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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.

Spring

Spring is the start of some thing new,
Finally some sun shine,
Other things too.

Clocks go forward,
One hour which means,
Longer days for longer play.

Ice – cream man starts coming,
Screw balls for all,
With bubble gum in and chocolate bits on.

All sorts of new flowers grow,
The yellow of daffodils,
And the pink of tulips.

Spring is great,
Summer will come soon,
The two best seasons!

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Thanks for reading,

Chris.

<< <> >> wrote:
> Dream is hallucination,
> Like being put under a spell,
> Seeing things we normally don’t,
> It’s like what the hell?

Superb ;)

Dream

Dream is imagination,
Flowing through the mind,
Thinking different thoughts,
All of the time.

Dream is fantasy,
In your head,
Just any old thought we think,
It is not for real.

Dream is hallucination,
Like being put under a spell,
Seeing things we normally don’t,
It’s like what the hell?

Dream is vision,
Things we’re meant to see,
We make it up our selves,
It’s our own destiny.

Dream is thing we think, hear and see,
Only when we are asleep.

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Thanks for reading,

Chris. (should have another one up shortly).

cheers dude,

and it kinda depends what you classify as dark.

we will see

The Gamblers last game

In a world where passion is fortune
In a life where love is fame
Among all things precious and full of glory
Some would say they play a ‘fools game’
Staring into darkness
Trapped in a lonely tunnel
A never ending passage
Pretending they ‘know all’
With a hand, full of sorrow
And a hat full of tricks
How could they lose this game?
Really it’s themselves they cannot fix
A multitude of misfortunes
Followed by the stench of brandy and debt
An account of I O U’s, that will never be kept
Broken hearts fall down, but luck is never up.
Souls are sold to uniforms
Trapped inside four walls
Fact is they’ve been dead for years now
And they are remembered as ‘just fools!’

I appogise for not commenting on other people's yet, but the reason i ressuerected this topic was because of ginge, so she take precedent.
Miss ginge to repeat what i said on msn.
Once again i love it, not as much as the last but still written by an obvious talent
Mine can't touch your's, you have a natural talent, mine took a lot of effort
I love your phrasing, it kick's mines a*se
What i've read from you so far, yours are bright, fun and energetic even when the subject isnt
You make gardening sound fun
I am not expecting you to be able to write the dark stuff, i cant see how you are going to be able to do it
If you can do it, i will be amazed
if you can lose all the energy and all the wonderful phrasing, and still write something excellent i will start looking fora publisher for you.

Some of that may not make sense, but we were talking about writing dark material.

Little round folk

The sun shines as the rain patters
As little round Keith clitters and clatters
In his little home in the garden shed
Whistling tunes and turning red
As he puffs and pants spraying the pestiside
Moving about, putting the pots to one side
Making room … or at least just about
For his runner bean seeds and Brussel sprouts
Till little round Millie comes up the grass
Chirpy as ever carrying a glass
Of warmed soda water
With a kind slice of lemon
To plonk on the table without recognition!
She totters back in flip back slippers
Carrying his rusty garden clippers
To cut back the hedge in a matter of haste
Till he rushes out screaming what a terrible waste!
So she shuts the patio door and gives a soft sigh
I better just leave my husband till this morning is nigh.

O my lord,

There are so many excellent poems on this thread already what a great idea flockhart!

Your poem made me sad, it flowed very well and I felt like you needed a hug. More from you!

Paradox... you simply kick ass at poetry yet dont like it like you love stories! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?

Ashman.. what can I say

and EDGEMEISTER That made me wee my panties with laughter!

how funny was that.. it didnt have to be perfect rhyming you was saying you cant write bla bla... I say 'write somehin weird' and look! Ha ha! MORE

..righteo *off to reads Lindgrens*

Writes poetry to post!

Paradox: wrote:
> Here's a few I entered in the National Poetry Anthology
Yes i saw that in yesterday's T.V guide, i considered it but decided against sending some of mine in.

Heh, good poem.

But how could you change your name!?

:-o :-S