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  1. #1 poems ud like to share 
    Forum Freshman Falloutboysgirl's Avatar
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    i sent this too a few forums grrrrrrrrrrr

    tell me what you think and get a break down thanx


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    ok read this poem i wrote like 5 mintutes ago, i wrote it in like 5 minures
    tell me what u think warning languge


    whipsers i hear them in the halls
    in the cafeteria as i stand in line to pay to pay for the hurt you caused me
    stand by friends theyll back you up.
    sisters like gang
    are you still in love with the whore you mistook me for ?
    thats not who i am
    i am more than my body
    phone numbers
    i push ,beep beep beep
    so loud
    turn it down
    shut it off
    ill never get the guts to call you anyway
    to say im sorry
    im who u think i am

    i know ..cliche


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    I'm an old fashioned type who likes Milton and Byron and Elliot. Something with some scansion and maybe a few rhymes thrown in for good measure.
    Doesn't really do it for me.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Ophiolite
    I'm an old fashioned type who likes Milton and Byron and Elliot. Something with some scansion and maybe a few rhymes thrown in for good measure.
    Doesn't really do it for me.
    ok ill try. thanx for being honest
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    i liked it. second one more than the first one because i understood it better. props, good job.
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    Quote Originally Posted by SealOtter
    i liked it. second one more than the first one because i understood it better. props, good job.
    awe, thanx sealotter!!
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    no title - Hildegunst von Mythenmez
    In tiefen, kalten hohlen Raeumen
    Wo Schatten sich mit Schatten paaren
    Wo alte Buecher Traeume Treumen
    Von Zeiten als sie Buecher waren
    Wo Kohle Diamant gebiert
    Man weder Licht noch Gnade kennt
    Dort ist's, wo jener Geists regiert
    Den man den SchattenKoenig nennt




    no title - Hildegunst von Mythenmez
    in *deep*, *cold* *hollow* areas
    Where shades *pair* with shades itself
    Where old books dream of dreams
    Of times as they where books
    Where *coal* *bears* diamond
    One neither light nor *grace*
    knows Ist's, where *that* ghost *rules*
    Which one calls the *shade king*

    you would have to learn german to understand the text, if you translate it to enlish you wouldnt understand the meaning. I'm bilingual and can understand both enlish (not so good but enough) and german. I see that there are words that don't exist in that perticular way, it is often the case that books written in german and then translated in english have a other style or show a different meaning.(I often mix meanings up in both languages or just know the word in
    one of the 2)

    why the post?
    this is to show that poems are no good in another language, have a different style and stuff. You're poem might be emo in one language but also have a whole other meaning in another.


    the upper poem is ununderstandable(in english). I have maked the words that are not how they should be but are the right words(confusing but true)
    In enlgish it has a touch as if it where sayd by some guy who is predicting the end of the world....

    in german it has a philosopical touch with, how should i say it? It makes you look down to youre self, how great this writer is and any text you have brought to paper, is nothing compared to this.

    sounds scary but it's the truth.
    I haven't come to fight my word, but to find the truth.
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    wow!!! thats intresting, thanx for the enlightning post! i really agree, it has a cryptic meaning to me, and a different meaning for anyone who reads it, thanks again!
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    Alone

    From childhood's hour I have not been
    As others were--I have not seen
    As others saw--I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring--
    From the same source I have not taken
    My sorrow--I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone--
    And all I lov'd--I lov'd alone--
    Then--in my childhood--in the dawn
    Of a most stormy life--was drawn
    From ev'ry depth of good and ill
    The mystery which binds me still--
    From the torrent, or the fountain--
    From the red cliff of the mountain--
    From the sun that round me roll'd
    In its autumn tint of gold--
    From the lightning in the sky
    As it pass'd me flying by--
    From the thunder, and the storm--
    And the cloud that took the form
    (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
    Of a demon in my view--

    Edgar Allan Poe
    "There is a kind of lazy pleasure in useless and out-of-the-way erudition." -Jorge Luis Borges
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    Wamba samba - Jamma zamma - Wikkity tak to -

    Deep the jungle - the vines so long - the monkeys swing through -

    Above, the birds - beneath, the ants - behind is yesterday -

    Beyond, the beast - He waits for me - the weak, the slow, the prey -

    Time to die.




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  12. #11 My favourite poem........ 
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    If

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

    If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with triumph and disaster
    And treat those two imposters just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breath a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

    (Rudyard Kipling)
    The hand of time rested on the half-hour mark, and all along that old front line of the English there came a whistling and a crying. The men of the first wave climbed up the parapets, in tumult, darkness, and the presence of death, and having done with all pleasant things, advanced across No Man's Land to begin the Battle of the Somme. - Poet John Masefield.

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    If i could write the worlds most perfect poem,
    i'd turn into the world most egocentric man.
    If i could change the world with my words,
    i'd be sure to make all new friends.
    If i could show the world to share their wealth,
    i'd hoared it for myself.
    If i dould tell everyone to be fair,
    i'd become the only hypocrite left.

    Humanity can't handle heroism
    It's too weak
    too self centred
    too ready to believe

    To believe in all the compliments the crackpots,
    the starry-eyed and the complacent give.
    Forgeting far too quickly, where they came from and
    never able to get it back

    Humanity isn't modest
    it's desperate,
    always searching
    looking for affection

    Humanity isn't heroic,
    it's greedy
    and always looking for a way
    to prove that it wants to "help@

    Humanity is nothing and
    i can't wait until the day
    that the cockroaches take over the world
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    some of my own stuff


    I felt a breeze run through my hair
    alone in my loft one night,
    To think it came without a care
    was certainly a fright.

    I threw a random antidote
    at the venom on the wall,
    She stole the song that I had wrote
    about the leaves of fall.

    My cold and ransacked wooden horse
    had to be redrawn,
    From timber and heartfelt remorse
    it ran across the lawn.

    And why haven’t you believed me
    all the times I’ve told you true,
    I run my thoughts so freely
    to keep on even ground with you.




    and another one





    Perhaps we are not supposed to know
    The feeling that will tickle us until we show
    Delight, Exalt, Delight, Delight
    Fight, No Never Fight

    Perhaps we are not supposed to see
    The way we disrupt our reality
    Sit, Sit, Sit, Sit
    Then perhaps we will see

    If only time would lend our race a hand
    To cease and feed the need to rise out of the struggle land

    If only time would lend our race a hand
    To cease and feed the need to rise out of the struggle land

    Perhaps we are not feeling the way that we once did
    As children, when the whole thing is fun
    Adventure, Wonder, and of course Delight
    And even a healthy dose of Fright

    Perhaps we do not understand the simple point of life
    To look around and lend a helping hand
    If ten legions came this way with muskets and new hats
    The wind would rouse the grass and I would stand

    Oh what is life if you don't feel some sense of mystery
    To see the endless fields and sacred hills
    To see the very core of the ones who you like most
    And putting that charm well over thrills



    I desire mercy, not sacrifice.
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    Line

    Standing in the line
    Why am i waistin my time?

    Wonder if i'll be the first
    to discover life thirst
    and see why it passes so quickly
    Bang
    Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils ... - Louis Hector Berlioz
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