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Post by Pedantry INC on Jul 28, 2014 9:39:36 GMT -5
Ok, hopefully Kiyo will forgive me for this! A bit ago we got into this little thing, ok, i got into this little thing, of writing these little poems her way about stars, due to something that happened ic. It was kinda an ooc joke. Sadly I didn't keep track of any of them. /sad. anyways last night Kiyo was spreading <3s and so I gave her another star poem, she gave me one, I gave her one back! I said we ought to have poem duels and mentioned posting it here. Sadly we didn't get a chance to carry on further, buuuutt. I'm posting it just like I said I would! If you like writing poems, join in, write your own poems, reply to ours! Have fun. Or just read and enjoy
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Post by Fluffy the Mad on Jul 28, 2014 10:30:06 GMT -5
I'm not very good at it, but I do like to write out stuff from time to time... mostly haven't posted anything due to past events. "Together in the darkness eternal, A point of light, infernal! Silence forever shattered, Sisters become battered. Before the start if life, She began the realm of strife, There was yet to be any stars, But already began the scars. Raging always against the light, Looking to return the night, Her servants come in shades, Stealing all with their blades..."
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Post by Kiyohime ๐ on Jul 28, 2014 10:36:37 GMT -5
Yeah, Pedantry got into this thing of sending me poems pretty much EVERYDAY for the last two weeks or so.. which is super cute.. and creative! Haha. Last night was the first time I actually replied with something other than a lot of<3s. Anyway, this is how we roll now. I hope you enjoy and if you ever receive a random poem.. you know what to do (you send one of your own!). ------------ My last one from last night's poem showdown: Pedantry sent me this one after a sadface IC event. ------ I am pretty sure I have more screenies.. it is just a matter of actually finding them. Stay tuned!
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Post by Kiyohime ๐ on Jul 28, 2014 10:38:14 GMT -5
I'm not very good at it, but I do like to write out stuff from time to time... mostly haven't posted anything due to past events. "Together in the darkness eternal, A point of light, infernal! Silence forever shattered, Sisters become battered. Before the start if life, She began the realm of strife, There was yet to be any stars, But already began the scars. Raging always against the light, Looking to return the night, Her servants come in shades, Stealing all with their blades..." I love Emily's stuff. You need to share them more often, DnR.
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Post by Pedantry INC on Aug 1, 2014 5:18:22 GMT -5
Star Poems for KIYO cause I can't sleep with my cranky tummy. Ppffbbht.
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We walk unfettered in the night, Dancing lights for your delight, So make your wish upon us stars, Your hopes we may then carry far.
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Do not deny us whispered breath, For we linger on beyond our death, Fates forgotten memory, The constellations are our history.
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Faded pale in the morn, Lost to dawns soft sweet embrace, Yet your day will then turn, wind down, And bring the night to you. So glance upon our glimmer, Not unlike the morning dew, For always will we sparkle there, And show the north to you.
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Post by megascorpion on Aug 4, 2014 2:45:09 GMT -5
Really enjoy these, thanks bunches all for sharing! Moreover, I'm not much of a poet, but I woke up way too early this morning, couldn't fall back asleep and for some reason started thinking about the poems here. Sooo here's one just for your poems and this thread The stars they shine so bright, they inspire great delight, and when the words were spoken, a slumbering heart was woken.
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Post by Pedantry INC on Aug 11, 2014 17:44:34 GMT -5
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Upon your mind, hither come, Those thoughts wary, lost and airy, We're not here nor there, but just so between, Dreams and faeries, dragon lairs and thistle down, To walk a place unseen, come then, And dance with me.
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ps: for funsies, if people want to pose "topics" for me to turn into poems, I might enjoy the challenge!
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Post by Fluffy the Mad on Aug 13, 2014 22:04:40 GMT -5
Following from my last post, I felt like writing... Dreams are fickle, flighty things, They hold the soul, They grasp the heart, But most will never be. Dreams are endless, They pass a fleeting touch, Never will they stay, And never they will be. Held in their endless bounds, Men will waste away, Living pointless, happy fates, But these will never be. Hiding from life, Running from strife, There men's time will bide, Dreams are no release.
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Post by Pedantry INC on Sept 30, 2014 22:32:36 GMT -5
Thanks for the inspiration earlier, SF!
On the topic of age differences in relationship, Savoie commented that love doesn't discriminate in such matters, in a somewhat poetic format. Sadly my quick capture managed to miss his [perhaps he'll submit it if he recalls and cares to. In any case, thus I wrote:
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Post by Duchess in Masquerade on Sept 30, 2014 23:25:55 GMT -5
I love poetry...L.O.V.E. !!!
Here are some poems or "songs" as it were when I played Rhianon Battlehymn before we lost the vault.
"A single candle burning brightly Until dawn the morning might be Filled with joy, wonder, fame I hope for your sake there is a gain. Dawn and dusk, night and day Words are mold-able just like clay They have the power to create - The power to destroy - Words are anything but a toy
Poetry speaks, poetry rhymes Poetry gives a sense of the change In times - that have passed The times yet to come All of the things under noon day sun"
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Post by Duchess in Masquerade on Sept 30, 2014 23:42:04 GMT -5
This was intended more as a song and was inspired during the elven slave quest outside of GG. Needless to say it was a rather crazy low level expedition that took far too long with people who hardly spoke english. The others are poems I wrote when i was bored, in deep thought, or biding my time in game when it was the middle of the night and nobody else was on.
"There are missing people, they are missing elves! Big goblins took them captive and now we must go help! I don't know where my heads at, I even don't know why, I'm hunting great big goblins with halflings by my side! Crunch, smash, stomp, smoosh, goblins turn to icky soup! Beaneath our boots beneath our boots, goblins turn to icky soup!
All these missing people, all these missing elves, we've freed from their prisons - those tiny little hells! Just when you think its over, its only just begun, hunting great big goblins with elves on the run! Elves on the run! Elves on the run, I'm hunting great big goblins with elves on the run!
Now we're missing people, they ARE NOT missing elves, for they've been freed from their captors, they're safe and have been helped. Halflings by my side, halflings by my side, where on earth are those halflings by my side?!
Halflings on the run, halflings on the run, their little legs a movin' those halfings on the run! They're on the run like elves you see, sprinting for their lives like me! Cause we're all on the run! All on the run!"
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A song for the night, deep and pure Noctournal symphonies of mystery endure Sleep in deep slumber under the stars The night it is perfect without blemish or mars
There up above, Orions gate To the moon and beyond, wonderings fate Think for yourself wander your own path Even the ancients uncovered their own math
Oh the wondrous light amidst the black pearl The night does contrast like boy and girl Pen and the poem, needle and the thread Dreams don't come true just when in bed
Things abstract are purely for thought Although overthinking can be for naught The beast is beautiful if only while sleeping As are the crops just before reaping.
While poem and song can be true Many are told to entertain you Symphonic sounds of nature embrace Across the world, make for great grace!
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Sleeping quietly upon a bed - hear my decree This is my dream this is my glee and truly my identity. If I didn't know the "right" my "left" would turn me to night, to dark, oh how I would embark and ask, how art thee how art?
So to the stars then I would run, images of much smaller suns, the moon prized mirror of the sky and midnight lies much more beautiful than I. All of this pain all of these tears do often times betray the years - Inward feelings project out whatever door they are let out.
In the wake of silence stead forget the black book that I read. Wisdom matters not for faith is the planting pot. The other leads to sorrow - The knowledge of tomorrow. Even the stars can soon tell time but times have passed they're lights not mine. Ancients of the early days saw light eons before they strayed.
So where is night? Here is the right, the path of all righteous fights. The day came to me and said "oh sleepy won't you raise your head?" The grace of the nights caress will often sway you to the west. But the way of sun is love, surrounding all us with its hug. Monstrous moon and nights dark mist is not prettier than this. Though the darkness is my bliss, such a sadness, such is this.
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Post by Duchess in Masquerade on Oct 5, 2014 0:04:13 GMT -5
This was intended as a song although it's flow is not perfected since it was written on the fly during the actual happenings of what it's about. For the record this happened in GG of all places outside and inside of the Regal Griffon.
"Three elves and a roadside pub, three elves and a roadside pub, one bought an ale and then took a chug, three elves and a roadside pub. One with a staff the others got a bow, ones got a sword the others gotta GO! Three with shoulder-length long haaaaiirr!!! Then one saw a girl who was oh so fair!!
Three elves and a roadside pub!
So they walked in, the first and the third, the seconds outside flirting with "her" The first and third sat down with a stout then the second walked in and knocked him out! Now they've got trouble more stouts on the way since their blacked out stout friends sleeping away!
Three elves and a roadside pub!
Now there's a fight, a real bar room brawl! A hook and a right, ales hittin' the wall! glass and tables...yes chairs too, flying through the air and often hitting true!
Three elves and a roadside pub!
More stouts are-a comin' on in, just in time to save their friend! The elves start-a runnin' on out the door stouts on their tales with their fists wantin' more!
Three elves and a roadside pub!
The end of the song, there's no elves left just five stouts with ale puttin' hair on their chests! Now the song has a new name... *the music slows before picking up at the end*
Five stouts and a roadside pub!
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Post by Duchess in Masquerade on Oct 5, 2014 0:10:06 GMT -5
This was another song written in the Regal Griffon for some dwarves who were getting rowdy...
"[Chorus] HAIL HAIL OI-ME-ALE! SHAKE ME FIST AN TELL A TALE! THIS BE THE WIND IN A TAVERNS SAIL! HAIL HAIL OI-ME-ALE!
Back in the days, the good ol stories. Tales were told of older glories. The passing of time has a ring - reminds us of things and helps me sing!
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With lute in hand dare I play? A tavern song.... ALL SAY "HEY!" Now if indeed I do dare, I certainly hope I have your stare. Sing along if you care, a tavern song with fist-in-air!
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Bring the ale over here, I want a taste of that good ol beer, taverns come and taverns go but certainly I do love them so! Now if you're brave or if you're not take a chug, take a shot, it doesn't matter if you fall since all us here are havin' a ball!
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Verse after verse of this song I hope you're all now singin' along! This was the way it was meant to be, singing along in a tavern with me!
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Raise your fists shout real loud, taverns were certainly built for a crowd, the ones who can drink and tell tales too, dancing and laughing...oh yes...singers too!
[Final Chorus]
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Post by Duchess in Masquerade on Oct 5, 2014 0:19:08 GMT -5
Another based off an adventure which I don't remember too well...
"Two pretty lasses and a song sang for heroes, destined to take down a hooked horror fearor. It wasn't quite the same venture into a cave, for these two bold lasses were both pretty brave. With some skill and some weapons the two did embark through the caverns of horror which most dare to not. One with a mace the other with bow both taking down one ugly foe! One by one they fell at their feet, two pretty lasses, both light on their feet! At the end of the day when all was done they left the cave-the battle was won!"
And this was a song written for a well known barbarian(at least from the old vault)
"My axe will cleave yer skull! My axe will cleave yer skull! Yer skull yer skull oh my axe will cleave yer skull!
If you think your shield will work, you ain't seen me!!! I'll go berserk!
My axe will cleave yer skull!
Now if you think yer helmets good ha-ha-ha my swings too good!
My axe will cleave yer skull!
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide because I've legen-dary stride!
My axe will cleave yer skull!
Now with my trusty axe in hand I'll beat you on your native land!
My axe will cleave yer skull!
And if you hear me a-comin' I suggest you start a-runnin'!
My axe will cleave yer skull!
Don't face me you'll never win, I'll play with you and split your chin!
My axe will cleave yer skull!
When in doubt, duke it out but guaranteed I'll knock you out!
My axe will cleave yer skull, yer skull, yer skull oh my axe will cleave yer skull!"
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Post by Pedantry INC on Oct 8, 2014 9:37:33 GMT -5
Whereupon, That wicked mile, She walks austere and coy. Look not upon those wings adore, But the smile, sweet lips allure.
Taste not that sin, Gentlemen, But instead embrace what silk, The lovers hand and gilded plan, To pass dark for warmth and dew.
For her now wake, Evermore, That subtle needing pule, Again arouse not to forsake, That lingering touch anew.
So what if face, Forgotten now, a lost and hazy thing, Rise still for her that succubi, Of dreams and passion hue.
Never that mien, hellfire eyes, And wicked tongue you knew, Just the dawn and as sunrises do, Up and up with you.
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Post by Duchess in Masquerade on Oct 9, 2014 1:31:42 GMT -5
Red red wizards of thay cruel and vile in everyway. Controlling their slaves from day to day those evil red wizards of thay.
Stay out of their way if you know whats best for they sure don't like to be put to the test. They will not be beat, these ruling elite, so simply try to survive if you meet!
This is the way of the wizards of thay that control their slaves from day to day, the land of which has gone corrupt and in their system you can't move up!
If you're a slave you can be sold rather than locked in-prison-to mold. They care for you, really they do, All that matters is that you do-do-DO!
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Post by DM Maleficent's Kiss on Oct 9, 2014 1:36:24 GMT -5
*stickied!*
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Post by grivel on Oct 9, 2014 15:43:41 GMT -5
I wrote this for my daughter's first marriage. Obviously she didn't take it to heart Two souls adrift in the endless void we call Humanity Desperately searching
Searching for the bliss of the ever elusive feeling of Unity Hopelessly waiting
The randomness of life concedes To a meeting of two souls in need They recognize that they are one Rejoice in what they have become
Now they are joined to share the journey of Eternity Together searching
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Post by lucid on Oct 22, 2014 5:40:45 GMT -5
Here's one from a Creepy Contest on another server, fit for the season!
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Awakened, filled with dreadful chill, I stare at the desk, and the old white quill A windy night, the quill moved slight... I rushed to the lantern, seeking light
But no light came, the lamp was dead I thought of going back to bed But saw askance, the quill move slight... I drew up close, my breath held tight
T'was not the wind, the shutters closed My heart raced, there, a note exposed! In horror, beckoned, words I read:
"What's that waiting in your bed?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2014 11:32:46 GMT -5
Somebody told me that somewhere There's something of you didn't think, And it can bring you anywhere, Give anybody anything.
But everybody said it's mad, And so I was told everywhere. And everything has turned out bad, While I've been lurking here and there.
It's getting cold. I let it be. I'm in the middle of nowhere. Nobody comes to deal with me, But nothing I would have to spare.
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Am I to quit? Am I to stay? Am I to stop Or go away?
Am i to fight? Am I to worry? Am I to love Or do not feel sorry?
Am I to hide Or am I to vow? Am I to hold fast Or am I to bow?
Am I to sleep? Am I to wake? Am I to eat That delicious pancake?
Whether I laugh, Whether I cry, Whether I chase dreams Or let them pass by,
Whether I leap, Whether I crawl, Whether I loose Or win in a brawl,
Whether I listen Or whether I plot, Whether I am Or whether I'm not,
It's not important. Thus, for God's sake, It matters not If I eat a pancake!
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Post by Pedantry INC on Nov 13, 2014 22:11:04 GMT -5
Wash and whisper, Those gentle feet, They've walked so many miles.
Cracked and torn, Riddled with thorns, They've seen so many roads.
Stained and sore, Those that carry on, Is it just one step at a time, or three?
Clean now adore, A tale made in motion, Looks back upon a path less traveled.
Whisper and wash, To those gentle feet, They've walked so many miles.
Cracked and torn, Healing and reveling, They've so many stories to tell.
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Post by Pedantry INC on Dec 4, 2014 17:03:13 GMT -5
For so she said to that bright star, I've wondered where it is you are, In my heart or in my dreams, If only you were real for me.
And then that twinkling star did say, Wish then upon me every day, For while I hide away from light, In your shadow find me you might.
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Post by grivel on Dec 4, 2014 17:44:27 GMT -5
The slam of the door cracks like thunder Shes heard that sound echo before It feels like a spell that she's under She knows she can't take it much more
That night started out like they all do Sweet words, gentle touches, soft sighs The moments she loves, which are too few It doesn't take long till they die
A couple of drinks Then a few more Before he is through She knows what's in store A couple of shouts A slap in the face He's tossing her now All over the place
And when it's all over she breaks down She wonders and stares at the phone She replaces her clothes for a nightgown And stumbles to bed all alone
She vows that there won't be a next time She'll pack up and leave the next day She knows in her heart that the real crime Is that tomorrow she'll probably stay
END DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL ABUSE
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Post by Fenix on Dec 4, 2014 17:50:27 GMT -5
"Elegance, and arrogance. They go hand in hand. Elements of one another A duality just so grand.
We see them here We see them there We see their fear We see despair
A laughing coffin A heartbroke altar Two things seen often That do not faulter.
But all seems well And all seems right. Behind the Vale Of false truths tonight.
No anger, no pain Just loves faint light glow Lost now to the rains Life is just a show."
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Post by Fluffy the Mad on Dec 26, 2014 15:15:53 GMT -5
"The darkness speaks to us, a fluid whisper, It beckons and calls to us, a gentle murmur, To heed its words is comfort, a promise made, To follow its touch is bliss, a pact kept, The weak listen but do not act, a chance forsaken, The strong force their fortune, a reprisal taken. I intended that one to be longer but I kinda hit writer's block when my niece started crying. Might do more later.
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Post by Savoie Faire on Dec 30, 2014 8:05:32 GMT -5
One from The Riddling Sphinx:
Each night we dance within our well, To count the years and fortunes tell.
One from Savoie:
It comes again in shrouds of grey, To blot the colors from the world. In anger hides the light of day, 'Neath tattered rags its flags unfurled.
In raging tantrums darts are flung, From Heaven's endless armory. With mighty peals Gods bell is rung, With blows lingering in memory.
'Till at last with wrath full spent, Washed clean as at our journey's start. Through the storm we went again, We're left with wonder in our heart.
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Post by heartofsilver on Dec 30, 2014 20:54:08 GMT -5
So, ok... I found some songs THIS website as well as other Pathfinder products that features poems and songs that /goblins/ apparently sing. Who knew they were so musical? I thought you folks would appreciate them Goblin Cooking SongGoblins don't like to chew babies in their stew The softer the meat better the treat Don't bother with a bowl they'll just eat it whole Give it to them do not linger or they might just eat your finger Try to take the plate away and it will be you they slay Your meat may be too tough but they can't eat enough Goblin SongStabbyday, stabby day Glad to see you here today Were glad you came this way Itโs a stabby day. Come on in, see our smile Eating you will take a while We can dance and we can sing And let the slaughter ring Fill our guts full of joy Eat the girls and the boys And before this day ends You dead and all arend Sneaking SongGoblins sneak and goblins hide, Goblins hunt when itโs dark outside, Out of the forest, through the trees, Goblins quiet in the leaves. Goblins sneak and goblins harm, Goblins find a lonely farm, Badger and poison bone, Kill the dog away from home. Goblins sneak and goblins hide, Goblins know how to get inside, Down the chimney, up the loo Goblins know just what to do. Goblins sneak and goblins spy, Goblins listen babyโs cry Find the crib and climb beneath, Draw the blade and lick your teeth. Goblins sneak and goblins hide Goblins climb up inside, Must be quick with shiny knife, Never wake-up farmerโs wife. Goblins sneak and goblins see Goblins know when to flee, Stuff the baby into donโt look back. Goblins sneak and goblins hide, Goblins hunt when itโs dark outside, Deep in the forest, out of sight, Goblins eat tasty baby tonight The Dogslicer SongGoblins need a blade to fight, Scare the doggies with our might. A rusty blade should do the trick, Their mangy hides we mean to nick. Into the trash we must dig, To find a blade not too small or big. Into the mounds we will dig deep, Out with a blade we will creep. A rusty blade to cut their hides, Dig it deep into their sides. Look at the mess that we have made, With our fine new dogslicer blade. The Horse ChantNasty breath and nasty feet Trample goblins in the peat! Big square teeth and he can fight Kill a goblin with a bite! Cannot kill him with brute force O ho! How we hate the horse! Sneaky sneaky in the stall See him standing o so tall! Pull his tail and twist his mane See him spit and twist in pain! Run and run! Scramble, race! Lead him on a merry chase! He not see the cliff at night Goblins eat until daylight! Tasty tasty meat of course! O ho! How we love the horse!
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Post by Pedantry INC on Feb 3, 2015 17:12:35 GMT -5
Mother, Father, Friend.
She said to me she'd be there, So I waited in the rain, And wondered if I'd ever see, Home sweet home again.
He said to me he'd be there, So I watched past the windowpane And wondered what it would be like, If it was true, what they say.
When I left they said they'd wait for me, So I ran along my mile, But when I came around again, No one was cheering at the line.
And still I hear those empty words, We will, we should, we can, A fool that hopes just this once, That I'll be proven wrong.
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EMODAY!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2015 6:43:32 GMT -5
//Sorry I am not so good at spelling or grammar >_< and this poem is probably full of mistakes >_>
As the body rots and the blood slowly clots does your love with your life pass away? The dead cannot speak nor for romance can seek, for all they can do is but lay.
Your physical splendor death will now render a pitiful sight to behold. For beauty gives way to a gruesome display of a body shriveled and cold.
Fester fed worms wiggle and squirm through your lifeless organic decay. The gore and the brain though they still remain can no longer your love portray.
Carrion flesh putrid and rank that sank deep in the gut of the earth. Does your heart still ponder the thoughts of a lover or is it merely just soil for birth.
The wind will sow and seeds will grow as nature gobbles you up. Flowering vegetation blooms with creation as the roots on your body now sup.
Your disgusting waste, life has embraced and transformed into a glorious new sight. The foul gives way to a beautiful array, a fragrant field in the light.
Butterflyโs flutter and gather sweet nectar across the pleasant new growth. Then along comes a figure who with plucking finger gathers flowers to makes an oath.
Though silently voiced with eyes that are moist loving words begin to ring out. The dead cannot speak nor for romance can seek is a statement that fills me with doubt.
-Avelent
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Post by Pedantry INC on Sept 23, 2015 10:54:49 GMT -5
Was actually written as an IC poem, but I wanted to have it on record somewhere.
If you must then look at me, Would you wonder what you see, Sometimes simple and sometimes strange, Beautiful or terrible, as the eye perceives.
One could say it is as heights that rise, Without pass or path or way yet marked, Lifting there between the clouds, As if to dance in stars.
One could say it is as wide wings spread, With no need for roads or ways to walk, Freedom that bids a dance in the wind, As if clouds were castles to court in.
One could say it is as the sea, Across which we gaze and postulate, For what beyond them could there be, Kingdoms awaiting their kings.
So now that you have looked at me, Do you yet know what you see, Something that bids sight, sound, taste or touch, Or flight to safer things.
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