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[u]An as of yet Untitled Work of Poetry[/u]

I want a woman who smells like the storm.
No, I want a woman who surrounds me like a storm.

A woman who can light up the darkness of my night.
A woman who can strike the tinder of my heart,
and set it, like a wildfire, ablaze.
A woman who can fill the raucous silence of my mind
with the peal of her name.
A woman who can fall against my skin,
at once cool and refreshing.

Give me Love, the unremitting love the Sky gives the Earth,
And I will soak you up like the Ground does the Rain.

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My dearest daddy 'I love you',
I think of you each day.
I feel your arms around me,
that's how I get through my days.

Your looking down upon me,
to guide me on my way,
but its very hard without you,
each and every day.

People always tell me,
the grieving will subside.
But how can it get better,
without you by my side.

No matter how hard they try,
to help me with this pain,
I am all consumed by thinking,
It will never be the same.

I know one day we'll meet,
in the Heavens up above.
It's the one thing that helps me,
to never forget your love.

My dearest Daddy, I love you,
Your with me every day.
I will keep this love within me,
until that beautiful day...

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Waves crushing on the shore,
Each one like a spire through my heart,

Wind blowing the sand into my eyes,
Each grain making me see,

The sun shining on my skin,
Each beam leaves me cold,

For precious time of love is lost,
With each crushing wave,
For love is blind,
With each grain of sand,

And your smile,
Makes me feel warm inside,
My heart healed,
And my love blind again.

Dedicated to Camilla

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And as I rose above the clouds, above the sky, above the earth
I wondered what it was worth
To sacrifice important things
To meet important queens and kings
At this point, I could've wept
But for some reason, my emotion kept
Then I started falling, then I leapt
Then I wondered why I slept.

I entitle that, "Slumber". :P

Good thing Grido bumped this topic. :) Thanks! :):):):)

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ooo my turn.... ummmm there once was a boy from nantucket, who couldn't find a girl that wanted to ....... oh wait hmmm ooo

This Loneliness I feel is becoming
an Excursion of my Patience.
The Pain in My head.
The thoughts of going to Bed.
Wishing someone was there,
But there isn't anyone.... Anywheres!!!

hehe i know i'm awesome hmmm what else do i gots.

The pain is harsh.
The urge feels deeper.
To desire to hold.
The want to make you my keeper.
For at this instant it cannot be.
At the present I cannot be me.
Other's frustration making a scare.
Of kindhearted love's melodic affair.
My throbbing will stay deep inside.
Only for you I will confide.
The surge of inquiries arise within.
I have no indication on how to begin.
My thoughts aren't shrill enough to hear.
To view you differently brings me immense fear.
You saw my tenderness somehow dancing.
Now I recognize I can't conceal my thoughts from you.
You will spot me sitting nearby glancing,
Within your eyes I cannot stand to feel blue.
It's a glance you will constantly know.
A sensation inside that desires to show.
I like the way you gaze at me.
Within myself I suffer vast glee.
When I stare into your eyes.
I cannot stand to clutch any lies.
The more I'm with you the added calmness I feel.
Like a dream I don't recognize if this is real.
I hope I start to grasp your attention.
And just in case I didn't mention.
You make me feel content all the way through,
I just hope I do the same for you too.

Again my pure awesomeness at work... hmmm what else

Is it meant to be my goal and intention. To find true love in its perfection. To know within uncertain eyes, beyond the doors most certain enterprise. As I look in aspiration, I would not dare want this to end in devastation. Though my words are sweet and innocent, could they make someone so special feel so different? In all life's controversial melodies, Can I find someone that truely likes me? All questions that go without a tune. I wonder if I will find my true love soon. Could it be you?, That will make my heart feel true? Please tell me you are true an this is not a game...Your words have shaken my soul..Awakened it from a long lonely sleep...There is a tune to your melody it is my heartsong...The destiny of a love thats true is one that will be brave enough to reach out to what is offered unconditionally...What is in store for you is yet to be seen...But felt by the heart.. Felt by the heart.. The most emotional part. In it there is both love and hate. It also has the ability to decide fate. I cannot control my inner emotions affair. To want to love and want to care. The pain of thoughts protrude my thinking. Staring blanky, not blinking. Searching for who I'm meant to see. My yearning grows and I can no longer let it be. what was once no bigger than a grain of sand, Is now bigger than a strip of land. I know is life has its own destiny. I just want to know what it has in store for me.

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And a few lines from myself:
Marinds little poem[/b]

Once there was but many girls,
A young lady with her twirls,
To lead a story quite solid,
The ladies name there was Marind.

A carnival grown round her round,
To twist her mind with evil sound.
Finally then she changed her mood,
because of the small and wooden cube.

Liquid shadows move around,
In her dreams they even found,
her walking through the md land,
seeking out – a helping’ hand.

Now´s you turn to help that maid,
To uncurse her unknown fate.
Play the game and you will know,
What the future´s going to show.

=> this one has been made just from an instant idea to provide Tarq a poem, and I had my thought on that little girl...

Blooming days[/b]

Once there was a lonely tree,
guarded by his friends, thats we.
A guardian left to brief his mind,
has left another guard behind.

Then there came a smirkingly clown,
her feet had baby coffins us there shown;
tried to harm the wooden friend;
but the guard a message sent.

He called for help the other guards,
The came swiftly with strong arms.
The villain had at least not choice,
just break it up and make some noise.

To say a thank to his guard,
The wooden friend gave him reward.
He bloomed for him in all his glory,
This day wont be forgotten ,don’t you worry.

=> explains itself while reading, depending on a true story that happend a few minutes ago.

all copyrighted by myself

[quote name='dst' date='05 August 2009 - 10:08 AM' timestamp='1249456118' post='38737']
Blasphemy! I haven't even logged in yet today!
@Blacky: may I edit your post and add this one so I will not spam the entire topic? :D
LE:thank you :D

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As distance grows between us
I could only set you free,
like a driftwood floating
to the sea

So they say time waits for no one
is it something I must fear?
For wait’s too long
to be so near

I would keep on believing
on the promises we’ve laid
I would keep on reminiscing
There’s more than I could say

As the time become so precious
I would come to realize,
that persistence pays for
all I’ve cried

And I know that you’ll be with me,
and the sun will soon arise
And by then I know
I’ve gained the price

But by then I’d keep pretending
and I’m holding on just tight
I’ll forget the flight of seasons
for I know I’ll win this fight

No one rocks my cradle of tranquility
No one breaks the ties that we’ve sworn to be
No one rolls my center of eternity
Cause you’ll always be my sanctuary

*This is something I wrote about how i feel inside the sanctuary - which is being free. Free in the sense that you know that you cannot be hurt, where you will be untouched, and that this place is my resting ground*

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[size="5"]Let's revive this page and fill it with the best of our poetry[/size] :D

[i][b][size="3"]The best poems will be greatly[color="#ff0000"] rewarded!![/color][/size][/b][/i]

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A game was created,
for us to enjoy.
Magic Duel Adventures has been named,
by his creator in joy.

Fighting, sharing and socializing,
makes us realize,
the incredible features,
this game provides.

Oh! Magic Duel Adventures,
you are part of our lives.
Many didn't realize,
your position in our hearts.

We thank you,
for the fun you provide,
because without Magic Duel Adventures,
we truly can't survive.

No other game,
could be compared,
with Magic Duel Adventures,
the best of all games.


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In the beginning, there was dust.
It spun, and hung like stars upon the air.
Like a twinkling nothing,
the sparkle in a fathers eye.

It was a very long beginning.

From the dust, arose an idea.
With a spark of life, it grew and branched out.
Like a creeping vine,
it set down roots.

It was a very good idea.

From the idea, came the world.
Full of love, of life and death.
Full of waves, and windy cities.
Full of time, of day, and night.
Of blazing creatures, and furious flight,
pealing thunder, and roaring might.
A wild world, a vast world, a full world.
A home.

It was the very best home.

From outside this world,
back in the dust it grew from,
arose a person.

Are you a good person?
Do you even need to be?

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[center][b]Delight of the razor[/b][/center]

This is fine, an edge of wit
advanced in whispers on your skin,
and only you have all of it:
my hopes, my laughter, and my sin.
In sunlight’s peaceful lassitude
I chart your body’s golden map,
my dark devotion soft renewed,
crepuscular, without collapse.
So in this twilight I divine
the path to your unmarked reprieve,
and softly shall my razor shine,
silent, too, my love to live.
[right]--written, of course, for Pamplemousse, by Keith Moon[/right]

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[size="2"][/size]Hello again
you're at my door,
And I can't find a
word to say.
So fleeting, so
miserable; I'm lost
within your glare.
So hello again,
my dear old friend,
everlasting companion.
It's me again,
I'm back for more.
It's sad that the
day has come today,
to bring you the news of woe;
to say the one you loved died of frost
No, please, don't give me that stare.
Hello, it's me again,
I've come to say: this is the end.
You're the one I must abandon.
I'm sorry,
your words intrude
and I can't find why
they sting.
Disappearing, flaunting,
malicious; I'm clouded
inside your heart.
Oh, yes, I'm sorry,
my sweet loved one,
sweetest darling dear.
I'm sorry,
that my words be so prude,
so base, they almost lie;
So let me ring;
this death is daunting,
and for that, 'come shrouded
from fear at the start.
Yes, I'm sorry,
but no more, I'm done.
My eyes are now clear.

[It may seem as though it is one person talking to another, as though it is a single conversation, however, the first line represents the initial speaking, whereas the second, is the reaction. It is about war, a man going off to fight for his country. The tension between the two is almost bitter; love affair arises thus, causing them to break. The first would want it to go on, wheras the second, wanting to break away. I'd have to say this is one of my best works.]

My Safe box.

I'm a square little fella, that's what they say
I stay in my box, I stay there all day.
I stay in this box, so safe that it is
I keep from that world because it is [i]His[/i].
I'm so safe in my box, which I call home
Sad in this world that keeps me tied to this dome.
The world is so round, so easy to spill
Not like my box, my box by the hill.
I stay in my box, I stay there each night
Each time I peek out, I see a large fight.
Oh so safe is my box, I love it so much
Unlike this world I can't use as a crutch.
They say I 'm a square little fella, that's what they say
I can't disagree cuz I was built just that way.

[I wrote this... a couple years ago. It's about safety, and innocence. The box represents a small space where nothing can penetrate, it's logical and sturdy, impenetrable, almost. The outside world represents unstable, and messy, completely opposite of the box. The 'Character' itself, is independent, and sure of itself, and doesn't care for what others think.]

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[size=4]Old poems, probably from the time of this thread.

From my account, Numerius Felix, character page:

[font=Times][b][b][b][i]The Cave Dwellers[/i][/b][/b][/b][/font]

[font=Times][b][b][i]We prey on limits.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]We tear through the niches and cracks of nothingness[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]And grow the tiniest scratches into canyons. [/i][/b][/b][/font]

[font=Times][b][b][i]Through them sweep sheenless dreams[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]The roots of everything, [/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]Flowing everywhere.[/i][/b][/b][/font]

[font=Times][b][b][i]When we feed on the void, reality blooms forth.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]When reality is forgotten, we devour it.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]Marvels tear through. [/i][/b][/b][/font]

[font=Times][b][b][i]You rend through marvels, [/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]And we take them too.[/i][/b][/b][/font]

[font=Times][b][b][i]Making room[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]For miracles.[/i][/b][/b][/font]

[font=Times][b][b][i]The void feeds us,[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]Wonder feeds you.[/i][/b][/b][/font]

[font=Times][b][b][i]What are your 'inventions' ?[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]Your 'arts' ?[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]They are what remains[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]When we ravage your hollow minds.[/i][/b][/b][/font]

[font=Times][b][b][i]What are your inventors and thinkers?[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]They are the ones for whom[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]We show no mercy.[/i][/b][/b][/font]

[font=Times][b][b][i]We are shades, the liberators of miracles.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]We prey on stagnancy; we open space [/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]For novelty.[/i][/b][/b][/font]

[font=Times][b][b][i]We fill your empty heads[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]With dreams.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]We deliver you from the light of the stars[/i][/b][/b][/font]

My personal favorite of the three, wish I'd seen this a few months ago...:

[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)][b][b][i][b]The collapse[/b][/i][/b][/b]

[b][b][i]I threw myself, hurtling, out of the dark cave[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]Where I had been hiding, imagining flights[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]And asking questions about a strange world.[/i][/b][/b]

[b][b][i]There outside the cave, I found a set of books[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]Each striving to fill my brain, to prevent[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]Any other book from reaching in.[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]But I wouldn't have it. I kept them all out.[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]I kept their knowledge where it was, and[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]I opened them when I needed to.[/i][/b][/b]

[b][b][i]And what seemed like hours became days,[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]And what seemed like days became months.[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]As I became filled with the knowledge[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]Of what each book could tell me[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]And of nothing else.[/i][/b][/b]

[b][b][i]One day, I grew bored of the books[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]And descended back into the cave.[/i][/b][/b][/background][/font][/color]

[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)][b]Writings from before the collapse[/b][/background][/font][/color][color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]I float and I join the Air,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]I follow the tides of the wind,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]Floating over gates,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]And floating through.[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]Catching stray pages and thoughts,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]Old and new.[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]I throw my concerns to the earth below,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]Not caring where they might fall.[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]Perhaps I might dive[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]With intent to land,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]And carry you away.[/background][/font][/color]

[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]I have been called Minty.
Mints are wonderful plants.
They occlude pain
Calming upset bodies.
Most of the work of the mint is in the mind,
Yet it has powerful effects,
Dangerous effects.
Calm is powerful,

The cave shimmers with black moss,
Warm air blows from its depths.
The life that thrives within
Could as easily be you
As it could be the creepers
That spread its length.[/background][/font][/color]

I regret not revisiting this account sooner.[/size]

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[b]The Killer's Lament[/b]

Oh my dear, dear Marind,
To you I gave the world,
Brought the sinners on their knees,
Did everything through your words.

Tonight I sharpened my knife,
A dark entity roams around you,
My wound could not heal by itself,
And so as yours will be too.

My face is as drenched as the oceans,
Oh my dear Marind, I beg for your forgiveness,
Your blood is so sweet, I could not resist
You wished your life to be spared as you insist.

As I went inside the house next to the sign,
I see your naked body as it make trails on the ground,
Your beautiful face makes me shiver,
And it will always be now that you're here with me forever.

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I wrote these a while back, but since I just discovered this thread (by walking around the Archives), I figured I'd drop them here.
The Maze
[i]by Esmaralda[/i]
Awalking down a path I went,
One clear afternoon,
And on the left a sign I saw,
T'was sitting on a dune.

And read that sign I did with care,
It pointed to a maze,
So heart in teeth down I proceeded,
The world now to amaze.

I took a left, then took a right
Then turned around in spot,
It dawned to me that very moment,
The entrance I forgot.

My eyes then searched a way about,
As worry grabbed a hold,
No exits; only walls of grass,
Around me they enfold.

And hunger was not far behind,
And food nowhere to see.
My belly grumbled quite unkind,
My mind hoped for some tea.

Yet when my lowest I did feel
The end I saw in sight,
A lady came and took my hand,
To guide me from my plight.

She lead me gently down a path
Between two walls of green,
And there in distance I did see
The exit unforeseen.

A lesson this adventure taught,
The world is full of people,
And if they friends of yours they are,
They'll help you in a pickle.

Four Archers
[i]by Esmaralda[/i]
One clear morning, down a path
Four archers went along,
And in a clearing, there they saw
A tree that looked quite strong.

And so they thought all to themselves,
That tree must guard some treasure;
The four of us with our here bows,
We'll get it for our pleasure.

The tree of yore did notice them
And felt their evil plot,
So in protection of himself,
It hardened on the spot.

Two strong, one weak and one recruit,
The arches drew their bows,
Their aim was true, upon the tree,
They landed all their blows.

As arrows stuck into the tree,
They showed their owner's skill,
Yet as the tree stood motionless,
Its bark grew stronger still.

The archers loaded and released,
They shot twenty times over;
And all their arrows hit their mark;
They shaped a crimson clover.

Yet in the end, the tree stood still,
And would not fall it seems,
As archers fired their last shot,
They felt their shattered dreams.

The tree not toppled, treasure hidden,
They still felt like they won;
For though they didn't get new pretties
Their aim and skill built on.

A moral do we take from here,
A lesson true and true.
Your strength will count for naught if ever,
The tools you bring are pooh.

[I wrote this one for a ceremony back when CoE still existed in Loreroot]
Prayer to the Moon
[i]by Esmaralda[/i]
Moon of silver, moon that shines,
Whom the weak you doest enshrine,
Moon that sees our thoughts inside,
Goddess of the rising tide,

Thee, my goddess I profess,
As my hands raise in distress.
Bring the night back, let it glean,
Bathe these lands in silver sheen,
Let the shadows fall once more,
In these lands like once before.

Hear this priestess, hear her pray,
Crackles in her voice betray,
Yearning for the goddess reign,
Day the sun will start to wane.

See the longing in her heart,
For the comfort you impart,
Turn your eyes to servants plight,
Wrap this land in black and white.

[This one Fyrd Argentus wrote for me. He was awesome! He wrote it to look like trees as well. I was blown away. I think it's worth sharing =]
[i]by Fyrd Argentus[/i]

old as Forest, Young as Rain
is she Norse, celt, Swede, or Dane?
Question Not in Vain

to dead Body Of great Ymir
did old Odin Once give Life breath,
Vé and Vili Gifted

the First were Made in Midgard
there was Ask and Mother Embla,
deScended From them All,

eschEWing Golden Tower
sleeps noWhere but Leafy Bower,
Friend of Pretty Flower

shares Fruit with Bear in Glen
put to Sleep by Song of Wren
Knator Shares her Den

runs Light on Rock and Heather
of the Wood and In the Weather
Dressed in Leaf and Heather

seeds in Breezes Ever Sowing
wet by Cool springs Ever Flowing
Green life Ever Growing

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