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"Poetry corner"

The idea behind this place is that instead of starting your own thread with one poem they can all go in here instead.
Here is then, a place for your all your word's of beauty, anger, love, disappointment and anything else you care to add.

Plebs

Worthless,
nothing to nobody
looked down upon by the children of the higher World.
Seeking revenge in the
termoil of this ever changing
sea of democracy.

Presedenté Nash wrote:
> French
>
> Plop, Plop, Plop
> is the sound of the toilet.
> Splash, is like the sound of a
> water hole
> and the children do,
> Scream

Powerful indeed.
I am moved.

Most delicately put, and I felt I could empathise with the children of Iraq. Most eloquent indeed.

French

Plop, Plop, Plop
is the sound of the toilet.
Splash, is like the sound of a
water hole
and the children do,
Scream

Bombs over Iraq.

Dedicated to the people of Iraq.


The spray of sea-green is like the
crash of bombs of iraq,

That Button
That button
It's going to take it all away
Rip out my heart
And lead me astray
And leave me cold
Empty and alone
And wondering what on earth
it was i'd done worng
To deserve such pain
When my heart returns
And only hurt remains
Someone pressed that button again
But it wasnt me
I was content with my life
Almost happy

I'm going to come back to this, i feel there is more to add.

Ashman wrote:
> Started well, but it couldn't end soon enough. :-D

I liked it but then i'm easily pleased.

Started well, but it couldn't end soon enough. :-D

Poetry Corner

Poetry corner,
An innovation sauna,
The words are the steam,
The rhythm is the water,
So many people,
Wri-ting about trauma,
Life and everything,
Husbands brothers daughters,
All now together,
At one with us to form-a,
Topic that is more-a,
Book than any other,
It just makes me wanna,
Write along with ya,
So come along people,
And sit in the sauna.

Absolute, unfiltered crap. Every word. But it scans quite well if you rap it and pronounce it in a certain way.

Emerald eyes

Emerald eyes sparkling bright
Like the suns rays from the sky
Golden brown hair blowing in the breeze
Softly flowing around you
Your angelic voice drifting, drifting
On the winds of a seed
You put your very heart and soul
Into the words you sing
And as each note plays it is like a precious
Drop of water falling upon a leaf
As you cling to your dream
You hold it against your heart
Hoping one day it will take you to
The ultimate goal for which you so seek

By Davyboy