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by YoYotheCananbalisticOreo
on 2006-04-11 19:57:55 (edited 2006-04-11 19:59:45)
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@doctor. I wrote much along the lines of your poems' theme... apparently when people read mine, it looked like i "missed" them as if i already have them rather than yearned for them because i didnt have them. great stuff nonetheless! odd how such poems tend to seem somewhat depressing, mine tended to seem more uplifting despite the contrary! Cheer up though. Whether you get what you yearn or not, its sometimes best to live in excemption of that particular dream coming to fruition...but if you still cling to the hope, try writing some poetry where you are already successful? cheers me up!
I could give no less because I could give no more. ~myself
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Once Again, more angsty work for me. Tell us what ye think please... -You? What is it I see in your eyes? Why have you this control over me? How did I give in so easily, to your deceptions and lies? Why don't I fight more to be free? Letting you have all the say And could it be, in some way, at least you're thinking of me? |
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by overlordsero
on 2006-04-07 19:59:37
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Heres a poem thingie I did:MASKNo one knows Forever hidden There is always A mask on Whether on purpose Or just instinct The mask stays For the fear For the caring For the reasons The mask stays Never taken off Because of past Forever be on However nothing lasts No matter what Slowly taken off The mask fades Only part remains For in case Of past repeating The mask is Never truly off No matter what The mask remains One day maybe Forever it will Be taken off Cast away forever Until that time Of the life The mask stays 
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I'm not sure if it counts as a poem but here are lyrics to a song I haven't writen music for yet. (WARNING: Angsty Punk Ahead.) Feel free to mock, I mean criticize me... Three alarms till can't wake me My life fells void of meaning Not the way I want to live but still, This world made me lazy. There's no point in working hard It's never going to pay Just go and try to find a new Way to waste my life away. Self destructive masacistic highlights The tattered remenants of my wasted life. Can't get a girlfriend cause I'm too high maintaiance meaning that I am still emotionally ignorant, social inept and still totally beligerent. Someone tell me where I'm meant to go I'm wandering around and I just don't know What the hell I'm supposed to be What the f*ck is going to happen to me Self destructive masacistic highlights The tattered remenants of my wasted life. |
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wayierd, warry soul always willing to hear of those who have and are in trouble, but please tell dose thy have any of thy own,thou are so misunderstood, always putting on a faketisous front of joy in thy heart, knowing that sorrow is truly thy part. BUT I hope that one day thy shall depart, from ye sorrowfull heart.AND know that thy shall always be in mine heart, sero my friend of the sorrowfull heart. PEACE TO YOU MY BROTHER.
a. bai
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I found this from .Hack I think i should share it with all of you. Epitaph of the Twilight This poem was written by Emma Wielant, who tragicly died in a car crash before finishing it. Although the poem wasn't finished, Harald Hoerwick used it as the standards of his new computer game 'Fragment' (later renamed The World by the CC Corporation) to show how much he loved Emma. Unknown where the Cursed Wave was born... After the stars doth cross the heavens... The sky in the East doth darken. And air doth fills with mourning. From the chosen land beyond the forest, A sign of the Wave comes. Riding the Wave is: Skeith, the Shadow of Death, to drown all that stands. Mirage of Deceit, Innis, Betray all with the flawed image, and did aid the Wave. And by the Power of Magus, a drop from the Wave doth reach the heavens, and creates a new Wave. With the Wave, Fidchell, the power to tell the dark future, hope darkens, sadness and despair rule. Gorre schemes when swallowed by the Cursed Wave. Macha seduces with the sweet trap. Wave reaches the Pinnacle, and escape none can. Tarvos still remains with more cruelty to punish and destroy. And with the turbulent destruction after the Wave. Only a void remains. From deep within the void arrives Corbenik. Yet to return, the shadowed one. Who quests for the Twilight Dragon Rumbles the Dark Hearth, And Helba, Queen of the Dark, has raised finally her army. Apeiron, King of Light, beckons... At the base of the rainbow they meet. Against the abominable "Wave," together they fight. Alba's lake boils. Light's great tree doth fall. Power - all now to droplets turned in the temple of Arche Koeln. Returns to nothing, this world of shadowless ones. Never to return, the shadowless one. Who quests for the Twilight Dragon. The wife buffeted by "waves" turns her back on the field. The daughter that waited for the shadows repeated, "For sure... For sure I can go home." But the girl did not know... The truth that waited at the end of the journey The eternal mourning of her land. In the place of the calamitous, only life was known. After the circling stars When the eastern dark void, the air full of despair In the depths of the divided forest, in the land of Karma, Riding fast on the path is Skeith Bearing death's shadow, it eliminates all that seek to thwart it. The Confusing Mirage, Innis Decieves those that see it with illusions, rescues the waves The wave soaring high, when its head is smashed, A new wave will emerge To become Magus's power. When questioning the wave, Hope's light will be lost when he speaks of the dark future of where sorrow and resignation reign. Using Fiddlehiem's Technique When englufed by the Waves of Calamity, Gole will plan The sweet snare of conciliation is Maha The Waves, an exceeding maelstrom Nothing can escape When you think you have escaped, Talvos exists To destroy those with his exceeding cruelty Upon violent requital, only to remain is the void, the vacant darkness is the harbringer that Copernic is to appear. Epitaph of the Twilight Emma Wielant   |
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by YoYotheCananbalisticOreo
on 2006-03-23 18:15:48 (edited 2006-03-23 18:16:23)
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thanks! I always try to ryhme in my poem, its easier to make people see my poetry as well, poetry. free verse often goes unappreciated. Heres another poem I wrote, please do comment, all ye who dare. notice the ryhming and acrostic charactistic...shameless! Happiness You Simplify Wonderful is the feeling you vivify. Acting with a different kind of serenity. Nothing could dim the radiance you shine wry. Through your alluring smile of clarity, Tells one of happiness transferred through this tie. Oh what pleasure is wrought from your exuberance merry. Gracious and benevolent, you never seise your demeanor shy. Outstanding is the way you carry yourself like a generous fairy. Only stopping to sprinkle sweet delights on those you try. Unending may it be that you carry out this destiny To fill the hearts of many with the happiness you simplify.
I could give no less because I could give no more. ~myself
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@YoYotheCananbalisticOreo I think your poem is awesome, I'm no good at rhyming.
Wise Man says: "Take a dog off its leash and it will wander."
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by YoYotheCananbalisticOreo
on 2006-03-22 15:30:34
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@engineer. I like your poem, really has the "upmh" you know what I mean? reminds me quite a bit of Frost's material. how about commenting on mine?
I could give no less because I could give no more. ~myself
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@engineer Wow, your poem is too deep. But I gotta admit that it's good!
What if I jump out
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FINALE Man soon shall digress, To the torso and bosom, Of an holy, black soul. And he will pray, Through shadow, And through friend, That it is more, Than an eternal silence. -Sir Nicholas James Sanderson III (that's me) How's that? (please criticize me)
Wise Man says: "Take a dog off its leash and it will wander."
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yes! finally i feel the powere . my poem ^_^ A POEM FOR FALLEN SOULS I walk on this earth full of death, i see wars for no reason, i see fallen angels walking in the dark, and i see demons in the light, i see people killing people with there hands, i see people that walk alone with no home to go to with no one to love, i see people leaving there friends alone in time of need, i see the streets full of blood that gets wash in the rain, i see the world falling apart with no heroes to save the world, i feel the cold winters and the hot days of hell.  |
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by YoYotheCananbalisticOreo
on 2006-03-21 08:24:45 (edited 2006-03-21 08:25:11)
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this is a poem i wrote about my troublesome relationship with academics which was inspired from having created and pondered upon the thread, Whats the WORST you have done in school? Terry One Did Very sure is when time has run out that one will pout. Terry one did and now what will amount is consequence being the route. Carry it does, to other aspects no doubt, but this hardly stirs the lout. Merry one is, content in ignorance of what is about, but then one gives a shout. Wary one may then become, after hard learning bout, yet never ceasing the gout. I always strive for some obvious creative technique in my poems, it just so happened that I knew exactly the words to describe my predicament.
I could give no less because I could give no more. ~myself
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Hey! Here's a poem from me: All the seasons shall be the same because you do not smile on me with your forgiveness; Everyday shall be the same because you do not come to sit beside me on my bench. All the tales that I shall hear shall be the same because your lips are silent. And until I see your smile, feel your nearness, and hear your voice -- storms will rage against my world; the days shall stretch unendingly like my pain; no music will reach my ears sweeter than your voice, which I have lost. --------------- If you're asking if it doesn't rhyme, chances are you're reading a poem in a "free verse" -- that is, a poem whose endings does not rhyme, but its still a poem.
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before i start kimmy is my bestfriend so that you'll understand the poem -------------------- i wrote this back in the past when i was full of teenage angst, even though i'm still a teenager today but with a little less angst on my way. ----------------- this isn't something new.... by kasheica what i'm saying isn't something new, so i'll explain in Kimmy's point of veiw. she feels that she is so beautiful but in reality, i say she's pityful. she may not know it but its true what i'm saying isn't something new. compare her with kristin lee tell me what you think you see two peopl, worlds apart now to begin fron the start she may not know it but its true what im saying isnt new you nearly stole my part in a play i cant bear it of you stay, so stay away from me today release me from this dismay. that is when i realized its no0t worth it being nice so im making this poem for you so you'll know what makes me blue you dont know this but its true what im writing isnt new ------------------------------------- is it okay to post a song? me and kimmy already composed 8 songs. we're planning to join the battle of the bands next year i'm our school's resident song writer/ composer/ designer/ stylist and i make accessories and sell them to the people here kimmy is our school's resident actress/ singer im a guitarist and she play keyboards my barkada plays the drums, bass etc.
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Another one is coming ..... It's not a poem... We...born....strugle....die..... born....strugle....die.... Devilish circle....repeated... For almost 10.000 years of human's civilization... |
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Here i come ! I hate him !!! He lock me with heavy chains.... Seal me inside of dark chamber.... Torn all of my hopes.... Curse him !!!! Curse all who adore him !!!! And all who do his orders !!! His heart is as hard as rock and as cold as steel !!! Until now i've been hating him.... Even his sharp bullet has rip my body.... My hatred is eternal.... Until the end of your life.... Emperors !!!!!! |
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" Uninvited " Like any uncharted territory I must seem greatly intriguing You speak of my love like You have experienced love like mine before But this is not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight "You speak of my love like you have experienced love like mine before"... I remember I told you this already... And your actions made me push myself away from you. Let this words be signs to you... You're not allowed... You're uninvited... I'm sorry... but you are.... this poem was made for me by the girl i really loved and cared.. unfortunately .. she was for someone else.. but in cases she needs me i was and always be there.. but it doesnt mean i will be there as always...my life will go on and on .. forgetting her was hard..and everytime i hear the sounds of her song.. i cry.. i still love you my mi alma..soi. ~~~~>Raww was here!  |
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by yuakara_99
on 2006-02-03 21:40:18
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Ako ay may lobo Lumipad sa langit Di ko na makita Pumutok na pala Sayang ang pera ko Pambili ng lobo Sa pagkain sana Nabusog pa ako HAhAHa!!! E2 pa! Kung nakakaintinde kau ng pangasinan: Bugtong Bugtong Andeket Tumbong Hehehe!! |
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WOW! So many talented writers on Gendou. Sorry I havent posted in here in a while. I finally got off my lazy rear and typed up all the poems i wrote in my journal. So instead of posting them over time ima go ahead and post my computers whole stock of my poetry... Haiku's... Eyes like fiery diamonds Bright ivory skin Falling in to her beauty -Mysterious Girl Your hitting the birdie silently sails over the net only to be returned -badmitton Grim Black roses bloom surviving by the moonlight a midnight warning -Out for a stroll Short Poems... All the tears of the human race Are just raindrops on my face -Cold Hearted Always wrong sometimes right sleep to long up all night hear a song what a sight understanding desperation -Strife I never thought I would literally feel the passionate furious flame sparking within me irresponsible and uncontrollable rage blinds me a molten core in the depths of my mind im as crazy as the rest of them im just better at hiding it -inside my head If I didnt laugh Id cry the cynicism of a teenage youth -High School Longer Poems... He comes from the fore ground making a big sound as if he fell down into a band stand full of musical clowns whod much rather drown then have to stick around and you dont frown because this makes sense like a picket fence and now from hence forth youll be much more careful of the big hole in the back of your brain and try to stay sane as a church mouse living in a house with your next door neighbor his name is wilbur he likes taking pills so i guess youll kill the time with a poem -Rapping Rapping at my chamber door How many bad things rhyme with fun theres gun for the pacifist fun for the obese stun for the always moving none for the needy and the greedy undone for the perfectionist re-run for the couch potato pun for the humor ignorant a ton for the lazy a sweet bun for the dieting nun for the bad children Hun for his enemies fun is not so fun when rhymed -Nothing good comes of fun Push the button start the war close your mind be medias whore open the windows lock the door lay your face on the floor helping people is such a chore you cant fight it anymore evrything is blood and gore buying water at the store bury hope deep in the core the future is what it was before -Life via contradictions A box to hold our secrets in our dirty little societal secrets hidden in our secret minds to keep us feeling sacred and clean a box to take our painful memories out of to replay in our minds all the moments we had thought forgotten to think outside the box must mean sure and utter destruction for it happens so very seldomly -Boxes of poemetry If only I could hope to see The sky above or the sea below so I could know eventually that the world was made for me If only I could try to sense the truth behind the garbled words A translation of the text so that even the next piece of evidence can solve all of the nonsense I wish that I could speak to you comforting words for you to hear and to hold dear If I could but only speak true all of the things that you are due -Complications I want to tell you a story about a cool guy who saw many things out of each deep blue eye He heard many stories people told him their fears they told him their sorrows and things to redden ears the cool guy did listen and gave his advice he liked helping people It made him feel nice the stories kept coming so much through the years that he became overwhelmed and was brought to tears but the cool guy told no one he kept it inside he thought he could handle it and oh how he tried then something happened the guy fell in love all worries were vanquished it felt like help from above he forgot all his worries at least for a while he helped only the girl he used all of his guile but the girl loved another she had said as much so the guy was helpless he could look but not touch the guy was depressed he felt so alone and all of his worries came crashing back home he sat deep in thought on one sleepless night and came to realize he would be all right he could still love the girl while she loved another he would persevere as the big older brother the guy was happy again he had purpose in life he would help others again and get them through strife the cool guy is back feeling fresh and new and you can see peace in his eyes that are blue -For Me I feel the pressure inside emotion made physical words will not describe full to the brim overflowing cant stop the swirling in my own head cant stop the thoughts from coming feels like madness discontent with the way things are want to be gone want to be away from this place depression and anger like a stagnant well it makes me sick too many thoughts to sleep trapped in my own mind am I mad has reality deserted me have i gone over the brink too quiet outside roaring inside -Madness  |