Do You Write Poetry?

[mirinda]

This is just something I wrote that's not depressing so I thought I'd post it.

Spread your wings, prepare to fly, lift your face toward the sky.
Look out world here comes I, look me straight in the eye. Higher, higher, higher still just by sheer force of will. Slice through the air like a knife breath it in the taste of life.
Stretch your arms, big huge sigh, damn does it feel good to fly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[RodneyMcKay]

There is alot of good poetry on here guys, it's great.

Her

Over the many willows,
Over the great, vast sea,
Here comes my one love,
She is coming for me
Her hair is like gold,
Her eyes shine so blue.
You’ll never feel sad,
When she is with you.
Her love is like sunshine,
Her kindness is fair
She knows all about me
But she doesn’t care
As beauty is beheld in one’s eye
As long as you’re with me, I’ll never cry.

A song from a dragonfriend to a dragonfriend (like dragon rider... but more friendly)

[TigerLilly]

A heart beats with it's own rythm.

A soul does not need a heart.

A body keeps itself warm.

A soul does not need a body.

Life is the force in all things.

You don't need life to have a soul.

This is for you, all those lost at any time or place,

in any world or any life.

We do not need your smiles, your laughs, although we loved them.

For we know your souls

are here.



JForward.

[Frontierzone]

Yes, I write poetry. I've even published at poetry.com and Helium.com
Here's a sample. It's about unrequited love.

Death By Heartbreak Comes.



By Stuart Lynn Sexton




Death by heartbreak comes slowly but surely.
When love is rejected with such passionate scorn.
Unrequited, such love brings pain that is nearly
As though one’s own heart had been both rent and torn.


Such pain that my heart must surely be dying.
How can I continue to live day by day?
Each night on my pillow I here lie crying.
Only one cure can take pain away.


But you do not care if I lie here crying.
You will not provide me the cure.
So heartbreak grips me, and I’m slowly dying.
To your enjoyment, of that I am sure.


O, how you must really enjoy this.
Glad of my suffering, glad of my pain.
And, the saddest part of this all is,
Because I so love you, I’d suffer it again.


I’d suffer the pain, the hardship, and strife.
I’d endure the heartbreak, over again.
For I love you more than my life.
And what is love, without sacrifice, or pain?


Yes, death by heartbreak comes but slowly.
It tears me down, piece by piece.
Until I am downtrodden and lowly.
But then comes sleep, and in dreams I find peace.

[mirinda]

I was once whole. Once upon a time I laughed, then you came along and my heart cracked. Because of you I died inside my soul broke in two. What would it take to put it back? I really wish I knew. You took my tiny body you beat me black and blue. You threw me to the floor and left me when you were through. I tried to keep you happy I tried not to cry, but no matter what I tried every night I wanted to die. I still scream in the middle of the night when I dream that you're coming for me. I see you in the doorway waiting to torture me. You picked me up and threw me down the stairs I went to the emergency room that night but did you even care? My face is black and bloody my body broken and bruised, but do you know I hardly feel that now? I barely feel the abuse. My heart is what hurts the most I ask what did I do? No answer did I ever get of what I’d done to you.

[Manarion]

Anthem To Tooninoot

Tooninoot is a strange, strange land
Where all residents are mad
The livestock all form music bands
And plaid hair is the fad

Where Swiss cheese buildings are a common sight
Instead of brick or wood
Where lemon drops go bump in the night
And Death has an orange hood

Tooninoot is a strange, strange land
And please don't ask me why
But the sun is green, and roosters moo
And the sky is made of pie

Where two and two might equal eight
Or on Sundays equal six
Where mules can all successfully mate
And soup is made with sticks

Where farmers harvest blackberry vines
Instead of wheat or oat
Where the dragons all are drunk on wine
And it's pudding that fills the moat

Where the oceans are made of chocolate milk
And the mountains vanilla ice cream
Where spiders sell for gold their silk
And real life can be a dream

I can go on forever
But I'm a lazy jerk
Tooninoot is a strange land, yes
But we all have our little quirks

[HardScienceFan]

you're sure you have never been to Holland?

great imagination,Manarion

Mir i can't commnt on the technical side of course,but it's
well

almost painful to read

so you have succeeded
in transmitting pain

[mirinda]

That was really good very imaginative Manarion. I liked that you made me smile.

[Manarion]

Originally Posted by mirinda

That was really good very imaginative Manarion. I liked that you made me smile.

Well, if Tooninoot can create smiles, then I feel I've done my job. The Land of Insanity may indeed one day be open to visit, but I'd have to find my writing disk-almost made a BAD typo there-to share it with you guys.

[mirinda]

You've done a good job. I think we need more smiles and less depressing things like I write.

I'm sorry if that hurt you to read Ben. Yes I never worry about technical things when I pour my soul out ready for critcism. I certainly didn't mean to transmit pain. At least my point got across though.

[Manarion]

Originally Posted by mirinda

You've done a good job. I think we need more smiles and less depressing things like I write.

I'm sorry if that hurt you to read Ben. Yes I never worry about technical things when I pour my soul out ready for critcism. I certainly didn't mean to transmit pain. At least my point got across though.

My depressing poetry would put you to shame, Mir, I'm ashamed to admit. "A Man's Wish" especially....

[mirinda]

Well you'll have to share it sometime....I at least have reasons to be depressed.

I mean one person I know........never mind she aggravates me.

[Manarion]

Originally Posted by mirinda

Well you'll have to share it sometime....I at least have reasons to be depressed.

I mean one person I know........never mind she aggravates me.

Probably nothing as bad as verbal abuse as a kid from an alcoholic stepfather, like me....

[mirinda]

don't get me started.

[danedane]

can you write good poems
it is really not hard
just let your mind flow

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