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The Poem (s) you're MOST proud of!

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Medoriko Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2012  Student Writer
Looking to look at some good poems from you guys. Post your favorite (or top three) and I'll read (and comment)! In return, here's my favorite three:

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pwassonne Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist

I hope visual poetry is accepted ^^"
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Philliewig Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
His Story.In what was a beginning
There was man
Many of man,
but yet one
He was a curious one
Pure and innocent at first
He pondered the meaning
The meaning of the order
The order of the behaviour
He extended his fingers out towards the sun
and unlocked the door

Out burst forth the mystics
The sybils, the muses alike
Surrounded and enveloped him
with cloaks of His splendor
Covering him with blankets of truth
And drowning him in love,
He found it curious,
The new feeling reciprocated,
He sang this rapture to the world
And let the masses know the way
He drew the spirit that became the word
His word of love and law and life

Alas!
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Her ocean blue, the submerged star, and 5 AM.Swimming to the bottom of an infinitesimal ocean of blue and green and white and light, three, maybe four drain spouts (positioned at regular metered intervals). 3, then 4, to 5 in the morning. Swimming with the one I love.

Swimming to the bottom of an infinite ocean of blue. The sun's subtle caress playfully peeking over the treetops high, over the picket fence higher. A curious light shines bright at the bottom, the loving eye of the bed, the urchin, the abyssmal seabed. I dip my head beneath the surface and proceed closer. I dip my head beneath and slowly float towards the star.

Swimming to the bottom of her ocean of blue. Four walls, on
UntitledCigarette in hand, scotch on the rocks in the other.

Ceramic knife on the countertop. Lemons freshly cut, squeezed over the tracklines, rabbitholes in his right arm.

Shattered bottle in the corner. Remains of a rag, burning sensations licking at the doily, stinging on his injection sites.

A bead of sweat, rolling down his brow, his neck, his chest. He takes a drag. Another bead. He reaches behind him, a familiar wooden vestigial tail, finished and framed around steel.

He puts the gun in his mouth.
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Medoriko Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Student Writer
Read and Commented :)
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MadamMichi Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
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Medoriko Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Student Writer
Commented!
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DreamAmongStars Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Days of the DaffodilsWinter didn't last forever, like I had
hoped it would. I wanted to see my
breath as I exhaled… To hear snow
crunch under my booted feet as the
snowflakes danced to soak my clothes
and my hair.

I would return home and embrace the
odd sensation of my numbed and frozen
body slowly heat up again as the warm
hot chocolate burned my tongue and raced
down my throat. I love hearing the fire pop
and the windows crackle with the dropping
temperature, as if they would burst at any
moment.

However, Mother Nature and I did not seem
to agree, as the next day, I awoke to birds
chirping outside my window. The ground was
no longer whit
SparkWe used to love so dearly…
the ring on your finger was proof enough.
But good things don't last forever, and are often spaced few and far between.
I should have known…
I should have known…

Endings always come too soon;
like when you finished that book, then stared at that last page.
You read that last line over and over, searching for a hidden meaning…
…A perfect paper airplane.

Glories upon glories couldn't patch this up –
let alone a good sewing needle and strong thread.
The most skilled set of hands would puncture a wound… the dot of blood staining this patchwork.
When something is truly lost&
SuffocationHer wings are broken,
clipped with the broken promise:
"Tomorrow will always come."

Lies weaved themselves into the walls
and are showing through the peeling wallpaper.
Written from floor to ceiling by a monstrous hand
are tallies… Counting the days
'til tomorrow.
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Medoriko Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Student Writer
Commented
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Medoriko Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Student Writer
Commented!
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WoodenOx Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
thank you
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Medoriko Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Student Writer
Of course
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mysteredelanuit Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Dream DarlingMy thoughts are not my own tonight,

racing wildly across a dreamscape

that teems with fervent emotions

and sparking ideas.

I laugh and it echoes loudly from your throat

your passion mirrored in the light of your joy,

your eyes alight with the gorgeous smile

that pervades even the darkest nightmare of mine.

We can stay all night here,

borrowing each others dreams and desires-

swapped like trading cards-

jumping puddles of memories

skipping through waterfalls of brilliant hopes-

We can play all night together,

you and I,

we can be one under the wonderful moonlight

singing back to the stars as they melodically dance through the h
The Beast is Youthere is a heart inside
this twisted beast's body
scarred
broken
and worn with ugly words
and memories-
but still here.
pitchforks and swords bar my path
lanterns light my shadow
long into the lonely night,
and the branding burns of unkind words
and fearful screams
sear torturously into the still beating life
of this misshapen thing.
You stare,
and do not understand
how I could exist,
how I dare to draw breath
and upset your narrow-minded view of the world.
I am an abomination-
a freak-
and the mere glimpse of me
is enought to make you fear change.
you hunt me in your dreams,
and kill me in your nightmares,
dete
Laughter Like Stars-poemMusic
Like no other
alights upon my ears,
soft,
dainty,

and musical;
trumpeted like herald angels

whispered like cherubims,
announcing my pleasure
at hearing you so happy-
trickling down
like deep, clear spring waters

bubbled up from underground reserves,
filtering through the muck and mud
of everyday life
until its sinks beneath the loamy thoughts
of the surface I present,
Unable to ignore this wonderful presence,
nor cover myself back up,
for it has laid bare my most hopeful intentions.
Ah,
what joy
like starlight
reflected on the still lake waters,
as the moon glimmers gently on the oars

and bow of the small boat o
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Tricksey05 Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
The Last DayMy body fails me,
Where my mind sees so clearly.
I know what is happening,
I will not go freely.

I will cry and I will yell,
I will scream and I will fight.
However in the end,
This will be my time.

My mind fights on,
While my body withers away.
I scream in my mind,
"I do not want to go away!"

I have so much left to do,
So much left to say.
My mind begs and pleads,
Please just one more day?

To see the ones that I love,
And let them know I am fine.
To help reassure them,
That this is my time.

I will tell them again,
How much they do mean.
To not be afraid,
This is how it is to be.

I will kiss them gently,
And hug them fiercely.
Touching
This Thing That I Have DoneI'm not sure what to think.
I'm not sure what to say.
My thoughts are a mess,
I need to get away.

Not knowing how I feel.
Not knowing what to think.
My mind is so confused.
I am standing on the brink.

I do not want to be here,
I do not want to feel,
I want to go numb,
To make it feel surreal.

I want to wake up from this dream,
And make this go away,
To go back to how it used to be,
To make this be o.k.

But I sit here by myself,
The reality setting in,
The emptiness coming closer,
The darkness is within.

The bottle sits beside my bed,
Looks better with each glance,
I want to end my misery now,
The bottle is my only chanc
This Thing That I Have DoneI'm not sure what to think.
I'm not sure what to say.
My thoughts are a mess,
I need to get away.

Not knowing how I feel.
Not knowing what to think.
My mind is so confused.
I am standing on the brink.

I do not want to be here,
I do not want to feel,
I want to go numb,
To make it feel surreal.

I want to wake up from this dream,
And make this go away,
To go back to how it used to be,
To make this be o.k.

But I sit here by myself,
The reality setting in,
The emptiness coming closer,
The darkness is within.

The bottle sits beside my bed,
Looks better with each glance,
I want to end my misery now,
The bottle is my only chanc
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Medoriko Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Student Writer
Commented :)
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