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Yes, I havnt been feeling good lately, so my poems arnt gonna be up to my usual standards.

Which are low enough to begin with...

Lead Rain
By: Mav

On the Western Front
To the East of Normandy
American Troops seek refuge
Against the a'cursed rain

Thunder booms out
But not a cloud can be seen
The Men cower in fox holes
And seek protection from the rain

There home on the front
The holes where they hide
Can be there grave too
If the rain hits them

The thunder gets lounder
Men prepare for the worst
And hope for the best
And pray the rain doesnt come

Death comes quick
To those who are hit
By the rain unawares
And unprepared

Like shrieking pipers
The rain comes
And hits the ground
With a lound boom

Trees explode and
Dirt is kicked up
Where men used to be
A smoking crater lies

Wounded men scream
Cries of 'medic' ring out
And yet the rain still comes
And comes and comes

And then the rain stops
The storm is over
And men sink into their holes
To await the next storm

Lead Rain
By: Mav

On the Western Front
To the East of Normandy
American Troops seek refuge
Against the a'cursed rain

Thunder booms out
But not a cloud can be seen
The Men cower in fox holes
And seek protection from the rain

There home on the front
The holes where they hide
Can be there grave too
If the rain hits them

The thunder gets lounder
Men prepare for the worst
And hope for the best
And pray the rain doesnt come

Death comes quick
To those who are hit
By the rain unawares
And unprepared

Like shrieking pipers
The rain comes
And hits the ground
With a lound boom

Trees explode and
Dirt is kicked up
Where men used to be
A smoking crater lies

Wounded men scream
Cries of 'medic' ring out
And yet the rain still comes
And comes and comes

And then the rain stops
The storm is over
And men sink into their holes
To await the next storm

Marching On
By: Mav

Dissapointed faces
Stand out like a wart
on the tip of a nose

I give it all I got
But it sometimes isnt
Enough to carry on

Writing all the time
Yet mediocre reigns
Over all my poems

This could be the end
It would not surprise me
If I dont continue this legacy

To re-write history was the aim
But somebody always beats me
Like a worn-out drum

Yet I continue on
Renewing forgotten paths
Instant gratification

But people notice
My poor attempts
And still I write

I write of what
Ever I feel and think
In sickness or health

People leave comments
Good or bad
It all helps to keep me going

I continue forging
Out old trails
And forsaking new ones

To be unique
In this same world
I think I still believe that

Yet all veiw me as the same
Another guy trying to survive
And crashing, and burning

Through the wind-blown ashes
I reneiw my life
Like a phoenix

And the game continues
The anthem still plays
And I still continue this old beat

Like water soiled with oil
I am clear deep down
But muddied at the surface

As a flame dies down
And is forever extinguished
All writers must go

Yet this is not a farewell
As much as past recollections
When the weight of it all was lighter

And we all hope
That people will look back and say
Your just like Nicho, Alt,Jezz(ss), or Gantic

And your name included
Like the ringing bell
Brings you notice

Depressing this sounds
Yet happy at the core
A beacon in the night

Words are immortal
Yet people are not
And the people write the continuing, the immortal

By writing I hope
I can create a legacy
Of my own

And stray from renewing
And to begin forging
New paths

So I shall March On
To the same old beat
And resilient I will be

I dont want to read this long poem so I just say that it was great XD

aw, that doesnt count >:P

Opposites Attract
By: Mav

Vita
Joy, Life, Living
Vital, Feeling, Deceased, Sadness
Grave, Morticion,
Mortae

Mortae? Vita?
lol, you lose me the farther away from the middle. :P

Ack, I had the poem above in a perfect (almost) diamond...Dang

I thought it was a gatling gun XD

Basic latin m8... Vita-Life, Mortae-Death

Could've just used life and death.
Well, anyways, it's pretty good.
Nice word selection.

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Marching On
By: Mav

Dissapointed faces
Stand out like a wart
on the tip of a nose

I give it all I got
But it sometimes isnt
Enough to carry on

Writing all the time
Yet mediocre reigns
Over all my poems

This could be the end
It would not surprise me
If I dont continue this legacy

To re-write history was the aim
But somebody always beats me
Like a worn-out drum

Yet I continue on
Renewing forgotten paths
Instant gratification

But people notice
My poor attempts
And still I write

I write of what
Ever I feel and think
In sickness or health

People leave comments
Good or bad
It all helps to keep me going

I continue forging
Out old trails
And forsaking new ones

To be unique
In this same world
I think I still believe that

Yet all veiw me as the same
Another guy trying to survive
And crashing, and burning

Through the wind-blown ashes
I reneiw my life
Like a phoenix

And the game continues
The anthem still plays
And I still continue this old beat

Like water soiled with oil
I am clear deep down
But muddied at the surface

As a flame dies down
And is forever extinguished
All writers must go

Yet this is not a farewell
As much as past recollections
When the weight of it all was lighter

And we all hope
That people will look back and say
Your just like Nicho, Alt,Jezz(ss), or Gantic

And your name included
Like the ringing bell
Brings you notice

Depressing this sounds
Yet happy at the core
A beacon in the night

Words are immortal
Yet people are not
And the people write the continuing, the immortal

By writing I hope
I can create a legacy
Of my own

And stray from renewing
And to begin forging
New paths

So I shall March On
To the same old beat
And resilient I will be
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The longest, weirdest, strangest poem that I have EVER written, that I posted up for no apparent reason other than to get people to read it, as people rarely look at older post.

Armorgame references in the middle Mav.
Not bad, although a tad bit long.

No,Firetail, you see, the Beggining and the End are the most important peices in writing, songs, plays, etc. People ussualy remember the Beginning, and the End. So, I put words in a dead language to stand out more. If I had put life and death, it would meld into the poem, and fade from peoples memory. The only thing they would remember would be the funky diamond shape.