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I forgot the translation too!

Midnight

Midnight, it is dark
I can see nothing around
suddenly, a noise
comes from behind the trees

I run quickly
enter my house and lock the door
safe, for now, in my house;
enough excitement, I sleep.

While I'm at it, something I just wrote for the poetry contest.

Sweet Victory

The buzzer blasts it shrill sound,
but to us, that sound is sweet.
Arms are thrown up in the air
Our victory's complete.

Chosen by all to fall short,
considered to have no chance,
we fought on, defied them all.

Now, my friends, we celebrate.
For winning the game, defying
the odds, our upset complete;
Could victory taste sweeter?

Well Mr.Dr.Waluigi i quite like Midnight as i love the night.I would like to see where your poem comes in the contest.

More poems! These were done in the first line poetry thread as well.

What could it be
Maybe it's something else
that keeps us all on edge;
not the constant fighting
of countries' warring heads
and the constant threat
of mother nature striking
that's causing us to fret.

But, then, what could it be?
Is it some unseen thing
that keeps us on the
edge of sanity, some being
that fills the mind with worry?
Perhaps its meant to stay unknown
A part of nature, it could be
A place or thing never to be shown.

The Dark Ravine
The mist rises out of the dark ravine
what could be down there is yet unseen
No light penetrates down to the bottom

It's there I shall go, for a great treasure,
they say, sits at the end of this bottomless pit
What is it's value, no one quite knows.

I go, descend into darkness, I cannot see
will this all be worth my time, risk my life
for riches that might not even be?

I will find out in few moments from now
the bottom is near, I can sense it, I can tell
what is down here? I shall see.

Still another poem. This can be found in First Line Poetry.

Maybe it's something else
that keeps us all on edge;
not the constant fighting
of countries' warring heads
and the constant threat
of mother nature striking
that's causing us to fret.

But, then, what could it be?
Is it some unseen thing
that keeps us on the
edge of sanity, some being
that fills the mind with worry?
Perhaps its meant to stay unknown
A part of nature, it could be
A place or thing never to be shown.

Could it be? Yes! it is! Another Poem!

Never before have I felt that
going back
to you would be such a good idea, I
give second thoughts to that we had.
You would come back as well, right? Get
up to things that we used to do
never looking back on the past
going to new places
to far away lands, for a chance to
let our love blossom again.
You are my life now,
down to the base of my soul
Never will I leave you by
going with another girl
to have another affair, i'll never
run out on you, go
around to different pleasures
and other towns without you, I'll never
hurt you again,
you, my love.

It sounds like a love poem, but you actually got rick-rolled in there.

Awesome poems man! *clap* *clap*

And I just realized that the second to last line has the wrong first word.

Never before have I felt that
going back
to you would be such a good idea, I
give second thoughts to that we had.
You would come back as well, right? Get
up to things that we used to do
never looking back on the past
going to new places
to far away lands, for a chance to
let our love blossom again.
You are my life now,
down to the base of my soul
Never will I leave you by
going with another girl
to have another affair, i'll never
run out on you, go
around to different pleasures
and other towns without you, I'll never
dessert you again,
you, my love.

Though the title says poetry, I've decided to add some aesthetic art. It's just a minecraft creation but I hope you like. It is an attempt of making an amphitheater and "The Tragedy of Julius Caesar".




an up close view of the murder


Aerial view!


And finally, from the balcony.

Time for a new poem, I guess. It's been a while.

Dark grey clouds roll 'cross the land
the wind picks up, leaves blow about,
but no one there to feel the cooling air

The world is quiet, rid of human life
Buildings stand empty, cars abandoned
in this post-apocalyptic world

Structures collapse with years of wear
destroying the mark of human kind
no signs left, humankind gone

These humans now dwell in higher places
A new Earth, a new life, perfect paradise
now to live forever with the father

If you can't tell I'm Christian with that, I'm not sure what would tip you off.

Seems like a good time to bring my poetry thread back to life.

The storm

lightning flashes across the sky
illuminates the land,
claps of thunder heard by all near-by
a storm is on our hands.

pouring rain now turns to hail
ominous storm grows worse
wind picks up, buildings fail
the damage now traverses.

hail stops, is the storm over?
It seems to be done.
people now leave cover
damage is done, storm has won.

I'm going a long time between poems now...

An outcast, unpopular too all.
Friendless, lonely. no one there.
None at home to help support
this child so hurting inside.

High School life, pain grows worse,
Now this razor's his friend,
causing pain physical
to forget about the mental.

Pain now to much to bear,
The gun to his head, his life ends
So much to live for, but destroyed
by belittling from others

There could be more added to this one later, but I'm having writers block for the second part at this point.

Footsteps

I'm a person who gets freighted easily. Possibly able to be described as "Paranoid Parrot". I read creepypasta a lot, and every night after reading it, Iâd think Iâd see shadows jumping against the wall, or something roaming in my brother's room. But one experience made it so that this paranoia is justified.

It seemed like any other night. I read creepypasta, got on the chat site I normally went to, all as usual. It was a little past mid-night when I decided to go to bed. I turned off the computer, then the light in the room with the computer.

Footsteps

Quickly, I turned the light back on, trying to see if anything was there. Nothing. I calmed myself, telling myself it was my paranoia again. I turned the lights off again.

Footsteps

I heard them running up the stairs. Cautiously, I went up, still convinced that it was my paranoia.

I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I always had the fan on in there just to be sure no one couldn't here what I was doing. When I finished I turned the fan off. A low breathing sound replaced it.

I bolted out of the bathroom, up the next flight of stairs to my bedroom, and locked myself in. Minutes went by. I finally got myself to sleep.

I woke again at about 3 A.M. to the sound of loud, heavy breathing coming from outside my door. Sheer terror rose when I realized that this was real, not in my imagination. I stayed still, hoping it would leave.

I must have passed out from the sheer terror I had experienced, as I didn't even remember trying to fall asleep. When I awoke, it was about 10 A.M. I opened the door to my room...

There were tears in the carpet all the way down the hall, down the stairs and to the bathroom, as if something with talons on their feet were there.

I never did find what it was. Soon after, reports of people being murdered in the neighborhood were reported, with similar marks in the carpet. I just hope it doesn't find it's way here again.

Another revival! I really need to start writing again.
Anyways

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Dashie Was A Race Car Driver

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