Here's one of mine from last summer, wrote it for a friend's site, by request...

quote:

Rainbow of Dreams One way to escape the boring reality Is to contemplate some things unseen Or ignored in dim daily normality... Admiring a rainbow lately I have been *** Beyond the sky, the earth, the real A curved spectrum caught my sight Intrigued, I watched it flow from teal To warm and pleasant gentle light This picture was familiar yet queer, A casual phenomenon - unique I felt my eye's forming a tear At thought of rediscovery antique I realized the cause of my confusion: Never before I took my time to watch Of light refraction's sweet illusion, Of dazzling colors' perfect match In state of awe from contemplation Of sight unfolded to my eyes I thought it was a revelation Of nature beauty's gripping ties The ties with all the living creatures That dwelt under the Iris' light Of diverse colors, varied mixtures Of those whose weakness is the might I was absorbed, I haven't moved For years it seemed, yet for a moment The time that rainbow lit and grooved; Upon its fade returned my daily torment 20/06/02

I wrote maybe around 100 poems in past 5 years, mostly love ones, for one particular person.. Since they are not mostly of general interest, and that 80% of them are in language most of you won't understand, It makes no sense to post them...

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Poems are for women... Yeah they are a great way to express your feelings.. But who really wants to spend the time reading one?

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F*ck the riaa... PROG WHORE ALLIANCE

She stood on the bridge one night
her lips were all a quivver
she gave a cough
her leg fell off
and floated down the river

Whispers in the Sand

We lay on the sighing stirring sand
waves lapping hungrily at our feet

a breeze caresses my cheek
her hand curls tightly in mine
seeking a different warmth than that of the long set sun

she resides there sleeping
a spot of saltwater dried on her cheek, or is that a tear?
beautiful features softened in her peace
the leaves of the distant trees dancing in the striated moonlight

her hair gently strewn across my arm
wisps of cloud race overhead
as I lay there thinking

My arms want to enfold her, but I refrain, and let her sleep
she snuggles in very close without waking
God, I’m going to miss you hon'

head bowed hair swaying
her fingers slide across mine
as she takes the first steps away

a lock of her hair...
a single warm summer night
...and my memories

**something i whipped up the other night thinking about a girl I once knew.

If you dont like poetry STFU on this topic.

cheers

i do

one day...i may post some of my stuff...

yikes

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Originally posted by Spad She stood on the bridge one night her lips were all a quivver she gave a cough her leg fell off and floated down the river

lol,
i believe this took u ages to think of and write?

One day I too will write great poetry!

Just you all wait. For now - I dunno HOW the hell some people create the poetic stuff they do.

Last edited by goodnet on Apr-13-2003 at 05:20

k.k.d. - I like certain aspects of your poem, although i'd definately change some things. Hehe, its funny you rhymed "watch" with "match".

Orbax - very nice. thats the stuff straight from the heart. not really in much of a poetic form, but ya know...

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The father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies / While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park / Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums / The music and medicine you needed for comforting / So make all your fat, fleshy fingers fingers to moving / And pluck all your silly strings and / Bend all your notes for me and / Soft silly music is meaningful, magical / The movements were beautiful / All in your ovaries / All of them milking with green fleshy flowers / While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines, / Smelling of semen all under the garden / Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.

yeah. im a fan of freeform. structured stuff bugs me and ill go more for internal rhymes than line caps. Its more of an out loud reading stuff because i have pauses in there that are hard to read into it thus the wierd line breaks. that was first copy to there is a lot of stuff i want to do with it

Poetry is madness.. but i used to write good love letters.. *sigh* that was a long time ago... when i was without hurt...

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