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| Revision Poems; using something I should have done | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 11 2008, 03:44 PM (86 Views) | |
| Holocollector | Apr 11 2008, 03:44 PM Post #1 |
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Christmas is Coming
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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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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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