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Post by Crys-chan on Feb 7, 2002 21:22:01 GMT -5
oh i like all of yours they all have good themes to them... really nice...
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Post by Hedwig on Feb 8, 2002 22:26:38 GMT -5
Ok, I'm not quite sure how to change my color yet. So I'll just enter a couple times This one's called In the Bleak Mid-Winter by Cristina Rizzo(I think)
In the bleak mid-winter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron. Water like a stone Snow had fallen! Snow on Snow. Snow on Snow. In the bleak mid-winter, long ago.
That's all I can remeber about it.
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Post by Hedwig on Feb 8, 2002 22:39:29 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Here's another one, it's called How Fair a Rose?
How fair a rose, when summer's gone? How fair a bloom before the dawn? How fair a breeze when rain doth fall? Tell me, tell me who doth know all? How bright the sun in dark of night? How bright the moon in noon-day light, how bright the stars that seem so small? Tell me, tell me, who doth know all? Tell me, tell me, who doth know all?
A hint, 'doth' means 'does'[/glow]
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Post by Hedwig on Feb 8, 2002 22:48:25 GMT -5
Here's yet another one, I like poetry,, apparntly This one's called, The River Sleeps Beneathe the Sky by Mary Lynn-Lightfoot
The river sleeps, beneath the sky, and holds the shadows to its breast. The cresent moon, shines dim on high and latley in the radient west! The gold is fading into gray, fading into gray. The gold is fading, into gray. Now hear the lark it's festive lay-and morns with me the dying day. Sunset(the river sleeps) Sunset(beneathe the sky) Sunset, sunset, oh sunset...
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 11, 2002 18:38:12 GMT -5
Cool. [shadow=blue,left,300] Just To Be With You[/shadow] [shadow=blue,left,300] Would you cross the great Sahara? Or swim across the Pacific, just to be with me? ‘Cause you know, I would gladly do it, If it meant that I could be with you.
I would wait for all eternity, If that’s what it took. If I were granted immortality but you were not, I would give it up in a heartbeat rather than spend eternity without you.
If you were to die tomorrow, I would cross the Great Divide. If you spent your days traveling, I would follow you to the ends of the Earth.
I would climb to the top of Mt. Everest, I would swim to the bottom of the sea, I would travel across the universe and back again Just to be with you.
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Post by Crys-chan on Feb 16, 2002 21:00:26 GMT -5
so pretty... both of yours...
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Post by RedFirePixie on Feb 16, 2002 21:11:14 GMT -5
Here's a short, odd, small poem that I made up when I supposedly killed a clown that was attacking my friend: Dead ClownThe clown is dead! Hurrah! Hurrah! I cut off it's head! Hurrah! Hurrah! It bared it's jaws! Hurrah! Hurrah! Like razor saws! Hurrah! Hurrah! But I killed it! As you can see, I don't really like clowns. It all started when I saw It when I was like 5. Since then, I've been terrified of them, but not terrified enough to kill one that was about to eat my friend.
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Post by Crys-chan on Feb 17, 2002 3:42:44 GMT -5
lol i love it... that is a great poem... heheh i hate clowns to... I always have this fear that they will walk up to me and give me one of those horrible balloon animal demons
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Post by Me on Mar 14, 2002 20:47:24 GMT -5
[glow=mediumpurple,2,300]Lol. Funny poem Red. Clowns eh? You don't like clowns. *Memo to self, take Crys to circus one day to see her face when the clowns come around.* [/glow]
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Post by KibbelsAndBits on Mar 16, 2002 15:54:30 GMT -5
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Post by Crys-chan on Mar 18, 2002 20:46:17 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]hahahahh thats hilarious!!! that reminds me of my sister's poem
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue I can't write poetry Especially the kind that doesn't rhyme One fish two fish, dead fish stinky fish, The cat gets extra dinner tonight Thats almost too personal[/glow]
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Post by Evelyn on Mar 19, 2002 18:41:43 GMT -5
Well, this is one that my friends seem to like, maybe you guys will too......
Farewell To Thee
Farewell my friend, I cannot stay, I must go away Maybe someday I’ll comeback again But for now, I’ll take my leave The past is gone; it’s time to move on So as we stand here in the doorway, This is what I want to say, “Remember me, my friend, because someday I might return But for now farewell to thee, farewell to thee.”
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