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Warrior
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written Tuesday, July 27 2004 03:29
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quote:I think i've just fallen in love with this poem, thank you. Definitely choosing this one for english class next time. Written by TGM quote:I think i know who this is, but they will remain unknown for many good reasons! Rosy that's quite an impressive effort for an 11 year old it was thoroughly entertaining the whole way through. On the other had i had a bit of a hard time getting through 'The Wasteland, i don`t have much patience for really long poems unless i'm really ineterested in a topic or it rivets me from the beginning so i can't honestly tell how much i'd like it. Stughalf your poem was great too, i really felt pity for the character of the poem. It reminded me alot of soemthing you might read in a good fantasy book. Have you ever thought of maybe publishing this online? Check out Writers' Window if anyone's interested, you'd be surprised with what you can find there sometimes. -------------------- "This......is a TREE! What's it for?" -Exile III Posts: 75 | Registered: Saturday, December 20 2003 08:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Tuesday, July 27 2004 03:44
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quote:Yes, and Robert Frost is the only poet we had in English class whose poems were actually enjoyable to me. Wonderful work. ;) [ Tuesday, July 27, 2004 03:46: Message edited by: Arancaytar ] -------------------- The Encyclopaedia Ermariana <-- Now a Wiki! "Polaris leers down from the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey." --- HP Lovecraft. "I single Aran out due to his nasty temperment, and his superior intellect." --- ben Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Tuesday, July 27 2004 13:39
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Thanks for the compliments, BSC and Red Book. Perhaps my poem could find a fit in a fantasy novel, Red Book, although I've always felt that, outside of the rather simple mountain metaphor, there was nothing all that unearthly about it. It simply deals with the fear and uncertainty involved in stepping outside one's sphere of comfort, and that's a theme that seems to resonate more with ordinary people living simple lives than anyone else. I've never considered publishing it, but I suppose it is an option. I've been recently trying to write another poem, this one regarding the feelings of ineffectuality and hopelessness that can result from problems of motivation such as the ones which I have suffered for some time. Fittingly, I can't quite motivate myself to finish it. -------------------- Stughalf "Delusion arises from anger. The mind is bewildered by delusion. Reasoning is destroyed when the mind is bewildered. One falls down when reasoning is destroyed."- The Bhagavad Gita. Posts: 1798 | Registered: Sunday, October 5 2003 07:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Wednesday, July 28 2004 06:18
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quote:Eleven-year-old girls should certainly not be as cynical as you. Nor should anyone else, for what it's worth. Something about those lines almost scare me out of my wits. So how about you give up the game, Robert? -------------------- ahhahaha i rule u droool Posts: 756 | Registered: Monday, August 4 2003 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Wednesday, July 28 2004 10:21
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Roger, if I remember correctly. Who's the girl on the photos in that case though? :confused: -------------------- The Encyclopaedia Ermariana <-- Now a Wiki! "Polaris leers down from the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey." --- HP Lovecraft. "I single Aran out due to his nasty temperment, and his superior intellect." --- ben Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Wednesday, July 28 2004 12:19
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I even have fake photos from when "I" was five! (See Desp.) :P Hell, no honestly, weed, I'm just another gothcynicpreteenpoet. They aren't exactly a rare species. -------------------- fame fame fatal fame it can play hideous tricks on the brain Posts: 407 | Registered: Friday, May 14 2004 07:00 |
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Off With Their Heads
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written Wednesday, July 28 2004 12:38
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I wrote this a few years back for a class assignment. The assignment was to parody a poem. Most people don't get it the first time they read it, but they definitely get it if I read it to them aloud. Shall I compare thee to a heap of dung? Thou art more pungent than a pile of crap; Though never ‘fore hath hymns to crap been sung, Art thou not like a praiseworthy mishap? Or shall I lie and call thee beautiful; For thou art like the rose, the sun, the moon: Thy petals are at night apart spread full And ‘tween thy buds a heav’nly body croons. Perhaps thou mightst be call’d a stimulant: Without thy loving touch and sweet embrace, Man’s wit, his principal part, downward slant And limp and lifeless doth the ground it face. Thou art a falsely love, a not true friend; Thy form shall be remade ‘til time doth end. EDIT: Evidently I was 15 when I wrote this. [ Wednesday, July 28, 2004 12:48: Message edited by: Kelandon ] -------------------- Arancaytar: Every time you ask people to compare TM and Kel, you endanger the poor, fluffy kittens. Kelandon's Pink and Pretty Page!!: the authorized location for all things by me The Archive of all released BoE scenarios ever Posts: 7968 | Registered: Saturday, February 28 2004 08:00 |
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Shake Before Using
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written Wednesday, July 28 2004 17:06
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I wasn't really sure whether Rosycat's poem was cynical or merely a mockery. :P In case, the only part of her poem I really object to is the whole "bleeding on you" thing. I mean, it's hard to wash out bloodstains. It's more polite to do it in a bathtub or something. Posts: 3234 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Wednesday, July 28 2004 17:25
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No silly. The first one was a mockery. I did it in four seconds. The second one. quote: -------------------- fame fame fatal fame it can play hideous tricks on the brain Posts: 407 | Registered: Friday, May 14 2004 07:00 |
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Apprentice
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written Tuesday, August 3 2004 09:36
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the first poem i ever did.. inspired by fallout 1 & 2... I’m sitting in my room Thinking of the boom That wrecked the world Thinking of the radiation That would undo creation Just like that Thinking of the dying Who never stopped crying Because there was no hope Thinking of the freaks That died alongside the geeks Who started it all Thinking of the dread That was all foresaid So long ago Remembering the anarchy Which was only surpassed by blasphemy All because of a mistake Trying to remember what set it off Guessing it was not a noble cause Never to be used as a bedtime story Thinking of the blast Which was never to be surpassed In our wrecked world -------------------- death is natural... i'm not.. Posts: 12 | Registered: Monday, August 2 2004 07:00 |
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Bob's Big Date
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written Tuesday, August 3 2004 14:06
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I don't particularly feel like posting either the stuff that came of the failed story-out-of-order or the Emily Dickenson mockeries (which are too hideous for SW), so there you are. -------------------- The biggest, the baddest, and the fattest. Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Warrior
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written Tuesday, August 3 2004 14:37
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Exchequer, my rage pools At the heights of Windham. -------------------- "'I saw the duckling hatch and disappear. Sadly I ask who may have taken it.'" Posts: 67 | Registered: Monday, June 28 2004 07:00 |
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