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Revision Poems; using something I should have done
Topic Started: Apr 11 2008, 03:44 PM (86 Views)
Holocollector
Christmas is Coming
[ *  *  *  *  *  *  * ]
When seasons did not behave

The dots of snow are
Collecting on the horizon,
I only see them when
Falling, it makes my
View a haze, the view
Cluttered, it makes my
Eyes glaze, mixing together
And falling together
Only in a land that has snow
Who has now made a showy
Coming. And with this
Comes thoughts of confusing
Splendor and danger mixed with
Magnificence and nefariousness.
And the beasts group as one.

The wind blows the snow that
Showy makes a new home,
And the wind thinking
She is clever came
From her lair, and raptures
The whistle from the highest sky free
From her shackles, the leaves
Then fall free from their hefty
Entanglements. I look at a
game of greed.

Their smell flourishes, and
Since they are strong
They seem to spin round and round
Given that they are always round,
So when the wind blows them away
Away go the petals free to go
To any place they’d want to go.
Lands taken by shear force and
good-natured misadventures, the land
Overcome by their strength and
Numbers, their happiness at large.

The sun filled afterglow hits
Fast like lightning, lighting
Up late in the night
Leaving everything in
Darkness in sight,
Until the winter and fall
Turn of the lights and make
Night early. Days full of
Energy that never seem to end
Until the lights start to flicker.

The seasons appear, where
Each behave in unique ways.


Wars and where they happen


Wars can happen in anyplace.
Like places where there are trees high
Tall as skyscrapers
Like a mesh of wires long fences.
Outside a red fighting world.
Like bulls battling, battles in the hills,
A fortress fortified to protect them from
Them from enemies. Around them in the infernal
Outcast world burning like flares, the war ongoing
Them having invaded the hills.

Impregnable fortresses, the walls strong,
Like strength of giants placing stone
That did not feel the might of the colossal force that had gathered
Like a rush of a colossal hurricane, the people rushed to battle,
There here and there, sounding, surrounding them like small islands,
The horns having played, signaling to eyes who did not know where they were,
Like a war in the hills, the world theirs,
Heat soaring, the resistance on target,
Where the opposition’s fire was shot and defended
And not one tree teared up like flags.






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These poems make you think. You need that just like you need to show some messages. I will edit the poem guide later with this.
Note: My english writing skills need work so don´t even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I don´t like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture.
 
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