i love poetry and i would love to hear yours
She leapt like a deer,
Foundering near,
Was a terror-ridden horse.
She turn’d round to face,
The flying mace,
Of the terror’s black hand.
She ducked and she ran,
Fearing more than
The terror, death.
Should I continue? I made it up on the spot, so it’s probably not very good =/
i turned to discover
the beast was near,
it swiftly turned it’s head
it could smell my fear.
i ran and panted as fast i could
to find he was near
pain,terror came my way
i wish it could be settled, with a bottle of bear
just a little something from the top of my head.
Steve5
8
Nice to see I’m not the only poet around! This is nowhere near my most “popular”, but it’s my favorite:
The most beautiful thing under the depths of me,do you think its near, on wings of restless dreams?
The sky admit all my hope is ready to strike.
The nightside of wonder always searching (FOR YOU!)You’re always there and this feeling is running out,
having all the scenes through fragile memories.
The most beautiful thing under the depths of me,do you thinks its near, on wings of restless dreams?
I am here a right to make a state of feelings.
Now it’s gone (GONE!) but now it’s in everything.
And ugh! I’m searching for the dawning Rosy Light,
and what do you bathe within my passion my light?
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Steve5
10
Thanks!
The
Rose
She’s ambitious and clean her plans to shine,
speaking of which your beauty is divine.
Emotions are beating down on her like rain,
now she’s untamed pouring out a crimson stain.
Rising from the bush like Valentines petals,
staying sharp even when the times are dull.
Man I swear she’s bad and she knows,
of the X’s and O’s you must be the rose.<sup></sup>
that’s me XD at least by name…
Steve5
12
Maybe it was intentional ;P
Started this earlier:
I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea,My mind holding me captive and I cannot flee.
