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my poem
Mar 29, 2004 6:43:13 GMT -5
Post by Stephan on Mar 29, 2004 6:43:13 GMT -5
this is one i am pretty proud of i may say so. and this i the last one i'll post for a while i guess, cause i wrote about 30 of these things and most of them are very personal. but this poem is about my vision in life.
this one is written before the one i posted above (raindrops)
The two sides of life
We live in a time of pain, Sorrow is all that we gain. People get sick and die, Creating a tear in your eye.
We can’t cure the simplest diseases, Because we don’t know how much it pleases. People are dying all around us, Terrorism is what we discuss.
Marten Luther King was shot, Only because he thought, That people are the same, And all play in this game.
Only a child young of age, Has innocence instead of rage. And as time haunts them in their lives, They meet everything that cries.
When we look at all this grief, We hold on to our belief. Our belief that there is light, Helping us to fight.
But for light to give us hope, We must see the darkness on our globe. For without light there is no dark, And without dark there is no spark.
Pain is just one part, The other is the love in our heart. Because the first needs the other, For they belong together.
So when pain strikes your life, Don’t you even touch that knife. For pain never comes alone, Together with joy it gets you home.
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my poem
Mar 29, 2004 6:40:32 GMT -5
Post by Stephan on Mar 29, 2004 6:40:32 GMT -5
this is one i wrote a month ago.
it's not as dark as the one posted above.
Raindrops
In the spring of life there’s a flower, Washing the raindrops away like a shower, Water falling down the leaves, Like tears on your knees, Drops piercing the ground, Passing every age, And when love is found, We open the cage.
Raindrops so fragile, Trees so agile, Friends in denial, On the green mile.
Tears falling from the sky, Flooding the land, Tears that make me cry, When you touch my hand. Raindrops touching your lips so soft, Your twisting tongue to clean, On your lips so soft, Your mouth of which I can only dream.
Raindrops so fragile, Trees so agile, Friends in denial, On the green mile.
Raindrops touching your gentle body, Rivers crafting their way, Making their flow so lovely, Reaching the shores of may, Tumbling past your waist, Leaving a trail of wet skin, Despite the summers haste, On the feeling that they bring.
Raindrops so fragile, Trees so agile, Friends in denial, On the green mile.
Raindrops entering late-summer, Making their way to autumn, Letting the warmth behind, To the cold which is blind.
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my poem
Mar 29, 2004 6:38:37 GMT -5
Post by Stephan on Mar 29, 2004 6:38:37 GMT -5
yes, i've written loads more. but most of it is more personal than this so i will try and see if i can post something.
thx for reading and appreciating my poem.
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my poem
Dec 11, 2003 17:33:05 GMT -5
Post by Stephan on Dec 11, 2003 17:33:05 GMT -5
btw, i forgot to notice, u should play my immortal when reading it. it makes the meaning of the poem more clear.
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my poem
Dec 11, 2003 17:25:08 GMT -5
Post by Stephan on Dec 11, 2003 17:25:08 GMT -5
i wrote a poem about some things in my life. it's about my sister who is very sick for 2 years now. and when i heard my immortal something broke in me. and the following poem came out.
please tell me what you think of this poem.
Sometimes I feel like drifting away, From a place I can never stay. Sometimes you make me wish, You wouldn’t be the one I could miss.
You make my mind confused, And make me feel used. When I think it’s the end, You let me know that you’re not spent.
Sometimes you look so weak, Praying to get the help you seek. But then again you’re so strong, And I’ll know you’ll keep livin’ on.
Deep in my heart I know, You won’t be on death row. You will get a happy life, And love will be your drive.
Sometimes I think you’re scared, Scared to release all the feelings you bared. Scared to let anyone make you better, And unlike you, we think it does matter.
Please let loose all the things inside of you, Because that’s the thing I feel you should do. I know that it’s fearsome to do a thing like that, But an improvement is the only thing you’ll get.
And remember that we will never let you down, For me you’re still the girl with a silver crown. A girl that will never ever give up, Even if her heart would stop.
You’re mom and dad love you more than everything, More then is ever possible with imagining. Now please break down your protective wall, And let them help you for the sake of us all.
It doesn’t matter what people think of your being, Love, just and care is all that they are seeing. Let your blond hair and beautiful face do it’s duty, And let everybody say once again: you’re a cuty.
thx
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