saintsam,

i love your "My love" poem. who says your not a good love poet? this poem is goooood



angelstone,

welcome to the club. nice one. its purely pleasureful _{i stole that from your poem}

ya Nnilla,I meant judge.

franc1982:

@somegurl
this is your poem, I just hope u like it.

[center]' Anguish'

I lost my heart to heartbreaks,
Early in life when i could wail,
Enough to flow into lakes,
Through lonliness of self,
But with the creative touch of the gods.
I paint with words,
What I've so onged but can't experince,
My definition of how it should be,
Life, love and you,
The trinity that's next to God.
It's moment into sunset,
A time to paint,
A point where words rain,
When my soul sails forth,
Through thoughts into poetry,
My forte.

If I wasn't me,
We would,ve walked when the night is cool,
When hearts melt into the warmth of embrace,
A point where love isn't just the feeling,
But our breath and actions.
Like a toddler,
I would bath you,
Put you to bed,
Sing you to sleep,
While wrapt in my arms.
I really would've given you a rose as you wake,
The symbol of a beautiful undying feeling,
But see what people have made me,
Just a man who's deep in solitude,
A painter of thoughts,
An admirer of yours.[/center]

this is F-A-N-T-A-S-T-IC.
I'm not going to comment more than that. _{waiting to see somegirls response}  

Also, your "tribute to a mother" is touching. sorry about the loss .


Mukibaby,
dry your tears _{*gives a hug*}

THE PERFECT ROSE




The forge , part 1


On a Wing of Lovers Dreams

Down the Spiral of our mind

Many beauteous Crystal Scenes

Unfold, the Perfect land to find




At Rainbows end the perfect Gems

Create new colours, Never seen

By a Human eye, ne'ere Aeons when

The gods reflect such happenings been




There yonder Heavens marbled Gate

The Womb of precious Gossamer Thread

Wherein the Melt of lovers fate

With God's great heart is truly Wed




The Union of the Sweetness melt

Of all that's Pure in flakes sublime

Love himself in Passion felt

To blend and merge his Hall of Time




So to this Crystal Womb of Light

All that Mankind as Precious knows

To faerie weave in Laughter bright

This one, this only, Perfect Rose




So look upon this Perfect Rose

No words describe, no perfect Prose

Come near the Beauty of this flower

Cast by Love's hand, in Lovers Bower




The loss , part 2




Now we have the Perfect Rose

Graft to Earth by lover's hand

Woven in by Elfen Shews

Of Beauty Bright, to grace the land




And Rose roots in, perfection bright

Blood Hue sights, to Light the world

A World in need, as Humans fight

To possess the Whole that sight unfurled




Greed fuels the mighty, feeds the lance

Produces bombs, in fight for Rose

Obscures, with smoke, the lovers dance

And blasts to bits perfection's pose




Lovers Anger now abate

Just grief at little Root remains

Scattered in bits by Cruel Hate

Love is broken, scattered, pains




War does reign and pain arise

Scattered wide the Rosen bits

Softly salved by Victim sighs

And hidden deep by Brutal Hits




Here in us, a Petal Half

Buried deep, doth Love impart

In hazy Quest to Lover seek

The Petal Half which makes complete




The return , part 3




Man and Woman halfen each

Fallen from the Heavens above

Half a Rose's Petal reach

To touch the Heights of gracious love




Quest on Earth to seek the Other

Halves to meet, complete and whole

Lovesong rise in the Heartbeats flutter

To seek the whole Creation Soul




Jigsaw bits to fit together

Perfect Whole in Love, replete

Lovers call to Be Forever

A perfect marriage, peace complete




Now I have met you, Perfect One

Holder of the other part

Eyes reflects the Gossamer Womb

Where we were forged by Lover's Heart




I see the Teardrop in your eye

Reflect the Pain of World all-round

See children hurt and parent cry

As brutal man does Mercy pound




But joined together we must start

The lovers Peace to World impart

Loveheart healing all world woes

Joined, the Perfect Petals pledge , this

Shining, Lovely, Perfect Rose.

This is one of my best poems, cuz it won me a prize in a contest.It can of long though.Part 1 to 3

"THE PERFECT ROSE"

he he he
saintsam, you want to kill us.
I'm left speechless.
Its absolutely incredible.
Your winning another prize again for that poem COS your the best today.

love it, love it, love it.
Keep on the good work.

Please what does this word mean: faerie
and also whats an "Elfen Shew(s) "

A LIL'
She talks a lil'
cos she's a lil' self-conscious
belittled lil' by her friends
they call her obnoxious
and noxious are the fumes that she inhales a lil'
to keep from feeling lil', she started to smoke a lil'
her present mien might mean she hates to be called a drug fiend
she hates to be seen in a scene in which she seems to be sinning
so she goes backdoors and does a lil'
wants more, she buys a lil' more and then gets high a lil' more
but lil' does she know that I know she's brittle
she fiddles with a needle and gets ill in the middle
of a drug induced fantasy, her own inscenced family
drops her in a hospital until she gets well a lil'
because she tends to be rough she pretends she's tough
but of course a puff what was all she needed but now thats not enough
this stuff is no good she broods in a bad mood
dudes start to stay away because she's looking so damn crude
but she cant stop
cos shes stuck in the habit
Dammit!
she cant even understand why she started it
peer pressure or pleasure now her tears cannot be measured
a lotta pain a lil' gain its a shame but sometimes just a lil' can hurt a lot

simmy,

I love your style. its rhymy
Good one.

@Nillla

I was. it was fun wasn't it Cheesy

Yes it was fun, see I told you we talked before.

You don't remember me playing devil's advocate? I was telling the Igbo that if they kept posing as being above other Nigerians, they would continue to ask for trouble from their fellow Nigerians. I was the one who stayed on Babiosis's case.

Nnilla,thanks for the compliment.

Elfen Shew was a spanish weaver,and I used him figuratively.

Faerie,this was a typyin error,I meant ferry.

saintsam:

Nnilla,thanks for the compliment.

your welcome.

saintsam:

Elfen Shew was a spanish weaver,and I used him figuratively.

Faerie,this was a typyin error,I meant ferry.

ok

An Epic Kiss


An Epic Kiss
Helpless in your rhapsody
The sweet discovery found
Under your body
Lost in your abyss
Lost in your arms, Your legs wrapped around thee
There is no place I would rather be.
Dripping in Passionate Sweat
stunning is your silhouette.
osculating, caressing
Our love confessing.
'Neath the Moon
The Stars
Alone in Nature, It is Ours.
To see your glow
It does show
Your happiness
As you lay in mine arms.
You set off my sexual alarms.
Taken Higher
, Thy Body Sexually set on Fire
My heart flaming and aroused
As you present yourself with sexual invitation.
Your sweet flavour, I savour
Smell of Strawberries, Chocolate
Inside your deep brown brazilian body
Throbbing, Pulsating
Rhythmical In Love
, You Have thee with your Epic Kiss
, Your Epic Kiss

Hey guys,this poem is not mine,its my elder's brother own.hope u guys like it.

THE TREE AND I


I started from a little seed,
Brought about by nature’s greed.
Now I sit, watch the world go by,
But which sad figure am I?

I stand alone among many others,
I am lonely though I have brothers.
I could grow and reach the sky,
But which sad figure am I?

I have branches each containing,
Bits of me which I’m detaining.
Don’t ask me, I don’t know why,
But which sad figure am I?

Now I’m fallen, broken and dead,
Too many thoughts inside my head.
Emotions escape me so I cannot cry,
But which sad figure am I?

I cannot mix an cannot see,
The big, wide world in front of me.
I’m here rooted to where I lie,
But which sad figure am I?

I see no future, no way through,
There is little I can do.
I cannot move, don’t want to try,
But which sad figure am I?

My light and warmth will not go on,
There’ll come a time when they have gone.
Won’t live forever, soon I’ll die,
But which sad figure was I?

SAMSON.

"the tree and I"
thats a nice one saintsam.

Nnilla.thanks

But Nnilla,u did not answer the question in my poem.Which sad figure was I?.

Mr franc1982,where're u at? Am dieing to see your poem.Am a fan of urs.

saintsam:

But Nnilla,u did not answer the question in my poem.Which sad figure was I?.

Mr franc1982,where're u at? Am dieing to see your poem.Am a fan of urs.

hope its not a trick question

it could be anything. I'm just not sure what. do you care to tell? or you want us to figure out the puzzle.

Nnilla,yes.I expect everyone to figure out the puzzle.

Am thinkin too.where is everyone,especially my pal.franc1982.i love that guy poet wizadry.

I miss all.

hey nilla where ya@?can i have the link to the copter game pls

gaby:

hey nilla where ya@?can i have the link to the copter game please

you keep stalking me for that link is that how addicted to it you are now?

just kidding
http://www.hurtwood.demon.co.uk/Fun/copter.swf

Guys,is poetry only all about writing? Do we have visual poetry?

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet,
but not sweeter than you.

I've got an assignment for you, Chi. . . (if you don't mind, that is)

Can you describe the picture on your profile in poetry?

Hey guys,this thread is poetry contest and no one have been able to answer my puzzle in "THE TREE AND I".There could be a prize for that answer.

@Gaby


Did you read my poem?

If you didn't, it's on page 11

Goodbye little girl

there is a time to meet
a time to part
a time to say goodbye
a time to realise
that some face we see today
we'll see again no more

a time to know
that all the fun
the dreams and tears
and the pains we shared
will soon be past memories
fading away with time

as we take a giant leap into the future
knowing full well
that the hearts we shared
the people we cherished
and the friendships we built
may never be ours to hold again

we meet to part
we part to meet
though time may keep us apart
and though we may never meet again
the memories of all the good things
and thoughts we shared
will remain engraved on the table of our hearts
where they'll never fade away,

davidylan:

Goodbye little girl

there is a time to meet
a time to part
a time to say goodbye
a time to realise
that some face we see today
we'll see again no more

a time to know
that all the fun
the dreams and tears
and the pains we shared
will soon be past memories
fading away with time

as we take a giant leap into the future
knowing full well
that the hearts we shared
the people we cherished
and the friendships we built
may never be ours to hold again

we meet to part
we part to meet
though time may keep us apart
and though we may never meet again
the memories of all the good things
and thoughts we shared
will remain engraved on the table of our hearts
where they'll never fade away,

I love the rhythm.