Poets of the day (Page 6) xapim: a song by babysis..."don't listin to this " - i saw mommy kissing santa clause underneath the missle toe last night, about the time the clock struck, duh da da duh.....ohhhh drop it ! the boom boom boom, errrrrrrrrrrk ! for those about to rock, we salute you- "the shot herd around the world" THUNDER ! aahhhaahhahaahhh. walk like an egyptian nanaaa na na naaana naaa na naa.....for anyone whoever lostsomebody they loved !!! feb.15th, 20012 lmao "party rock" xapim: mahabharata --- for certain is the death of the born, and certain is the birth of the dead ; therefore that which is inevitable thou shouldst not regret.... (Post deleted by staff ) PhoenixOracle: One Art The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three beloved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. -- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster. Elizabeth Bishop (Post deleted by staff ) xapim: a dream --- this star of heaven which descended like a meteor from the sky; which you tried to lift, but found to heavy, when you tried to move it it would not budge, and so you brought it to my feet; i made it for you, a goad and spur and you were drawn as though...as a friend, love, a such of destiny with out sad heart. and so i ask where is one of this to be ? for the cry of sorrow ,dwells...for our days are numbered and the occupations are a breath of wind...and in her eye's full of tears, sevenfold terror, like dragons, but let the dawn remind you, she is all. and has nothing to fear.....  dirty69: iat the junction where the water meets the sand all is god, just enjoy the veiw as much as you want it to last forever remember its not free  Likeitornot: My heart is mine always simple and true There was a time I wished you were too. I said goodbye upon goodbye when I really wanted you to stay I thought I could fix things tomorrow when I knew I only had today and you said you loved me when all you wanted to is stray Well my heart is still simple and true but I do know one thing it will never again belong to you. Likeitornot: We come into this world venerable, naked and alone. We walk through life of endless dreams, pretending we drink from youthful springs. We’ve flown with eagles and seen the heights. We fought with the devil and won the fights. We done it all and did all for what, when tomorrow we’ll be all alone and all this gone. Though one thing will change, We’ll have our best treads on, looking like brides and grooms, still venerable and alone when we leave this god forsaken world. xapim: i made one up called "sweet misery" by pres.garfeild. the times we share are just true and then time's pass and left with what ? pictures to savor or burn, my favorite shirt and radio songs...and in the morning waking up alone tis' "sweet misery" the end ! xapim: a song of roland.....high are the hills, low the valley's...the cliffs are dark, and defiles mysterious. those days..with much pain. pass through, their clamor. reaching the memories remembere'd , beyond defiles of self-pitty, but for you tears break....like gentle waves : ) xapim: act of valor...there was this navy seal who was not dressed in disguise, for he wore his form fit without a doubt the use of force. for when his friends , family , wife and kids he'd strutter. when time strikes eye's would glance deeply. though terror bit like venum the second was victorious and the hour would proclaim scars remarkable, though for the love, she stood glancing as he withone eye close said goodnight as if a wink spoke, and the hour glass was cracked. xapim: the oresteia..........this is our right, spun for us by Fate. ones who bind the world, noone can shake the hold....mortals shall overcome, insanly murdering kin, as tracked down. till' the dead find little freedom in the end. xapim: ovid....lovestruck, having seen...you long, longing; hopes, but thoughthe future.....like grain harvested will burn, as hedges burn when chance....and forgotten at dawn ? so the heart flames....with hope. and hangs down, unsurpassed. matching imaginly. | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |
