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Tis Hub of Poetry[Officiality at it's worste!]
Sumaxi
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Be you a poet, and truelly do go with it,
Thy rhymes master with true gracefullness,
As if a leasure to right with it,
Tis it be the mark of true powerfullness.
Well, Now for the Rules.
No Double Posting, We're saving space.
Edit to include new poems. (I actually @@@@ this and then me and some mod/admin had a nice @@@ chat when I was @@@ and then @@@ and possibly but I didn't notice @@@@@@@@@@@@@. Big word.)
Thy rhymes master with true gracefullness,
As if a leasure to right with it,
Tis it be the mark of true powerfullness.
Well, Now for the Rules.
No Double Posting, We're saving space.
Edit to include new poems. (I actually @@@@ this and then me and some mod/admin had a nice @@@ chat when I was @@@ and then @@@ and possibly but I didn't notice @@@@@@@@@@@@@. Big word.)
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Sumaxijdf2I already made a Poem Hub Im not trying to be mean or anything i just dont think the foum mods dont want 2 or more of the same post
I see. Then it works out perfectly. Mine isn't official if you checked the tittle.
Oh sorry I read the title wrong
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jdf2I already made a Poem Hub Im not trying to be mean or anything i just dont think the foum mods dont want 2 or more of the same post
I see. Then it works out perfectly. Mine isn't official if you checked the tittle.
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I already made a Poem Hub Im not trying to be mean or anything i just dont think the foum mods dont want 2 or more of the same post
poem-hub-t92164.html
poem-hub-t92164.html
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scribblemaniacCan it be any kind of poem about any subject?
Yep. Any Subject. Especially Death. Everyone likes a good death poem.
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Can it be any kind of poem about any subject?
Poems from me coming soon, maybe.
Poems from me coming soon, maybe.
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My Own Poetry, --------(NOT A BUMP, I editted it a few seconds ago with the description so it doesn't bump me in any fashion.)
First one is a Free Verse:
The Wind Blew.
It blew from the cracks of the spires of the very grounds themselves,
It blew from tin shaded window to dark glass windows-almost aimlessly, as if searching for a lost friend,
It blew threw, and too.
The wind went into the very souls of those ready to defend,
Through the caves of those ready to attack,
From those demonic demons in their pulsing hearts,
To the angelic angels in the skies, warning to those below.
It stopped for a second.
Silent, Until the wind of the free souls blew anew.
And it never blew again.
Not a cloud in the sky.
Not a heart throbbing on the ground.
Just me.
Hmm. How about a touch of insanity?
The Night
Nighty...Nighty...NIGHT. Oh truth of the burning silky night, truth though it may not be one of palbability, it is of essence. Of that essence of the darkness, to only confirm itself, and only itself.Oh truth of that sentence may aswell be pure, be it pure as itself? No answer.
( It means something, but I've only begun to understand half of what it's saying- My unconcious mind wrote it when I was falling asleap.
I feel pretty good for a Rage one right now.
Those, those demons. Those despicable terrible demons. They're burning black eyes that suck up all the warmth in you. Those terrible terrible eyes. They burned the village. My Family. My Friends. My World. It's burned. All burned. But not, it's frozen. Oh so very frozen. The corpses, they're cold now. Cold as ice. Oh ice is not as cold , to be of the truth. I feel gratefull. The demons left the humans. Although a human, is mainly a devil.
Ohkay. Getting a bit scared now.
Over the musty hill. To see a fair peacemaking town, full of prosperity.
One woman was toiling over in the fields. Only then did it brighten my view.
The Wailing. The plague had trotted it's way around here apparently.
She was not sick yet, but she would be oh so very soon.
For I see the beast itself learing at her.
Still, quite of interest, she did not care.
She worked and worked, nearly dying herself , but that fierce determination.
Truth, it frightened me. That one may be of that mindset.
Too bad she was blind, for while working for good, she gave to evil.
First one is a Free Verse:
The Wind Blew.
It blew from the cracks of the spires of the very grounds themselves,
It blew from tin shaded window to dark glass windows-almost aimlessly, as if searching for a lost friend,
It blew threw, and too.
The wind went into the very souls of those ready to defend,
Through the caves of those ready to attack,
From those demonic demons in their pulsing hearts,
To the angelic angels in the skies, warning to those below.
It stopped for a second.
Silent, Until the wind of the free souls blew anew.
And it never blew again.
Not a cloud in the sky.
Not a heart throbbing on the ground.
Just me.
Hmm. How about a touch of insanity?
The Night
Nighty...Nighty...NIGHT. Oh truth of the burning silky night, truth though it may not be one of palbability, it is of essence. Of that essence of the darkness, to only confirm itself, and only itself.Oh truth of that sentence may aswell be pure, be it pure as itself? No answer.
( It means something, but I've only begun to understand half of what it's saying- My unconcious mind wrote it when I was falling asleap.
I feel pretty good for a Rage one right now.
Those, those demons. Those despicable terrible demons. They're burning black eyes that suck up all the warmth in you. Those terrible terrible eyes. They burned the village. My Family. My Friends. My World. It's burned. All burned. But not, it's frozen. Oh so very frozen. The corpses, they're cold now. Cold as ice. Oh ice is not as cold , to be of the truth. I feel gratefull. The demons left the humans. Although a human, is mainly a devil.
Ohkay. Getting a bit scared now.
Over the musty hill. To see a fair peacemaking town, full of prosperity.
One woman was toiling over in the fields. Only then did it brighten my view.
The Wailing. The plague had trotted it's way around here apparently.
She was not sick yet, but she would be oh so very soon.
For I see the beast itself learing at her.
Still, quite of interest, she did not care.
She worked and worked, nearly dying herself , but that fierce determination.
Truth, it frightened me. That one may be of that mindset.
Too bad she was blind, for while working for good, she gave to evil.
