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Posted Sep 7, '08 at 3:22pm

mentorso123

mentorso123

357 posts

can i submit 2?

 

Posted Sep 7, '08 at 3:35pm

mentorso123

mentorso123

357 posts

ok, epic poem, didn't see that

Loud
Mentorso123

back up!
i can't hear you
shut up!
too much noise.

fills the air
thick, heavy
loud
dense
liquid

around
around
too loud
too many
too much
too fast

where
there
dont
care
no more
no more!
NO MORE!!!

staring
him?
who's he
why'd he
yell
he's so loud!

around
around
scared
nervous
what
who
me, no
course not

blood,
cheeks
red.

hand shakes
stomach tingle

i wake up
phew

dream!
no,
memory

 

Posted Sep 7, '08 at 3:41pm

juan999999

juan999999

2,502 posts

Don't think im gay please.
I've been waiting for a forum like this!

All I want is to love you for the rest of my life...
To wake up with you every morning by my side,
Knowing not matter what happens,
I'll be able to come home to your loving arms.

All I want to do is share everything with you...
To talk to you about our ideas, our dreams,
The little everyday things that makes us laugh,
And the not-so-little things we can't help worrying about.

All I want is to give you my love...
As a place you can always come to for acceptance,
Or the simple comfort that silence brings
When things left unsaid are still understood.

All I want is to grow old with you...
To watch our life unfold,
Our dreams, one by one, come true.
All I want is to love you forever!

 

Posted Sep 7, '08 at 3:43pm

juan999999

juan999999

2,502 posts

Great job mentorso 123

 

Posted Sep 7, '08 at 3:59pm

Shark7996

Shark7996

320 posts

Umm...Not to be critical, Juan, but that doesn't really seem like an epic poem, and neither does yours, mentorso.  It's supposed to be about a journey or battle, and it's supposed to be fairly long.

 

Posted Sep 7, '08 at 3:59pm

juan999999

juan999999

2,502 posts

When i wake up i feel happy
i think of you I'm sad.
Everything i ever wanted for you went bad.
You throw me to the ground
and i screamed in pain because every little
thing i did for you i did it in vain.
I hope this poem reminds you of the happy things
we have done.Of all the things we loved the best
i threw it out like a big mess and hurt deep, deep inside

 

Posted Sep 7, '08 at 3:59pm

juan999999

juan999999

2,502 posts

lets see you do one man

 

Posted Sep 7, '08 at 4:37pm

Apocalypse

Apocalypse

376 posts

Heres mine I dont have a title.

Our fearless hero
Lays in wait
His guitar by his side
As he thinks in haste
A shadow wanders by
His golf clubs sitting still
His lizards watching nil
Chickens in the yard all day
Sleeping at the coop at night
They take a lot of work today
And do not have any fright
Too many things to do
Chores,pets,golf,guitar too
All around mocking him
And as these things fade away
Reality becomes more clear
I am still at school right now
Yet at the same time in my room
I am having fun with this, sitting here writing
Its very exciting you should try
But you know what bothers me?
I wrote this all yesterday
And here I am back at school
Wishing to be home today

 

Posted Sep 7, '08 at 9:05pm

IQAndreas

IQAndreas

288 posts

I am not that good of a poet, but I thought I'd at least try my hand at poesy.

I actually started writing about one thing, but then I realized how each one of the segments had one thing in common, so I expanded on that. I was originally going to say what I am day by day, but I found a better ending that is more applicable to my life. You'll see what I mean in a bit.

I'm not sure if it might be off topic, since it is not really epic.

Even if it does not qualify, please give me any comments you have, probably on my page to avoid spamming this topic.

Thanks,
Andreas J. Renberg

 

Posted Sep 7, '08 at 9:06pm

IQAndreas

IQAndreas

288 posts

A blazing fire, raged out of control,
The smell of home turning to ash,
Crying families,
Pointing fingers,

One person still trapped inside,
A mother calls out for her child,

A man in red, clothed in courage,
Appearing from the flames, child in his arms,
Saving yet another life,

This is not me

The woman beside starts to cry,
Narrating the horrific events that aspired,
A drunken husband,
A frightening bout,

The edge of a bridge, wanting to end it all,
Asking the watery deep below to set her free,

The man beside smiles,
Assures that everything will be alright,
Saving yet another life,

This is not me

A bare white corridor adorned with doors,
An unconscious father, pushed on a stretcher,
Two sons,
One daughter,

Mother’s embrace, an attempt to comfort,
Trying to hide the tears she feels inside,

A man in white working hastily, before it is too late,
Walking into the waiting room, face arrayed with a smile,
Saving yet another life,

This is not me

A far off land, abound with famine,
Hungry eyes, not more than four years old,
Ragged clothes,
Skinny arms,

Mother embraces her only child,
Wondering if he will live to five,

Men and women on top of a truck,
Unloading packages, feeding a mother’s treasured child,
Saving yet another life,

This is not me

Day by day, she goes to work,
Coming home only to clean and comfort,
A roof over our heads,
Food on the table,

Thanking for her concern the only way a child knows how,
A warm embrace, wrapping appreciative arms around her,
Saving yet another life,

This is me

Copyright 2008 Andreas Renberg