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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.
Here is then, a place for your all your word's of beauty, anger, love, disappointment and anything else you care to add.
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Flockhart wrote:
> Blah blah blah
Azul wrote:
> 80% of these are utter pisch.
> Blah blah blah
Azul wrote:
> 80% of these are utter pisch.
The Huntsman
A first time huntsman
seeing if he likes
imaging a bullet
firing like spikes.
He opens his door
the chase is on.
Finds his prey
then the fox went wrong.
BANG! Goes the gun
but it misses.
Then the fox stumbles
and tumbles and hisses
BANG! again goes the gun
This time its a hit.
The foxes blood is flowing
Not knowing where he is going
Then the huntsman realises what he's done
He drops his gun
and runs over bright red
and looks at the fox
that has been shot dead
I wrote it myself
® ™ © CopyRight CGJ 2004 ® ™ © ® ™ © ® ™ ©
A first time huntsman
seeing if he likes
imaging a bullet
firing like spikes.
He opens his door
the chase is on.
Finds his prey
then the fox went wrong.
BANG! Goes the gun
but it misses.
Then the fox stumbles
and tumbles and hisses
BANG! again goes the gun
This time its a hit.
The foxes blood is flowing
Not knowing where he is going
Then the huntsman realises what he's done
He drops his gun
and runs over bright red
and looks at the fox
that has been shot dead
I wrote it myself
® ™ © CopyRight CGJ 2004 ® ™ © ® ™ © ® ™ ©
Azul wrote:
> No, because I'm not a poet. And I'm not any good at poetry.
>
> And neither are any of you by the looks of things.
If you are going on whats is on this page, i'd tend to agree with you, mine ecpecially have not been any good recently but go back and read some of the others, i think you'll find something decent.
> No, because I'm not a poet. And I'm not any good at poetry.
>
> And neither are any of you by the looks of things.
If you are going on whats is on this page, i'd tend to agree with you, mine ecpecially have not been any good recently but go back and read some of the others, i think you'll find something decent.
No, because I'm not a poet. And I'm not any good at poetry.
And neither are any of you by the looks of things.
And neither are any of you by the looks of things.
Can you please show us how its done then?
I think I'm pretty justified in the following statement.
80% of these are utter pisch.
80% of these are utter pisch.
That's pretty good.
This is as close as i get to stream of concience rambling,no title.
I thought life would be fun
When i grew up
I thought love for everyone
Never being stood up
I used to think that when i grew up
Life would be fair
Or that i would have someone
Who could just be there
But it's not like that
Not like that at all
I've got no-one to pick me up
when i fall
I'm dissillusioned with the dreams i had
Thing's never get better than poor or bad
And i want back what i lost when young
I never made the most of it
Or ever had fun
I was always too busy trying to grow
I'd like back my innoncence
But when it's gone, it gone
If only i was a child again
I'd do whatever it takes
I'm older, wiser and smarter now
I've learnt by my mistakes
I'd enjoy myself
Like i didnt before
And i'd play the game
instead of being a bore
But it's gone and there is no way back
I'm always hiding away from the track
I'm doing it again
Not enjoying what i've got
I dont want to look back again
And not see what
Could have been
Or i should have seen
But what i lost
it would be obscene
To waste another ten years
To sit around and count my tears
Looking at life
And saying what went wrong
Cause this is life
And i'm just looking back at nothing
I thought life would be fun
When i grew up
I thought love for everyone
Never being stood up
I used to think that when i grew up
Life would be fair
Or that i would have someone
Who could just be there
But it's not like that
Not like that at all
I've got no-one to pick me up
when i fall
I'm dissillusioned with the dreams i had
Thing's never get better than poor or bad
And i want back what i lost when young
I never made the most of it
Or ever had fun
I was always too busy trying to grow
I'd like back my innoncence
But when it's gone, it gone
If only i was a child again
I'd do whatever it takes
I'm older, wiser and smarter now
I've learnt by my mistakes
I'd enjoy myself
Like i didnt before
And i'd play the game
instead of being a bore
But it's gone and there is no way back
I'm always hiding away from the track
I'm doing it again
Not enjoying what i've got
I dont want to look back again
And not see what
Could have been
Or i should have seen
But what i lost
it would be obscene
To waste another ten years
To sit around and count my tears
Looking at life
And saying what went wrong
Cause this is life
And i'm just looking back at nothing
Ashman wrote:
> Not always fluent, not always perfectly tuned, but still great that
> piece was Icaruss. I like much, and this small comment seems nothing
> in comparison to the vast piece you have posted for us. T'was all
> good stuff.
Thanks. See, no need to watch Two Towers or read the book, the story's in here!
> Not always fluent, not always perfectly tuned, but still great that
> piece was Icaruss. I like much, and this small comment seems nothing
> in comparison to the vast piece you have posted for us. T'was all
> good stuff.
Thanks. See, no need to watch Two Towers or read the book, the story's in here!
Until last week this was the only piece of work i looked at and thought was finished, it doesnt bother me anymore, i'm not sure i even like it anymore.
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