danggg..... dude nice work.
Originally posted by Coldfirehey baby i can (a)muse you for a while... heh heh 😄 😇 hahaha j/k
Omg that's beautiful. Reminds me of me unfortunately cry Cept now I need to find a new muse...
Originally posted by alcoholicpoet
I know Feanor, DW, and myself are of the male gender, are you a guy, Coldfire?
Originally posted by alcoholicpoetdude... terrible. SHE IS A WOMAN !!!! and a hottie at that.... hahaha
I know Feanor, DW, and myself are of the male gender, are you a guy, Coldfire?
Two new "line" poems
I
Death surrounds us
As the rich grow fat off the land.
Young men,
And their sons,
Die in cold wars in far off lands,
As the poor are felled by malnutrition.
Potter's graves
Are made on plains
That stink with death and oppression.
What is there to gain from war?
What is there to lose from death?
In a land of poverty,
And blackened hearts.
Why should we care of Tom Cruise,
and Britney Spears?
When with every breath we make,
Another breath is absent.
II
When sitting in,
Fields not dettered,
By worldly concerns,
And poverty.
I think, and I see,
And know that here, now,
Is what I should see,
of the land of the free.
The wars are forgotten,
And oppression is absent,
As I wander,
Freely,
Through the sunkissed forests,
And the soft rifting ponds,
Of lands not owned,
By human hands.
Originally posted by alcoholicpoetthat is some awesome sh*t bro'!!!
Two new "line" poemsI
Death surrounds us
As the rich grow fat off the land.
Young men,
And their sons,
Die in cold wars in far off lands,
As the poor are felled by malnutrition.Potter's graves
Are made on plains
That stink with death and oppression.What is there to gain from war?
What is there to lose from death?
In a land of poverty,
And blackened hearts.Why should we care of Tom Cruise,
and Britney Spears?
When with every breath we make,
Another breath is absent.II
When sitting in,
Fields not dettered,
By worldly concerns,
And poverty.
I think, and I see,
And know that here, now,
Is what I should see,
of the land of the free.The wars are forgotten,
And oppression is absent,
As I wander,
Freely,
Through the sunkissed forests,
And the soft rifting ponds,
Of lands not owned,
By human hands.
Originally posted by Coldfire
Mmmmm... right it was a magazine not a contest.... lol but yeah how's that goin??
I sent three poems to them on july fifth hoping to get published in the augest issue, I still haven't gotten a response from them. If they're not going to publish me then they should atleast respond. 😬
Fea---> Thanks. 😄
Another love poem.
III
I love you.
Do you, me?
I love your walk,
I love your face,
I love your body,
Your body's grace.
I love your life,
Your bright aura,
That radiates,
From your beautiful form,
In light of day,
And dark of night.
I love you,
And I hope you know,
I love you,
And I hope to show,
That love,
And to express,
Such love.
In the form of these poems,
And in the notes of my songs
I love you.
That,
You know,
Is true.
Originally posted by alcoholicpoet
Two new "line" poemsI
Death surrounds us
As the rich grow fat off the land.
Young men,
And their sons,
Die in cold wars in far off lands,
As the poor are felled by malnutrition.Potter's graves
Are made on plains
That stink with death and oppression.What is there to gain from war?
What is there to lose from death?
In a land of poverty,
And blackened hearts.Why should we care of Tom Cruise,
and Britney Spears?
When with every breath we make,
Another breath is absent.II
When sitting in,
Fields not dettered,
By worldly concerns,
And poverty.
I think, and I see,
And know that here, now,
Is what I should see,
of the land of the free.The wars are forgotten,
And oppression is absent,
As I wander,
Freely,
Through the sunkissed forests,
And the soft rifting ponds,
Of lands not owned,
By human hands.
What is there to lose from death?
Wow, these are great! 😄
Originally posted by alcoholicpoet
Another love poem.III
I love you.
Do you, me?I love your walk,
I love your face,
I love your body,
Your body's grace.I love your life,
Your bright aura,
That radiates,
From your beautiful form,
In light of day,
And dark of night.I love you,
And I hope you know,
I love you,
And I hope to show,
That love,
And to express,
Such love.
In the form of these poems,
And in the notes of my songsI love you.
That,
You know,
Is true.