Poetry cabin

[Mrs Dan Hawkins]

*Puts a stool on the small stage* ok guys hears a place where u can get your poetry heard.People can comment and give u suggestions (nice ones) if they want .Have fun and let your creativity flow.
*sits back and waits for the first brave soul to come*

[Mrs Dan Hawkins]

is no one here brave?

[Mrs Dan Hawkins]

Ok lets c if i can remember one of my own
*thinks damn hard*
ok i might need to b at home with my note book to do this ;D coz i sure as hell can't remember one right now

[Mrs Dan Hawkins]

Ok heres one of mine its called Music for the world to move by

The river is still but for the breeze blowing across it.
Reflections of the trees line the waters edge.
Leaves drift downstream twisting and turning as they go.
The birds twitter and sing their sweet songs, music for the world to move by.

Branches and flowers dip into the cool water.
Tadpoles and fish swim lazily by the banks.
And still the birds sing their sweet song , music for the world to move by.

[Mrs Dan Hawkins]

Ok so u r all either a bunch of talentless people or u r all cowards

[Bosun]

I like yours, Calen, it creates a lovely peaceful image.

I'd post something but poetry is pretty personal and I'm still a newbie.

[Mrs Dan Hawkins]

Thanks Bosun im basically describing my surroundings it was a lovely little spot by the river in Kirckstall abbey i wrote one about the abbey itself too just fine tuning that one though;)

I've only been writing poetry for a few months (ask Amiee , Tancred and summer they will tell u ) the only people i let see mine are the ones from my forums i don't let any of my family or friends see them (doen't ask y coz i have no clue) . Fell free to post when u r ready

[Mrs Dan Hawkins]

Silence

The silence consumes us , the pain surrounds us, our feelings are raw.
The words we spoke echo around us, the ones unsaid are the worst.
I stand , unshead tears in my eyes, facing you.
I study your face , once full of you love for me, now contorted with anger.
And the tears begin to fall.

[Mrs Dan Hawkins]

Magnificent beyond compare


It was once magnificent beyond compare, but now it is crumbeling before our eyes.
Where full towers once stood only lonely collums can be seen.
Where once full buildings were only foundations now stand.
Once great men lived within these grounds, now they are no more and those who come are not great.
Our history shows us who we are and yet we care not for how it crumbles.

[Aladrien]

Here is a poem of mine. It isn't very good; any suggestions will do me some good! Hope you like it!

Lest We Forget

The guns beside fire,
as soldiers perspire,
the situation's dire,
Lest We Forget.

Bombs fly overhead,
they're never in bed,
for then they'd be dead,
Lest We Forget.

These soldiers so brave,
for the lives that they gave,
in order to save,
Lest We Forget.

Now, here we stand,
far across this great land,
thanking hand in hand,
Lest We Forget.

We give thanks and pray,
on Remembrance Day,
for the soldier's who lay,
Lest We Forget.

Thanks for lending me your attention for one boring minute!

~Ali

[Summer Sparrow]

Thats a great poem ali! thanks for sharing it with us! and come back with more will ya?

Here is a new one from me, please bear in mind, I am not sentimentalist often, but this was influence a great deal by it *blushes*

Last Flight

If breath would ever leave your lips
I would scour the heavens and through peril
I shall go and pluck the feathers off angel's wings
If it would bring you life

If your eyes could no longer see
I would tear the skies in a final flight
And bring the stars to you
If it would give you sight

If your smile does falter
Oceans shall be from my tears of heartbreak
For there is none other greater sight
Than that of your precious smile

Ok this one is was not influence by my sentimental mood, rather, much influenced by something I read.

A Terrible Sin

A beauty without wisdom, without purity
Is a cold, heartless land
To admire it, to touch it,
It is no sin
But in beauty itself, lies a reason
For what does it mean, if not for evil thoughts and evil deeds,

But with wisdom and purity lies the essence of beauty
That is what I see in you,
A greater being than any other,
For you my dear, possesses both
And in it lies the most terrible sin of all
The jealousy of all other cruel hearts
That roam through these cold streets of life

[Mrs Dan Hawkins]

*clapps and whoops* GREAT POEMS U GUYS!!!!!! finally someone other than me is postin poems!!!!

[Aladrien]

This isn't really a poem. I guess it is but it's very short and doesn't rhyme.

If there were only two things I could tell my mother.
They'd be: I'm sorry for everything that went wrong,
and thank you for everything that went right.

[tancred]

Summer is here
And here to stay.
So bright, so clear
On this so blue day.

Summer's full of gentle warm might,
An occassional Cold Play
Causes her to burn in delight.
Ah! the days of sweet May!

Clad in a dress of white,
Eyes deep brown
Pierce me with loving light,
Purer than her pure gown.

Raven black her tresses,
Fall free down her straight back.
Summer has pains and stresses,
Tho' the signs of it lack.

At time she'll cast aside
Her white dress and warm sun.
Everyone run and hide!
When she dons leather and shotgun!

Crazy laughter here and there,
And goofy playful tongue.
Summer here, there, everywhere!
Her praises we have sung.

In the east is Summer's adobe,
O'er Pacific Malay miles.
Yet she warms the entire globe
With her searing sunlit smiles.

[Summer Sparrow]

oh my! that poem couldnt possibly be about me could it? awww its beautiful Tanc!! *blushes* *feels all fuzzy and gives tanc a huge BEARHUG!!!!* And I never knew how beautiful a poem could be with the words leather and shotgun in the same sentence!