Poems??
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Hi people,
Jus to open a topic on poems.. You guys can put your fav poems - whether you write it yourself or copy from somewhere it doesn't matter...
So long as you love the poems (it can be funny, nice, romantic, etc).. You like it.. You can post it here... and of cos.. what are these poems meant to you.. (as what jOhO stated).. So slightly explain why do you chose this poems.. and why you like it that much?? Is there any meaning hidden behind??
So share with us here.. If you cant think of any poems.. maybe some phrases.. or quotes that have make a great impression in you.. Not necessay love ones.. but other like funny jokes that have contains some good memories...
And oso.. helping jOhO to increase his activity for the next month.. hahhaa...
Stay Tune! -
i start mine~~~!!! It's a dream poem...
You say I am an unreachable creature-
Mind in the cosmos
Impulsively dreamy...
You say I talk too much
About things that are unearthly
About anecdotal accounts of my astral actions
That has nothing to do with your wants and desired.
You say when I am grunded
At least you can approach me
You can arouse and control me;
Saving me from my madness
That gets worked up over visions and voices.
You call to tell me I've become too elusive-
And though my words are uplifting
You need a break from my muse.
I can only reply with a gesture,
A momentary truce from my madcap nature,
And offer you an insight to all that is holy
For you do have a smile I want to taste-
So I will suspend all my madness
And become incredibly sane
Just for the light and the motion
Of your unbelievable eyes.
Cheers! -
Oh yah.. Mother's Day is coming..
This is for my mum.. and for all the mummies in the world!!!
Another Mother's Day is here,
Bringing joy and pleasures new,
On this special day, Mother dear,
I want to remember you.
I cannot give you costly gifts,
And I've told you this before,
No matter what I give to you,
You give back much, much more.
I'm giving you a pure, sweet rose,
Gathered in the early morn,
This rose you planted in my heart,
The day that I was born.
In kindly, loving thoughts of you,
And with the faith you still impart,
The rose I give to you today,
Is the love that's in my heart.
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hey sunrise!~ thanx for the efforts eheh.. i'm pretty crap at poetry and well don't really read much either.
i was thinking if anyone that posts a favourite poem of theirs here could give a little short commentary on what means to them, why it's close to their heart, or just simply why they think it's good? rather then just cut and paste and be done with it.
just some personal thoughts, becos really, if someone slaps a lengthy poem in front of me i would be less inclined to read it, unless there was some commentary telling me why that person decided to slap it on my screen. another way of putting it is that i'm not that interested in reading OTHER pple's work (as in those famous poets etc - we did that in school and can do it at the library!) but more interested to know how the poster thinks and feels with respect to the poem. i'm more interested in the person posting then the poet (best if both are the same person!), and would be more inclined to read, and understand, the poem that way.
just my 2c, thanx again sunrise. -
hahaaha this is funny!!!! read on...
Hey!! This isn't a joke but it's a poem: By Zoe_112
Kissing is a habit,
Fucking is a game.
Boys get all the pleasure,
Girls get all the pain.
He says that he loves you,
And you believe it's true,
But when your stomach starts to swell,
He says to hell with you.
15 minutes of pleasure,
9 months of pain,
3 days in the hospital,
A baby with no name.
The baby is a bastard,
The mother is a whore.
It never would have happened,
If the rubber hadn't tore. -
there... fixed. i feel that the vulgar language in this poem is rather important to expound it's meaning and get it across effectively!!Originally posted by SunRisE:hahaaha this is funny!!!! read on...
Hey!! This isn't a joke but it's a poem: By Zoe_112
Kissing is a habit,
Fuc[/i]king is a game.
Boys get all the pleasure,
Girls get all the pain.
He says that he loves you,
And you believe it's true,
But when your stomach starts to swell,
He says to hell with you.
15 minutes of pleasure,
9 months of pain,
3 days in the hospital,
A baby with no name.
The baby is a bastard,
The mother is a wh[/i]ore.
It never would have happened,
If the rubber hadn't tore. -
Originally posted by SunRisE:hahaaha this is funny!!!! read on...
Hey!! This isn't a joke but it's a poem: By Zoe_112
Kissing is a habit,
Fucking is a game.
Boys get all the pleasure,
Girls get all the pain.
He says that he loves you,
And you believe it's true,
But when your stomach starts to swell,
He says to hell with you.
15 minutes of pleasure,
9 months of pain,
3 days in the hospital,
A baby with no name.
The baby is a bastard,
The mother is a whore.
It never would have happened,
If the rubber hadn't tore.
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ahahaa.. is rude.. but i find that is rather true... about some people like some of my friends.. ahaha that's why when i see this poems.. it makes me think of those friends that i have known who has become mummies already... but marriage to them is not happy at all..Originally posted by jOhO:there... fixed. i feel that the vulgar language in this poem is rather important to expound it's meaning and get it across effectively!!
though sometimes in front of us they may act as if very happy-go-lucky couple.. but i heard from some close friends.. that they are not on good terms.. Nothing i can do.. but jus hope that they will go thru all hardships together! -
why so surprise?? not written by me.. jus saw it somewhere... describe well to some of my friends only... hahaa...Originally posted by Master -_-: 
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nice thread... will post some when i am inspired to write
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The smile, the tears
the wonderful memories with me here
Days ago, we were so near
And now, there's only fear
The stars and the moon
the days we were gazing at the sky
the wave and the sea breeze
brushing across our innocent love
Nothing is left here within me
Only those of you and me
Crying isn't supposed to be
With only just the memories lingering with me
Copyright (Oceanic) -
aiyoh sad poem about a past love?Originally posted by oceanic:The smile, the tears
the wonderful memories with me here
Days ago, we were so near
And now, there's only fear
The stars and the moon
the days we were gazing at the sky
the wave and the sea breeze
brushing across our innocent love
Nothing is left here within me
Only those of you and me
Crying isn't supposed to be
With only just the memories lingering with me
Copyright (Oceanic)
dunno about u, but my memories about the past are bitter-sweet. can't really tell whether they're more bitter or sweeter! -
hehe i just write lor.. some of them have meaning or can be based on my experiences.. some may not :pOriginally posted by jOhO:aiyoh sad poem about a past love?
dunno about u, but my memories about the past are bitter-sweet. can't really tell whether they're more bitter or sweeter!
ur's bittersweet? good for u lor.. me still waiting for some1 to come to my life hehe
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Ain't afraid to die
by Kyo
The way that we walked together back then is lost
yet always we were walking, someday shall I meet with you?
atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls
I understand that I cannot reach you,
yet in your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
the day of last year's final snow
a promise firmly exchanged
when I remembered, it started to melt,
and spill from the palm of my hand
atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls
I understand that I cannot reach you, yet
in your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
all alone by the window, just staring at the snow, while I remember you
through the glass, I recall you, and give you a final kiss...
hey smile don't cry anymore
from here on, always, I'll be watching you
atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet
in your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
the brightness quietly colours the inside of the town white
you saw the season's final colours
a tear falls reality is cruel, isn't it?
you saw the season's final colours
the four seasons and your colours too soon will disappear
the snow melts, on the street corner, the flowers bloom
you saw the "hues" softly dissolving
the day of this year's final snow on the street corner, one single flower
when I look up at the sky, the final snow will spill into the palm of my hand -
Nothing left to say
Since the day we parted our ways
Decisions that we'made
Somehow we will regret one day
Missing and thinking of you
Wonder if u feel the same
Wishing that one day we'll meet
And be a part of one another again
Copyright@Oceanic