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Does the sun hide away,
at the end of the day?
And where does it go from here?
Can we say we know much?
Is it ever enough?
If all we have left is fear?
When the night comes our way,
Is it stars that will play
their haunting tune on my form?
The sweet wonder of day,
Will be taken away,
Replaced by a stranger less warm.
Our days are like leaves,
Simply lost in the breeze,
The night still waiting to come.
And yet when we are grown,
For all that we know,
We wait for the day with no sun.
at the end of the day?
And where does it go from here?
Can we say we know much?
Is it ever enough?
If all we have left is fear?
When the night comes our way,
Is it stars that will play
their haunting tune on my form?
The sweet wonder of day,
Will be taken away,
Replaced by a stranger less warm.
Our days are like leaves,
Simply lost in the breeze,
The night still waiting to come.
And yet when we are grown,
For all that we know,
We wait for the day with no sun.
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I made a haiku in english a while ago, not very hard to find out where I got my inspiration from.
I am always late
The teachers elaborate
I cannot be late
I am always late
The teachers elaborate
I cannot be late
I wish I had my poem, it was using an extended metaphor to show love as a weapon. I also did another one once again using an extended metaphor but this time refering the air to the person I love.
As I said though, it was written a while ago when I was still understanding how poems scan. It really needs tidying up (and Tom, if you handed that in, your teacher would point that out if they were worth their salt)
Still, thanks for the compliments folks!
Still, thanks for the compliments folks!
works
Muscal? That sounds like some sort of Jewish thing.
No offense to any Jewish people, but that's just how my mind words. Sorry.
No offense to any Jewish people, but that's just how my mind words. Sorry.
I can sing.
Just not in tune.
And I'm in a muscal next week as well, so that should be fun!
Just not in tune.
And I'm in a muscal next week as well, so that should be fun!
I like good poetry, that's pretty good. Nice.
Of all the things in the world, there are three things I want to do more than anything:
1) Be able to draw.
2) Be able to write poetry/lyrics. I know they can often be very different, but I'm sure it's the same kinda thought process.
3) And be able to sing. That would rock.
Of all the things in the world, there are three things I want to do more than anything:
1) Be able to draw.
2) Be able to write poetry/lyrics. I know they can often be very different, but I'm sure it's the same kinda thought process.
3) And be able to sing. That would rock.
Pretty good there, Paul.
*Quickly steals it for English homework*
:-D
*Quickly steals it for English homework*
:-D
I know it is a little off topic, but I once worked for a company with a factory in Finland which I had to visit for a week once a month. During the winter, it never got light (well about 30 mins, truly a day with no sun but in the summer it never went dark.
I was particularly impressed by the last verse.
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