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Post by Luthien on Mar 3, 2004 21:46:15 GMT -5
A mother and son at the park you could tell it was getting late the sky was getting dark What was fun and exciting day ended as a sorrow and tragic day The streets they lived on had gangs a sudden skyful of thousans of bangs the mother lost sight of her son she went searching when all was done last she saw he was near the fighting when she found him, she started crying she held him in her arms protecting him from anymore harms she yelled,"It's not his time, at such a young age this boy will die." As the boy slipped away into darkness she was alone in the dark now childless.
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Post by Luthien on Mar 6, 2004 10:58:19 GMT -5
No one knows who has won until the day if truely done With swords and arrows flying by While darkness creeps and fills the sky
With brutal snarls and evil screams All may seem a nightmare dream All will fight til the break of dawn All will seem that all is gone
No one knows what the future lies When all is gone and darkened skies Evil may linger in the air As the land looks dry and bare
No one knows who has won Until the day is truely done With swords and arrows flying by While darkness creeps and fills the sky
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Post by valaraukar on Mar 11, 2004 20:13:18 GMT -5
i don't think this is any good but here it is
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
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Post by Luthien on Mar 12, 2004 18:28:29 GMT -5
That was good.
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Post by Aman on Mar 12, 2004 19:04:22 GMT -5
thats good
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Post by Luthien on Mar 12, 2004 20:53:24 GMT -5
Magnifico!!!!!!!!!s
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Post by valaraukar on Mar 12, 2004 20:55:27 GMT -5
do you really think so well than thanxs
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Post by Luthien on Mar 12, 2004 21:07:21 GMT -5
He's a long one, most of you already have seen it in Isengard.
All has come to this day When no one knows when all will fade The seasons come the seasons go When all is done, all will slow
Time has come to set away To save this land for another day To die and parish before the sun When this land soon be done
Many have fought and gave their life To set another day for another life As the sun comes up and goes down Another king will be aground
All has come to this day When no one knows when all will fade The seasons come the seasons go When all is done all will slow
To set aside another day Will cause the dreams to fade away When all is lost and dreams are torn They'll be an evil face showing no scorn
No one will know what seemed to turn But only what is seen in the burn So much evil in the air Will give anyone a frightful scare
Markings are shown as bright as gold This is what the tale has told So much evil lies within so much truth, but such a sin
To set aside another day Will cause the dreams to fade away When all is lost, and dreams are torn They'll be an evil face showing no scorn
No one knows who has one Until the day is truely done With swords and arrows flying by While darkness creeps and fills the sky
With brutal snarls and evil screams All may seem a nightmare dream All will fight til break of dawn All will seem that all is gone
No one knows what the future lies When all is gone and darkened skies Evil may linger in the air As the land looks dry and bare
No one knows who has won Until the day is truely done With swords and arrows flying by While darkness creeps and fills the sky
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Post by Luthien on Mar 13, 2004 21:56:08 GMT -5
Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well, As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then, And now we are busy, tired men..
Tired of playing a foolish game, Tired of trying to make a name..
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away, "Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end. Around the corner, a vanished friend.
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Post by Iluvatar on Mar 14, 2004 12:14:38 GMT -5
Wow you guys! Your makeing me feel bad coz i cant write a poem even if my life depended on it! Im very proud of ya all! Mwahahaha
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Post by Luthien on Mar 18, 2004 20:39:34 GMT -5
Really, It's not that hard. Just start with a subject and go from there.
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Post by valaraukar on Mar 20, 2004 21:52:35 GMT -5
I CAME UP WITH ANOTHER ONE HERE IT IS
A Stranger's Touch
Your touch feels like that of a stranger why does it feel this way A sign in my mind saying danger and you see how my eyes do stray
I'm scared that our love is lost I dare not think it through My heart is covered in frost but I try to melt it for you
I shy away when we're talking and hesitate to answer your call It feels just like fire walking It's a question of time till I fall
I'm walking on broken glass here Don't wanna hurt me or you The fact is you're still so dear all I really want is be true
You feel how I'm always so distant and I try to avoid your eyes But you've always been so persistant and I have to tell you these lies
Your touch feels like that of a stranger I know why it feels that way The sign in my mind saying danger is telling me I can't stay
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Post by Luthien on Mar 21, 2004 14:41:24 GMT -5
That was really good. I congradulate you on your poem. Your on your way to be a poet. ;D
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Post by valaraukar on Mar 22, 2004 20:33:45 GMT -5
thanxs aunt Luthy who new im only 12 for real life so how about this one? ;D Between the lines
I don't care if you take me or leave me or deceive me I don't care if you come or go just so you know I don't care if you like me - I'm sure you don't but I will not cry - I won't I don't care if you're not here I will not shed a tear
And should I find you gone before the break of dawn I will not care I really won't...
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Post by valaraukar on Mar 23, 2004 18:23:22 GMT -5
SORRY LORALYS BUT I THINK ME AND LUTHIEN HAVE TAKEN OVER.... BUT HERES ANOTHER ONE It is so immensely powerful When the music grabs me Moves me Makes me want to Pour my thoughts into a mold For I am a Wild Child... Ever walked slowly in a gentle forest? Ever run aimlessly in an open field? Open your mouth to let the rain in Roll in the snow like the wild animal That you are inside. What a way to make it through life: A Wild Child.
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