole, a new life
A new baby is born

Wakeing with the sun
gathering is things
Un willingly goinh
With a pout and a frown
Gets in the car
Thin steps on the steps
A little kid gos to school

A hart a heavy
A head a flirt
There dreams have changed
And so have they
There hart may say yes
There head my say no
They must chows for them self
Do they stay or go
To live with there date
The wild teenager

The baby cying
The buzzer for food is a sound
Sleep is a not
Work is calling
Kids principal is mad
House is a mess
The stressed out Adult

The little rocking chair
And recliner
Been retired for years
Gran kids play
Happy and old
Remembering the time of youth
The old seiner

White all around
Soft like clouds
Happy and free
No more acke
And no more pain
Life fulfilled
The angle watching the world

Siamese712 · I blamed it on the dog...

Memories...

I treasure sweet old memories
As time goes swiftly by.
A few bring smiles of happiness
And some tears to the eye.

They all are precious in their way,
Reopening doors of old
That have been shut these many years
What pictures they unfold!

These dear old, sweet old memories
All play their special part
In bringing joy and opening up
The lach strings of the heart.

Memories are heartbeats
Sounding through the years
Echoes never fading
Of our smiles and our tears.
Moments that are captured
Sometimes unaware
Pictured in an album
Or a lock of hair.

Images that linger
Deep within the mind
Bit of verse we cherished
Once upon a time.
Through the musty hallways
Of the days we knew
Ever comes the vision
Beautiful and true.

Memories are roses
Blooming evermore
Full of fragrant sweetness
Never known before.
Life must have a meaning
Goals for which to strive
Memories are lights that burn
To keep the heart alive.

Siamese712 · I blamed it on the dog...

What Do You Do.

What do you do,

when no one hears you scream?

What do you say,

when your words are muffled from sound?

What do you do,

when no one hears your thoughts?

Do you give up and surrender your will?

Or do you fight and rave?

Fight for what you believe is right.

Rave for your chance to be heard.

Do you wait for opportunity to pounce

or do you hunt them down like they should?

Do you fight?

Fight for what is fare.

Do you rave?

Rave for what is true?

Or do you wait,

wait and surrender your will?

kari bunny · Out of This World

Poem lyrics of Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Dragon Wing · Gone

Alright guys, here's the deal.

I am subbing for this other guy in a Speech competition on Thursday and Friday. One of the events I am doing now is Original Poetry, where we basically memorize and recite a poem that we ourselves wrote.

I just got finished writing the poem I will use at competition. I've been wanting to write it for a long time, actually, but this gave me the incentive to do it. It's about the Spanish acquisition of the Indians in South America back around the 15th/16th century. It was quite a terrible ordeal for the Natives during that time, and I wrote this poem from a perspective from a (grown up) child victim. Please give it a read and tell me what you think. Thanks!

For All Time

And as the winds slowly die
The gaping wound remains
For our heartland’s pride
Shall never be the same

A desolate earth
A cold land torn asunder
Is but a burial ground
For those slain to the thunder

And I remember the men
And their inscrutable features;
They rode with long wooden sticks
On vast four legged creatures.

Such an alien sight!
What a remarkable day!
Sadly, we knew not
Of the lives they would slay.

We offered them treasures
Precious gifts from our fathers;
The accepted with avarice
But went on with the slaughter.

We believed we made peace
With the strange, pale folk
But once we lay down to dream
Some of us never awoke

And the flashes were loud
And the ground shook violently!
Our barren temples crumbled!
And lay shattered silently.

And those not yet slain
Ran frantically about!
Praying for a salvation
They would long be without.

And the noise was deafening!
The violent flashes blinding!
We ran senselessly amidst the chaos
Scurrying among the dying!

Tears streamed down my cheek
As I call for my mother
But I gazed at my surroundings
And could see no others.

I scream, but no sound escapes me!
I try to run, but my legs fail me!

I cannot move, yet I cannot rest!
O, will Death clasp me in his cold breast?

I am but a child! I cannot die!
It’s not my time to be one with sky!

O mother, o father, where have you gone?!
Please make me safe! Comfort me with your song!

Please, make haste! I hear them draw near!
O, God, if you’re there, please make me disappear…

A loud noise.

A flash.

Silence.

And to this very day
Every bitter sunrise
Is but a forlorn torch, shedding
light upon our demise.

All that remained were feeble cries
Emanating from the young
Whose songs of hope and wonderment
Will forever remain unsung

A destitute young girl
Lays asleep in the snow
Dreaming of a mother
She’ll never again know

And now I only wish
That we had put up a fight!
To retain what he had
And avoid such a blight

But wishes are futile
Our bitter past endures
But why must it have happened?
I am still unsure.

And here I remain seated
Upon this citadel of stone
Looking out upon the sky
Gazing into the unknown…

…Father, I still hear your voice
Within each passing storm
You still resonate with all the power
And glory of the Gods above

Mother, I feel your caress even now
Lovingly present in the wind
And I realize now, mother,
That you’ll always care of me…

But the day fate brought your ruin
Will be a day forever accursed
And I promise to you both
When the sorrow inside me is nursed

The infernal intruders will face the doom
Which they themselves have brought
For they sought upon us terrible affliction
A passion in which they have wrought

But my wrath will take its course -
The sinful emotion that more often hinders -
Will turn their raging inferno of power
Into nothing more than mere cinders.

They will feel the burn of bereavement
The bitter taste of mortification
The uncompromising scent of atrophy
And the deafening sound of desperation

The choice was theirs and theirs alone
Their fate was forever reaped and sown

And If I succeed, all of our tarnished souls will be avenged
And if I fail, we shall reunite in the glorious light
At the end of the world,
For all time.

-- Edited by Dragon Wing at 17:15, 2008-02-18

Akira_Cat · Your local cat

I gotta say, that's really good. I think you've managed to go through all the issues and yeah. You've really managed to address the topice well.

Akira_Cat · Your local cat

Speaking of which, I made up these two poems for our community performance project that we did in November. So yeah. Enjoy.

A Heart So Torn

Love is such a wonderful thing
All the happiness it can bring
But all the leaves have fallen down
Turned from green into brown
Now my heart is not complete
In a heart-broken sorrow, I cry in defeat.
A love so deep can make you sick
Now I know that love is a cruel trick
Where lovers see the beauty in light
But now it is over and out of sight.

The Female Heart

A heart is such a beautiful shape
With a lovely pair of breasts
That rests upon a chest
With the perfect point below.
But it didn't matter if it doesn't have any arms
Or even a long pair of legs
A heart is still a beautiful shape
And what a figure it has too.

techfan979 · MagykWire

That is really good Dragon_wing.

dOMITUPSYK · Loonatic

I have a bunch of poems on my website.

www.freewebs.com/domitupsyk

Here's one:

In the Soul of the Tormented (T)

Flames of anger burn her soul
Clouds of sadness turn her sky coal
Raining tears, at the same time extinguishing
In the process, inner child is languishing

The flood waters rise, she backs away
While the outside girl hopes she dies today
The current sweeps her in, the child begins to drown
But all the outside her displays is a frown

The child washes on the shore of self doubt
Wishing the waters hadn't flooded her out
She tries to stand on the sand made of shards
She had to find her outside self, no matter how hard

The glass cuts her feet as she stands on the shore
Wasn't anything new, she'd bleed some more
She looked back to find her own bloody trail
She'd keep trudging on, she could not fail

To this day the child hasn't found her yet
She gets discouraged, but she won't let
That stop her, for the outside her knows fate-
One day they'll meet and take all her hate

Edit: oh, shoot. I copied and pasted this, and found a mistake, gar. furious

-- Edited by dOMITUPSYK at 22:20, 2008-02-27

Frada The Ferret · Out of This World

Mine's called Dancing Love.
It's not really a poem, But I'll post it anyways:

In and out of my way,
You dance for me.
I try to take you but,
You keep on dancing in and out of my way.

Please will you stop for me?
You funny thing called Love?

Dragon Wing · Gone

Censored.

-- Edited by Dragon Wing at 23:38, 2008-04-26

Rye · Angela is always right!

So I wrote this in school one time in 11th grade.
It started out in poem format, became story format, and ended up poem format again!
Why? Because Dragon Wing suggested I try putting it into poem format. -snugs her-

And so... I present you: "Anonymous Farewell"
Written and Copyrighted to myself, Rye.
Kudos to Dragon Wing for the poem idea.

Among us, some time ago,
There was one who warned us of the fragility of a human heart,
And the utter delicacy of each breath we take for granted
She opened her arms to embrace the least of existence,
And offered up her simple acceptance to redeem us

With spiteful tongues we mocked her,
Turning our backs to her intricate understanding
Of the corrupt innocence we know as life,
We labelled her as undesirable, glaring with melancholy eyes
As her inner self writhed in resistance of conformity

We allowed our common suspicions to mount against her,
‘Til no heart had the strength to break through the barrier
We had created between her and ourselves
Then, in curiosity we reached out our hands to grip her flesh
Oh, how we bled our regrets
She shattered, and in distasteful silence
We observed her kneeling to gather the pieces of herself
We were as pathetic children who have broken a toy
Who would stoop to assist her? “Not I.” “Nor I.”

As always we deserted her,
Placing her well-being at the back of our minds
We would assume she became lost in herself then,
Wading into her deep thoughts, only to find herself drowning
Though of course, we barely acknowledged the matter
We stepped back and allowed isolation to consume her sanity,
Casting bets on how long she could or would hold out

It was a gradual process,
Slow and graceful, we decided
As the shine in her intelligent eyes became dull,
And her passionate will to live recoiled
A hollow shell of flesh she had become,
Yet we only shook our heads,
Laughing bitterly to dismiss the whole matter

How suddenly did she become
A shallow grave beneath the earth?
And they said, “One of our own has passed on.”
Bowing our bruised heads,
We answered with half-hearted regrets,
“Dearly beloved, you shall be missed.”

Again, we turned our backs, not to her this time,
But to the cool gray granite that replaced she who was shunned
Whispers crowded the oxygen among us,
Words that carried no sorrow to weigh down our stone hearts
Hearts that were as stone as the grave she lay beneath
Alas, our murmuring drifted from lips of ice

Once more we bled as we reached out
To take hold of her spirit, however, she remained whole
We found ourselves lusting over her extravagant peace,
But in vain, for we found only misery
Her joyful laughter stung us as she escaped into midnight slumber,
Accepting the poisonous kiss of the grateful dead

Tears of blood escaped as our blinded eyes found sight,
And with sight came horror
As we found our hands to be stained with scarlet consequences
Angst was great among us,
Fuelled by the sinful tragedy we had cradled willingly in our womb
Our comprehension was beneath the ability to understand her passing,
And so we merely congregated our hungry mouths
To gape a single word, “Why?”
There was no answer to receive our desperate question

And now, the dearly laid to rest, was gone from the living
She, who was surely hurting within
Was never again to share the polluted oxygen of our earth
Surely, at last, she was amongst angels
And so, farewell to the anonymous
May you rest in heavenly peace,
With our surely overdue apology as your casket

(FIN! ...Er, the end. ;D)

Stylediva127 · MagykWire

I love those poems! Are we suppose to look for poems or write one?

Rye · Angela is always right!

I think both. =3

Stylediva127 · MagykWire

Ok! I'll come up with one later

Siamese712 · I blamed it on the dog...

Rye wrote:
I think both. =3

Rye is right.

Memeries, What do you do, and a life are ones I did.

Wispers in the dark is one A friend of mine did.

Stylediva127 · MagykWire

Ok! Oooh! I love the poem

Siamese712 · I blamed it on the dog...

Stylediva127 wrote:
I love the poem

wich one?

dOMITUPSYK · Loonatic

I POST NOTHER WHEEEEEEE (I'm okay, I swear. XD)

POOPOO

I love my Poopoo.
My Poopoo's a cat.

XD That's the whole thing. XD

Rye · Angela is always right!

dOMITUPSYK wrote:

I POST NOTHER WHEEEEEEE (I'm okay, I swear. XD)

POOPOO

I love my Poopoo.
My Poopoo's a cat.

XD That's the whole thing. XD

AMAZING. Where did you get your talent? D:

Dragon Wing · Gone

I've been experimenting with free verse lately. I guess this poem isn't totally 'free verse' in that it has semi-structured stanzas, but there's no real rhyme scheme here.

This poem's actually pretty significant to me. I think only one or maybe two people here will know what its referring to.

Farewell, Dear Ghost

Oh, dear ghost, why do you torment me?
You have long overstayed your welcome
Every unwanted second you linger here
is another stab at my vitality.

Oh, but I do revere you, my ghost!
For what would I be without you?
Just another lonely shadow
Slowly carving circles in the dirt.

Indeed, you are my ghost, my savior
But such is the torment of mortality
You made me warm, but I still shiver
If only dreams could be reality.

You were my closest friend, ghost,
My everlasting companion,
But now your sweet benevolence
Burdens my conscious like deadweight.

But I have never blamed you, dear ghost!
For you know not what you do,
How could you? You are but the wind
Rustling the flowers of your grave.

Materialize for me again, ghost,
As you had for all those years.
"Walk into the light," you said,
carrying my hand into the sun.

Oh, dear ghost, I still remember your promises!
They must brisk the lips of heaven still.
"We'll run from the darkness, through the dawn,
and dance in the sunlight 'til we're gone"

Why am I still here, my ghost?
Cerulean twilight is upon me now
And I know you would never betray me,
For it's I, not you, with the soul of stone.

Oh, I'm very selfish, poor ghost!
Your fate was not mine to choose
So I must kindle the ashes for myself,
And renew the flames you ignited.

Thus I bid you farewell, dear ghost,
For you and I both must go.

May the ceaseless currents carry your ethereal soul
To the splendorous paradise I'll never know.

-- Edited by Dragon Wing at 23:39, 2008-05-22

-- Edited by Dragon Wing at 23:53, 2008-05-22

Stylediva127 · MagykWire

Siamese712 wrote:

Stylediva127 wrote:
I love the poem

wich one?

Whispers in the dark

Dragon Wing · Gone

Then

Remember then,
Dreaming of when

Our childhood fears
Would be gone with the years.

Now we look at the past
Wondering why it didn't last.

Days in the hot sun
Always having fun.

Going for a ride
Letting the bike glide.

Biking, sledding,
Swimming, swinging,

Days of old
Never to be sold.

Signs of change
Widely range.

Moving away
No more play.

Friends forever
Talk almost never.

Through the years,
Our lives shift gears.

Laughter, smiles,
Fears, miles,

Distant souls
Drifting goals.

Friendship the art
Connects our hearts.

Now that it is when
We dream of Then.

Dragon Wing · Gone

You Were But A Ghost In My Arms

Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm
Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall. . .
Amber nectar, misery ichor
. . .cascading in streams of hallowed form
For each stain, a forsaken shadow

You are the lugubrious spirit
Etched in the oak of wonder
You are the sullen voice and silent storm

Each night I lay
Awakened by her shivering silent voice
From the shapes in the corridor walls.
It pierces the solitude like that of a distant scream
In the pitch-black forest of my delusion. . .

With each passing day, a deeper grave. . .

"Why did you leave me to die?"
"Why did you abandon me?"
"Why did you walk away and leave me bitterly yearning?"

Her haunting, contorted despair was etched into the wood's grain
Though fire rages within me, no fire burns fiercer than her desire
The shape whispers my name. . .

I damn this oak!
I damn her sorrow!
I damn these oaken corridors
That bear the ghosts of those I've thrown away!

Though tempted I am to caress her texture divine
And taste her pain sweet, sweet like brandy wine;
I must burn these halls, these corridors
And silence her shrill, tormenting voice
. . .forever. . .

Like snowfall, you cried a silent storm
No tears stain this dust in my hands
But from this ashen gray, her voice still
Whispers my name. . .

You were the lugubrious spirit
Who haunted the oak of wonder
You were the geist that warned this frozen silent storm
You were but a ghost in my arms

I_See_Your_True_Colours · MagykWire

The sun above and
it's friendly blue skies.
Is no friend to me,
Its a pack lies.

Why do I bother even
listening any more,
When you get so far to
get slammed by a door.

The world above so
colourful and light,
That burns and scars
you with its sun so bright.

The Sun they say
with its beaming rays,
Doesn't reach us down
here in this blackening haze.

And why don't we see,
the sun rise and then fall.
Because no one believes,
no one at all.