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VB if you cannot take crits then dont post :/ i dont see any flameing in owas post, your the one saying "**** you" you should clam down..
Love and cherish
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I find it quite hard
To deal with retards
That make up insights
To try and be right
If only they'd see
That I'd rather be me
And not be them
We'd all be friends.
They say I don't rhyme
But I think they're blind
They say I do it all wrong
But it's written like a song.
They say they didn't flame
Their parents I blame
For their stupidity
When they criticized me.
To try and get me to change
They made it look strange
Even though to my eyes
It's still my beautiful prize
My emotions I showed
My faith and love growed
And nothing they say
Can ever change my way
Notice I said growed?
BTW: Aisha and OWA are hereby IGNORED!!!!
To deal with retards
That make up insights
To try and be right
If only they'd see
That I'd rather be me
And not be them
We'd all be friends.
They say I don't rhyme
But I think they're blind
They say I do it all wrong
But it's written like a song.
They say they didn't flame
Their parents I blame
For their stupidity
When they criticized me.
To try and get me to change
They made it look strange
Even though to my eyes
It's still my beautiful prize
My emotions I showed
My faith and love growed
And nothing they say
Can ever change my way
Notice I said growed?
BTW: Aisha and OWA are hereby IGNORED!!!!
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;/ uh huh ok heres one i made up
VB, your annoying us all, dont be so damn rude too everyone here like your a damn queen, if you cannot take crits from others, good or bad, dont post them, and reporting owa cos he did not like ur poems is just...stupid
*stops posting here..*
:S
VB, your annoying us all, dont be so damn rude too everyone here like your a damn queen, if you cannot take crits from others, good or bad, dont post them, and reporting owa cos he did not like ur poems is just...stupid
*stops posting here..*
:S
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the 1st 3 wernt that bad but that last one was totally unnescessary
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I know, but I'm feeling less spiteful now that they've been ignored. I'm not writing any more mean ones.
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Though to your eyes I stood proud and tall,
But to myself and God, I was still very small.
And despite your critique, I love you all.
~~~
I wrote that line for a reason, useless. Because it's exactly what I feel after an argument.
BTW this topic is called "love and cherish" so from here on, let's do just that.
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Though to your eyes I stood proud and tall,
But to myself and God, I was still very small.
And despite your critique, I love you all.
~~~
I wrote that line for a reason, useless. Because it's exactly what I feel after an argument.
BTW this topic is called "love and cherish" so from here on, let's do just that.
Heres a little one i made up to get things on topic
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He is my all
Though the rain
And sorrows weigh me
I trust in you
To keep me yours
I pray this bout with death will end
Before I wake and find me dead
These burdens are a load quite heavy
Ones I cannot bear alone
But you are strong and your strength is my courage
I thank you lord For all thats in me
My life, my family, my all
My God you're worth my all
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For obvious reasons there is no ryhming scheme. Poems are not about ryming as much as they are about your heart and putting your heart into words. This is my heart. I am not lookin for critz, please don't think i am testing it on you guyz. This is for myself and anyone else who wants to enjoy reading a mans heart.
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He is my all
Though the rain
And sorrows weigh me
I trust in you
To keep me yours
I pray this bout with death will end
Before I wake and find me dead
These burdens are a load quite heavy
Ones I cannot bear alone
But you are strong and your strength is my courage
I thank you lord For all thats in me
My life, my family, my all
My God you're worth my all
__________________________________________
For obvious reasons there is no ryhming scheme. Poems are not about ryming as much as they are about your heart and putting your heart into words. This is my heart. I am not lookin for critz, please don't think i am testing it on you guyz. This is for myself and anyone else who wants to enjoy reading a mans heart.
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Yes. They are humans, they have their opinions. I love everbody in this thread, even and especially Aisha, OWA, and a few that I won't name names on.
Koblano, I like your poem. Very nice to get us started again.
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What if I told you that I was a hero?
Little old me who shrinks in her corner,
ignoring all others and keeping my own order.
What if I told you that I save people?
That I rescued all of those citizens in danger,
Even my friends, but especially the strangers.
What if I told you that I once saved you too?
That I protected you in my small arms,
And carried you far, far away from harm.
What if I told you that you love me?
That I can see it in your eyes that you try to hide,
For, whenever I look, those eyes go to the side.
What if I told you that I'm already dead?
I died a while back, when your love did first bloom.
But you couldn't accept that I had faced my doom.
What if I told you that I'm not real?
A dream made by you for your sleep,
But I'm a dream, my love, that you can't keep.
What if I told you I'm leaving now?
I'm gone for good in this world that we shared,
But I hope to you see you soon in our heaven up there.
Koblano, I like your poem. Very nice to get us started again.
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What if I told you that I was a hero?
Little old me who shrinks in her corner,
ignoring all others and keeping my own order.
What if I told you that I save people?
That I rescued all of those citizens in danger,
Even my friends, but especially the strangers.
What if I told you that I once saved you too?
That I protected you in my small arms,
And carried you far, far away from harm.
What if I told you that you love me?
That I can see it in your eyes that you try to hide,
For, whenever I look, those eyes go to the side.
What if I told you that I'm already dead?
I died a while back, when your love did first bloom.
But you couldn't accept that I had faced my doom.
What if I told you that I'm not real?
A dream made by you for your sleep,
But I'm a dream, my love, that you can't keep.
What if I told you I'm leaving now?
I'm gone for good in this world that we shared,
But I hope to you see you soon in our heaven up there.
Do you know?
IF life in itself was over today
The oceans stopped turning and the clouds disappeared
The fires stopped burning and the mountians crumbled
The winds stopped blowing and then birds all went away
The animals stopped lowing and the fish all died
The world as we knew it was no longer alive...
Where would you be? How would you get there?
Do you know? I know the answer!
IF life in itself was over today
The oceans stopped turning and the clouds disappeared
The fires stopped burning and the mountians crumbled
The winds stopped blowing and then birds all went away
The animals stopped lowing and the fish all died
The world as we knew it was no longer alive...
Where would you be? How would you get there?
Do you know? I know the answer!
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The Legend:
She grew up a while before she found this odd place
Where everybody was happy, and had smiles on their face.
At first she was excited, welcomed and glad,
And then she met the wise ones who punished the bad.
The big four, the rulers of all.
Draped in their cloaks they stood quite tall.
The people were afraid, too afraid to disobey their rules,
But she didn't understand it, she didn't think they were cool.
She started her life, preaching her beliefs,
And soon enough, she came across the leech.
He teased and they taunted of religion and sex,
And she couldn't stand taking much more of their jests.
She fought back with strength, and even wisdom.
And for a long while, her peace didn't come.
The leech was strong in words, and thought he was king.
But the girl didn't report his words that were discriminating.
She decided to wait, to give him time to cool off.
But the leech didn't heed, and continued to scoff.
She finally had it, the last straw was drawn,
And she took it up with the wise ones, whom she prayed would bring dawn.
The wise ones were scared, afraid of the leech,
And the lack of courage their four mouthes did teach.
She gave up on them after only a short while,
And took on the leech in her own noble style.
She took the streets with only her guts as her shield,
And from her own mouth cames fire that wouldn't yield.
The leech retaliated and tried as he could,
But the flames kept him silent, as she hoped it would.
Near the end of battle, when the wise ones joined in,
She disappeared from sight, not even waiting to see if she wins.
The wise ones conquered the leech, and banned him for life.
Ending the curse on the town, and all the pain and strife.
They say she just left and let fate be,
But I know otherwise, for I know her personally.
She had told the leech the truth, something he couldn't get.
It was the love for his life that she did admit.
For leech he might be, a human he was as well.
And the girl hated to see any condemned for hell.
She was smiling that day, not affected by the trouble,
While the leech locked himself away in his own little bubble.
She then wrote a poem about his struggle,
And late to he old friends, she sent just one huggle.
Maybe they'd see that the girl really was right,
And her legend lives on to this very night.
She grew up a while before she found this odd place
Where everybody was happy, and had smiles on their face.
At first she was excited, welcomed and glad,
And then she met the wise ones who punished the bad.
The big four, the rulers of all.
Draped in their cloaks they stood quite tall.
The people were afraid, too afraid to disobey their rules,
But she didn't understand it, she didn't think they were cool.
She started her life, preaching her beliefs,
And soon enough, she came across the leech.
He teased and they taunted of religion and sex,
And she couldn't stand taking much more of their jests.
She fought back with strength, and even wisdom.
And for a long while, her peace didn't come.
The leech was strong in words, and thought he was king.
But the girl didn't report his words that were discriminating.
She decided to wait, to give him time to cool off.
But the leech didn't heed, and continued to scoff.
She finally had it, the last straw was drawn,
And she took it up with the wise ones, whom she prayed would bring dawn.
The wise ones were scared, afraid of the leech,
And the lack of courage their four mouthes did teach.
She gave up on them after only a short while,
And took on the leech in her own noble style.
She took the streets with only her guts as her shield,
And from her own mouth cames fire that wouldn't yield.
The leech retaliated and tried as he could,
But the flames kept him silent, as she hoped it would.
Near the end of battle, when the wise ones joined in,
She disappeared from sight, not even waiting to see if she wins.
The wise ones conquered the leech, and banned him for life.
Ending the curse on the town, and all the pain and strife.
They say she just left and let fate be,
But I know otherwise, for I know her personally.
She had told the leech the truth, something he couldn't get.
It was the love for his life that she did admit.
For leech he might be, a human he was as well.
And the girl hated to see any condemned for hell.
She was smiling that day, not affected by the trouble,
While the leech locked himself away in his own little bubble.
She then wrote a poem about his struggle,
And late to he old friends, she sent just one huggle.
Maybe they'd see that the girl really was right,
And her legend lives on to this very night.
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The wise one Cucumba,
Is wise for a reason,
and invested with power,
to deal with legions,
of angry pre teens,
and teenagers too,
who think they are god,
and spam out the wazoo;
The forums are large,
the topics diverse,
but people can't get along,
in this universe.
So he grabed his sword,
made of banning light,
and ahead he forged,
to remove the blight.
The spammies were strong,
the spammies were proud,
but in the end they were wrong,
and the Admins desended from the clouds.
They investigated the scene,
and saw the guilty crew,
then killed the interlopers,
and departed the room.
But one admin looked back,
and saw all was not done,
the ghostly spectre lacked,
a kick in the bum.
He looked at the record,
and patterns he saw.
He could have just let her,
go flaming alone.
He told him to stop,
before he would die,
and if he doesn't listen,
he'll find out why. ;/
Not good enough for the legend
the child of parents
who didn't teach any lessons
of not naming oneself after underpants :S
She wrote witty prose,
a poem or eight, ;/
In which the admins,
she did try humiliate.
Now she is banned,
she did not leave.
because she can't,
control impulses it seems.
Let this be a lesson,
to all that follow,
when a judgement we make,
you can't swallow.
Hush up and listen,
to what we say,
because when we say it,
it happens that way.
OWA receives a warning for flaming.
Vegeta's Breifs recieves one too.
I don't care who starts it, I'll finish it. It's not about fair, it's about keeping my forum clean . . . if that involves smiting you for lack of control I will.
Is wise for a reason,
and invested with power,
to deal with legions,
of angry pre teens,
and teenagers too,
who think they are god,
and spam out the wazoo;
The forums are large,
the topics diverse,
but people can't get along,
in this universe.
So he grabed his sword,
made of banning light,
and ahead he forged,
to remove the blight.
The spammies were strong,
the spammies were proud,
but in the end they were wrong,
and the Admins desended from the clouds.
They investigated the scene,
and saw the guilty crew,
then killed the interlopers,
and departed the room.
But one admin looked back,
and saw all was not done,
the ghostly spectre lacked,
a kick in the bum.
He looked at the record,
and patterns he saw.
He could have just let her,
go flaming alone.
He told him to stop,
before he would die,
and if he doesn't listen,
he'll find out why. ;/
Not good enough for the legend
the child of parents
who didn't teach any lessons
of not naming oneself after underpants :S
She wrote witty prose,
a poem or eight, ;/
In which the admins,
she did try humiliate.
Now she is banned,
she did not leave.
because she can't,
control impulses it seems.
Let this be a lesson,
to all that follow,
when a judgement we make,
you can't swallow.
Hush up and listen,
to what we say,
because when we say it,
it happens that way.
OWA receives a warning for flaming.
Vegeta's Breifs recieves one too.
I don't care who starts it, I'll finish it. It's not about fair, it's about keeping my forum clean . . . if that involves smiting you for lack of control I will.
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I like that peom the most
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cuc thats a cool poem, it makes sence and stuff, how long did u take too make that up? *gives cuc thumbs up*:yes:
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i didn't want this to turn into a Ban-fest. Why can't we all just be friends long enough to enjoy a fricken convo. There was some good poetry that was written for us to enjoy
The End
The battle was fought
The battle was won
The victors triumphant
The losers gone
The stench of the bodies
Filled the plains
With all the people
Calling out names
Names? What names?
The names of those friends
Who went in with them
And now are dead.
Those who entered the war with haste
Who gave what man cannot give twice
Life
How is life given more than once?
It isn't
Now we commend the victors
Commend them for their torrents and strife
We look to them and parade them with honor
But what of the others?
The ones in the grave
The ones whom's lives for us they laid
The ones who payed the ultimate price
Their lives for us a sacrifice...
What is their reward?
For one whom's life is that of the Lords
We know to where his soul is sworn
In Heaven his life eternally flows
With crowns of glory and Houses large
No...not houses....MANSIONS
But for he who did not swear his life
Upon the life that was given freely by God
Jesus died for our transgressions
He payed the price we could not
He was blameless
No one could point a finger
No....not one
What happens to those who chose not to believe in the master?
I know we both know the answer...
The End
The battle was fought
The battle was won
The victors triumphant
The losers gone
The stench of the bodies
Filled the plains
With all the people
Calling out names
Names? What names?
The names of those friends
Who went in with them
And now are dead.
Those who entered the war with haste
Who gave what man cannot give twice
Life
How is life given more than once?
It isn't
Now we commend the victors
Commend them for their torrents and strife
We look to them and parade them with honor
But what of the others?
The ones in the grave
The ones whom's lives for us they laid
The ones who payed the ultimate price
Their lives for us a sacrifice...
What is their reward?
For one whom's life is that of the Lords
We know to where his soul is sworn
In Heaven his life eternally flows
With crowns of glory and Houses large
No...not houses....MANSIONS
But for he who did not swear his life
Upon the life that was given freely by God
Jesus died for our transgressions
He payed the price we could not
He was blameless
No one could point a finger
No....not one
What happens to those who chose not to believe in the master?
I know we both know the answer...
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Wow, thats really good. I wrote a poem but its not really about anything in esf, i would post it but theres no point if vegetas briefs is banned. Cause if she is this topic will be closed soon...
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