__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
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Thanks guys.
Here are two poems I wrote as a sort of...homage, to my favourite poet, Paul N. M. Johnstone.
Swanery
Death of Swans
A topic we can feel
The darkness of the end bizarrely hovering on shallow ground
In a pond of sadness their tears lie
Alone
Forever
Why?
Bubbles in a fiery soul
The weak skin of your body burned
Around and around and around
And around
By now it is clear
Random words connected by trivial thoughts of insignificant meaning
Dying as a whisper on your lips.
The second verse, no happier
Sorrow is all it can predict
Rhymes have long gone
Sometimes a genius is just not discovered
The last is a bit self pityful. I was a bit unhappy at the time, I had submitted some poetry to my teacher at school and they said it was immature and needed work. Meh, at least you guys see what I try to say.
Same here. Whenever I have an idea for a dark poem, my frickin' english teacher(catholic)always dismissed it as immature. Very, very nice poems, by the way.
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Fair enough
The End
The moon shines in the dark night,
Mocking every tear I shed.
Why have you left me without a fight,
And how, will I ever get you back?
I feel but sorrow in this cold lonely light,
Longing for darkness that might make things right.
But feeling empty, with no hope in sight.
Can I change it, make things again right?
The floor embraces my lifeless form.
No muscle in my body moves without you
My thoughts are racing, what can I do.
My life is over, I wish I wasn't born.
The poision runs slowly through my sore throat,
The breathing gets slower as I shut my eyes.
Receive me now Phlegyas, in your loving boat!
My last thoughts of you, where my love still lies.
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Vinny's Poem
Vinny, vinny, my dear old friend
You wrote me a poem and now here I am
My fingers are flying, but still is my hand
And now I wish you weren't Vin, cause I can rhyme with Sam
That last line was lame and you derserve surely more
But on the other hand what am I even writing this for
In a thread with the purpose to mock poetry
It's not meant as an insult, I hope you can see
And last but not least I write this little verse
As a poem with two stanzas is really lame
And damn that Joey he's wearing a purse
Oh sorry, I forgot, we are not watching the same.
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Aug 29th, 2008 11:37 PM
