One more death then Nirvana then death more one more death More death then Nirvana then death more one more death then Death then Nirvana then death more one more death then Nirvana Then Nirvana then death more one more death then Nirvana Nirvana then death more one more death then Nirvana
A picture, poem, thought, and dementor all in one!
Famed for a fault Shamed surely of shaken shafts Blamed by blasphemous boasts Damed dearly with dastardly deeds Smashed souls see in sight Silver slits solely promising Happy, healthy lives After an abrupt Loving life layed into lie Anewstart A newstart A new start Thisis This is This is a new start.
Pandemic as it may seem The night sky still gleams After the team Was rejected and deemed Hopeless
What are lights That go bright In the night Do they fight Wielding kites With only slight Being as they plight Or they bite At all in sight With great spite
Just what are Lights?
I just moved some old work here. I didn't like the name of my previous thread, so I made a new one. Please make suggestions, because I love others' input, unlike most people. If you have works that you'd like to share place them here.
This is my lair This is my hive This is my home I belong in this snowy, melted wasteland At no time will I bid adieu You are just a foo' Trying to take my home My hive, my comb Why must you demand what is mine? Why must you demand what is occupied? Heaven's angles scorn here You shall exit or tiene fear
As the heavens swirl The people commence quarrel I must demand a new approach For my people, they boast I need a new coach To ride in the back of my plan Hope it will not crumble Or I'm sure, I'm sure it'll rumble I hope so much I won't fumble But I know that I will stumble Making my self trip into darkness
I know Tacky told me not to rhyme but, hey. I felt like it. I'll probably be offline for a while. Maybe.
Snow moves along the slanted roof The aperture is locked shut, gated by metal God hand me ransom For they are coming, I hear them I fear for them, the voices They are ambuscaded, my capitulum they rest How dare they come! They want my head They want to fix me They say, they fib
I said it once, why again? Shall I repeat it all? Or perhaps you could listen? Or is that asking too much? Is that how you were raised? To live under people expectations? Or do you think I go too far? Maybe you could help? Help? Please?
I like your haiku's Paarfam. I don't critique haikus because my friend didn't critique mine. He believes in natural beauty that speaks for itself. And since haikus don't follow a very strict set of rules, there's no reason to hold haikus in fine line like one would a poem. Some people did that to me. However, I think that a haiku should be judged based on its ascetic qualities. As long as it follows the general haiku rules, its beautiful to me. We aren't so confined with a haiku as we are poems. I think your haikus are thought provoking and though somewhat shaky, I can see the elements that you're trying to bring out. I think you should keep writing haikus.
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You took my Tacky Prize idea....everyone seems to be doing that lately. :P
I like your recent poems for the most part.
But I don't like it when people make a seperate post just to ask for comments. :P Just post your poetry, and if people like it or really don't like it, they'll post something.
