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Posted November 10, '11 4:55pm UTC

So, just about everyone I know has their own thread in AMW, and I decided it was high time I started one of my own. I'm no artist, but I fancy myself to be a bit of a poet. Here's a few by myself:

The Five Seasons

In the cool of these days
I lie in the grass and contemplate
In a fresh and gentle haze
These beautiful breezes of late
I long for times to go on forever
But alas, they always stay never

Through the days of heat
I long for the autumn
Through this swelting waves to beat
A cold, wet column
Like a fresh breath of life
To end this heated strife

In these months so gold
When fresh joy enchants
The colours grow bold
With gusts of cool windy rants
I fear my life is gone
When these perfect days move on

Like a renewal of heart
These ages are bathed in white
When gone are the times of hurt
Here the young are fresh with delight
Sweet peace, joy, and love
Soon flies away like a dove

Ah, this fifth season
It is how I am alive
It ends without reason
It all too soon doesn't arrive
When this season is gone
To the afterlife, I move on
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You Live To Die

Men live, men die
A pat on the back
Beats a poke in the eye
This pendulum is out of wack

As life marches on, love might find you
If it does, it might stay
Or it might sail on with a ship's crew
If it's still there, hooray

Soon, tragedy strikes you down
Life starts to end, fall to pieces around your ears
Those bright lights of love may turn brown
If you're lucky, come true will all your fears

Soon pain will come 'round
Like a swimmer drown'd
You have no will to be alive
You impatiently wait for death to arrive

When you see him come over the hill
You run to greet him, as a friend
Suddenly, to life you have the will
But it's too late; come, has the end
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The Long Road
As I walk along this road
I see many dead on the road
I see bodies on the road
I see limbs on the road
I see heds on the road
But never on this road
Have I seen love on this road
Never once happiness on this road
Everything is dead on the Long Road
Walk life traversing the Long Road
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I'll add more as the days go on
Even though time leaves
I'll not be long gone
For he that in me truly believes

So, just about everyone I know has their own thread in AMW, and I decided it was high time I started one of my own. I'm no artist, but I fancy myself to be a bit of a poet. Here's a few by myself:\r\n\r\n[b]The Five Seasons[/b]\r\n\r\nIn the cool of these days\r\nI lie in the grass and contemplate\r\nIn a fresh and gentle haze\r\nThese beautiful breezes of late\r\nI long for times to go on forever\r\nBut alas, they always stay never\r\n\r\nThrough the days of heat\r\nI long for the autumn\r\nThrough this swelting waves to beat\r\nA cold, wet column\r\nLike a fresh breath of life\r\nTo end this heated strife\r\n\r\nIn these months so gold\r\nWhen fresh joy enchants\r\nThe colours grow bold\r\nWith gusts of cool windy rants\r\nI fear my life is gone\r\nWhen these perfect days move on\r\n\r\nLike a renewal of heart\r\nThese ages are bathed in white\r\nWhen gone are the times of hurt\r\nHere the young are fresh with delight\r\nSweet peace, joy, and love\r\nSoon flies away like a dove\r\n\r\nAh, this fifth season\r\nIt is how I am alive\r\nIt ends without reason\r\nIt all too soon doesn't arrive\r\nWhen this season is gone\r\nTo the afterlife, I move on\r\n-------------------\r\n\r\n[b]You Live To Die[/b]\r\n\r\nMen live, men die\r\nA pat on the back\r\nBeats a poke in the eye\r\nThis pendulum is out of wack\r\n\r\nAs life marches on, love might find you\r\nIf it does, it might stay\r\nOr it might sail on with a ship's crew\r\nIf it's still there, hooray\r\n\r\nSoon, tragedy strikes you down\r\nLife starts to end, fall to pieces around your ears\r\nThose bright lights of love may turn brown\r\nIf you're lucky, come true will all your fears\r\n\r\nSoon pain will come 'round\r\nLike a swimmer drown'd\r\nYou have no will to be alive\r\nYou impatiently wait for death to arrive\r\n\r\nWhen you see him come over the hill\r\nYou run to greet him, as a friend\r\nSuddenly, to life you have the will\r\nBut it's too late; come, has the end\r\n----------------------------------\r\n\r\n[b]The Long Road[/b]\r\nAs I walk along this road\r\nI see many dead on the road\r\nI see bodies on the road\r\nI see limbs on the road\r\nI see heds on the road\r\nBut never on this road\r\nHave I seen love on this road\r\nNever once happiness on this road\r\nEverything is dead on the Long Road\r\nWalk life traversing the Long Road\r\n----------------------------------\r\n\r\nI'll add more as the days go on\r\nEven though time leaves\r\nI'll not be long gone\r\nFor he that in me truly believes

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crazyape

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Peasant

Posted March 15, '12 3:17am UTC

Nice, emochick, but this is MY poetry thread. :P Start your own, or do the first-line poetry.

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Shepherd

Posted March 16, '12 2:23am UTC

*The annoying guy appears*I like your poems but none have made me feel in touch with them for only one poem has ever made me cry in all the forums when you reach that level your poems will be completed.
My opinion

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Peasant

Posted March 17, '12 2:28am UTC

*The annoying guy appears*I like your poems but none have made me feel in touch with them for only one poem has ever made me cry in all the forums when you reach that level your poems will be completed.
My opinion

Did I ask for it? ^_^

Haters will hate, losers will lose, and I'll keep awn rockin'.

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FALLEN950

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Nomad

Posted March 18, '12 4:27am UTC

At the moment I am quite depressed, and I find poetry to be one way of letting out my emotions. So here are a few of my poems

Sanity

What is sanity?
Is it being like everyone else?
Following a routine?

Or is it something different?
Being different from the rest
Releasing pain through your arms
Secluding yourself from the living

Or...
Is sanity a figment of our imaginations?
Does sanity define a persons well being?
Does sanity affect every aspect of our lives?

To me being insane is a lot easier than being sane
Easier than being like the rest

Insanity is sanity

Scars

All these scars
They tell my story
Of how I became
The monster I am today

All these scars
They keep ripping open
Tearing me apart
Eating me from the inside out

My problem
Is I care too much
I let them walk
All over me

Use me
For all I can
Then throw me aside
It destroys me

My sanity is slipping
I can't handle this much longer
The pain
The suffering
Of it all

It eats away
At my insides
Slowly destroying
What's left of me
This monster I am

All these scars
Serve a purpose
To remind me
Of what I've done
To get this far
And lose it all
Over and over

Promises

There's part of me
that wants to give in
break those promises
destroy everything I've created

There's part of me
that wants to fight
keep those promises alive
Stay strong for those around me

There's part of me
all of me
that's dead inside
and can't find a purpose
scrambling for help
those promises bind me to this hell

These poems are all really dark, but they all explain a little about me. Like I said, I'm pretty depressed at the moment, but I find poetry a way for me to exhale the pain inside, and it helps tremendously

At the moment I am quite depressed, and I find poetry to be one way of letting out my emotions. So here are a few of my poems\r\n\r\n[b]Sanity[/b]\r\n\r\nWhat is sanity?\r\nIs it being like everyone else?\r\nFollowing a routine?\r\n\r\nOr is it something different?\r\nBeing different from the rest\r\nReleasing pain through your arms\r\nSecluding yourself from the living\r\n\r\nOr...\r\nIs sanity a figment of our imaginations?\r\nDoes sanity define a persons well being?\r\nDoes sanity affect every aspect of our lives?\r\n\r\nTo me being insane is a lot easier than being sane\r\nEasier than being like the rest\r\n\r\nInsanity is sanity\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n[b]Scars[/b]\r\n\r\nAll these scars\r\nThey tell my story\r\nOf how I became\r\nThe monster I am today\r\n\r\nAll these scars\r\nThey keep ripping open\r\nTearing me apart\r\nEating me from the inside out\r\n\r\nMy problem\r\nIs I care too much\r\nI let them walk\r\nAll over me\r\n\r\nUse me\r\nFor all I can\r\nThen throw me aside\r\nIt destroys me\r\n\r\nMy sanity is slipping\r\nI can't handle this much longer\r\nThe pain\r\nThe suffering\r\nOf it all\r\n\r\nIt eats away\r\nAt my insides\r\nSlowly destroying\r\nWhat's left of me\r\nThis monster I am\r\n\r\nAll these scars\r\nServe a purpose\r\nTo remind me\r\nOf what I've done\r\nTo get this far\r\nAnd lose it all\r\nOver and over\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n[b]Promises[/b]\r\n\r\nThere's part of me\r\nthat wants to give in\r\nbreak those promises\r\ndestroy everything I've created\r\n\r\nThere's part of me\r\nthat wants to fight\r\nkeep those promises alive\r\nStay strong for those around me\r\n\r\nThere's part of me\r\nall of me\r\nthat's dead inside\r\nand can't find a purpose\r\nscrambling for help\r\nthose promises bind me to this hell\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nThese poems are all really dark, but they all explain a little about me. Like I said, I'm pretty depressed at the moment, but I find poetry a way for me to exhale the pain inside, and it helps tremendously

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Peasant

Posted March 18, '12 9:59pm UTC

I write poems sometimes and became a professional at it. This is one I made a long time ago.
I SAID A PRAYER FOR YOU TODAY
I said a prayer for you today
And I know God must have heard-
I felt the answer in my heart
Although He spoke no word!
I didn't ask for wealth or fame
(I knew you wouldn't mind)-
I asked Him to send treasures
Of a far more lasting kind!
I asked that He'd be near you
At the start of each new day
To grant you heath and blessings
And friends to share your way!
I asked for happiness for you
In all things great and small-
But it was for His loving care
I prayed for most of all!
-Chris707
A poem i made when I lost someone close to me

Posted Mar 18, '12 at 12:27am

FALLEN950
At the moment I am quite depressed, and I find poetry to be one way of letting out my emotions. So here are a few of my poems
Sanity
What is sanity?
Is it being like everyone else?
Following a routine?
Or is it something different?
Being different from the rest
Releasing pain through your arms
Secluding yourself from the living
Or...
Is sanity a figment of our imaginations?
Does sanity define a persons well being?
Does sanity affect every aspect of our lives?
To me being insane is a lot easier than being sane
Easier than being like the rest
Insanity is sanity
Scars
All these scars
They tell my story
Of how I became
The monster I am today
All these scars
They keep ripping open
Tearing me apart
Eating me from the inside out
My problem
Is I care too much
I let them walk
All over me
Use me
For all I can
Then throw me aside
It destroys me
My sanity is slipping
I can't handle this much longer
The pain
The suffering
Of it all
It eats away
At my insides
Slowly destroying
What's left of me
This monster I am
All these scars
Serve a purpose
To remind me
Of what I've done
To get this far
And lose it all
Over and over
Promises
There's part of me
that wants to give in
break those promises
destroy everything I've created
There's part of me
that wants to fight
keep those promises alive
Stay strong for those around me
There's part of me
all of me
that's dead inside
and can't find a purpose
scrambling for help
those promises bind me to this hell
These poems are all really dark, but they all explain a little about me. Like I said, I'm pretty depressed at the moment, but I find poetry a way for me to exhale the pain inside, and it helps tremendously

Okay, why are people posting THEIR poetry on MY thread? What the heck people?!

[quote]I write poems sometimes and became a professional at it. This is one I made a long time ago.\r\n     I SAID A PRAYER FOR YOU TODAY\r\nI said a prayer for you today\r\n     And I know God must have heard-\r\nI felt the answer in my heart\r\n     Although He spoke no word!\r\nI didn't ask for wealth or fame\r\n    (I knew you wouldn't mind)-\r\nI asked Him to send treasures\r\n    Of a far more lasting kind!\r\nI asked that He'd be near you\r\n   At the start of each new day\r\nTo grant you heath and blessings\r\n    And friends to share your way!\r\nI asked for happiness for you\r\n    In all things great and small-\r\nBut it was for His loving care\r\n    I prayed for most of all!\r\n-Chris707\r\nA poem i made when I lost someone close to me\r\n \r\n  \r\nPosted Mar 18, '12 at 12:27am\r\n\r\n\r\nFALLEN950\r\nAt the moment I am quite depressed, and I find poetry to be one way of letting out my emotions. So here are a few of my poems\r\nSanity\r\nWhat is sanity?\r\nIs it being like everyone else?\r\nFollowing a routine?\r\nOr is it something different?\r\nBeing different from the rest\r\nReleasing pain through your arms\r\nSecluding yourself from the living\r\nOr...\r\nIs sanity a figment of our imaginations?\r\nDoes sanity define a persons well being?\r\nDoes sanity affect every aspect of our lives?\r\nTo me being insane is a lot easier than being sane\r\nEasier than being like the rest\r\nInsanity is sanity\r\nScars\r\nAll these scars\r\nThey tell my story\r\nOf how I became\r\nThe monster I am today\r\nAll these scars\r\nThey keep ripping open\r\nTearing me apart\r\nEating me from the inside out\r\nMy problem\r\nIs I care too much\r\nI let them walk\r\nAll over me\r\nUse me\r\nFor all I can\r\nThen throw me aside\r\nIt destroys me\r\nMy sanity is slipping\r\nI can't handle this much longer\r\nThe pain\r\nThe suffering\r\nOf it all\r\nIt eats away\r\nAt my insides\r\nSlowly destroying\r\nWhat's left of me\r\nThis monster I am\r\nAll these scars\r\nServe a purpose\r\nTo remind me\r\nOf what I've done\r\nTo get this far\r\nAnd lose it all\r\nOver and over\r\nPromises\r\nThere's part of me\r\nthat wants to give in\r\nbreak those promises\r\ndestroy everything I've created\r\nThere's part of me\r\nthat wants to fight\r\nkeep those promises alive\r\nStay strong for those around me\r\nThere's part of me\r\nall of me\r\nthat's dead inside\r\nand can't find a purpose\r\nscrambling for help\r\nthose promises bind me to this hell\r\nThese poems are all really dark, but they all explain a little about me. Like I said, I'm pretty depressed at the moment, but I find poetry a way for me to exhale the pain inside, and it helps tremendously\r\n \r\n[/quote]\r\n\r\nOkay, why are people posting THEIR poetry on MY thread? What the heck people?!

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Nomad

Posted April 1, '12 4:46am UTC

:P
people are smart XD that was in answer to ur question, crazyape.

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crazyape

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Peasant

Posted April 5, '12 7:25pm UTC

people are smart XD that was in answer to ur question, crazyape.

I'm going to assume that's a compliment. Now, to think of more awesome... poetry....

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Elder Ice

We're the Elder Ice
They've got no power here
They've got the Blades of Winter
We don't try to entice

Here,
Comes the nitty-gritty
Get down,
Watch your blood spill
Let's watch you cough your life out
You shouldn't have come

Now you're dead
Now you're dust
Why'd you come, human?

We're the Elder Ice
Don't try to conquer us
No blade can kill
No frost can chill

We're the Elder Ice
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Posted April 26, '12 10:00pm UTC

Something i must write
So on the front I'll be
This is written in my plight
For my friend Sierra to see

yes this is a cheap excuse for a poem
If there's someone better I know 'em
But I'm getting tired of typing
And will probaly start griping
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I wrote this so I could have it on the front page. LoL...

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