Poetry (4 Viewers)

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baggio

baggio

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Jun 3, 2003
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  • Thread Starter #126
    Aight, time for another piece of poetry? Here goes..

    Through broken dreams,
    I try to find my way.
    But nothing’s as it seems,
    In this place far away.

    Melancholic clouds linger,
    Ready to burst in to tears.
    Looking forward to the harbinger,
    I wonder if it will wash away my fears.

    A few miles more,
    And I’ll be home.
    But there’s no one at the door.
    Except my past alone.

    A warm greeting,
    And I walk through.
    Closing the door behind me,
    With memories of you.
     

    Asma

    Doctor Asma
    Oct 21, 2003
    3,658
    Ah,Bummer!:frown:

    When i walked past his place,
    i looked up at his window and saw his face,
    and when my gaze met his,
    i knew it was gonna start like this,
    He was blonde,muscular with brown eyes,
    that sexy attitude and the cute smile,
    he smiled and soon his eyes began to narrow,
    you should of seen it,it took away all my sorrows,
    He took out a piece of paper,scribbled something on its back,
    and threw it out for me to catch,
    Luckily,i did!and ran as fast as i could.

    The minute i set foot home,
    i tip-toed till i reached my room,
    My mind might've been functioning but my soul flew to meet his(again:D)
    The moment i held the piece of paper up,i knew i had been blessed,
    For some reason,i managed to superimpose the paper,
    And keep it for later,
    Then i started thinking,wondering,dreaming and imagining,
    how it would be like to be by his side,
    hmm..definetely no more prosaic routines,
    and no cliche`d lectured from family and friends,
    so sure this was gonna be a flawless relationship.

    In an hour or so,i heard the rumbling of an engine,
    i looked down from my window and it was him,
    sitting in his Audi waving at me,i ran and put on my clothes,
    before i left the room,i took a few steps back to my table,
    and unfolded the paper,
    and on it was written"Let's boggie sunshine..if you know what i mean;)" ,
    My eyes widened,my hands started shaking and i shouted his name cheerfully,
    I ran down the stairs and blithely ignored the danger of tripping over,
    And"Bam!",there was i,
    lying prostrated on the ground,
    Struggling to left my head,i couldnt and fell uncouncious!

    Later,when i opened my eyes,
    he was there too,sitting by my side,
    he put my hand in his and smiled,then started laughing unexpectedly,
    i was shocked,perplexed and bewildered,
    trying to figure out the reason behind his unexpected laughter,
    he gave me a small mirror and when i looked,
    i was like "no wonder you are laughing really hard..ahaha!"
    He kissed me,
    and disapperead into nowehere.
     

    Slagathor

    Bedpan racing champion
    Jul 25, 2001
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    bleeeh... love :D

    At least you can rhyme. I admire that though I also deem it to be fairly pointless as it complicates the written for the reader. I'm not good at it myself.
     
    OP
    baggio

    baggio

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  • Thread Starter #136
    The Telephone

    Standing by the wall,
    I speak in to the phone.
    Cramped by an empty hall,
    I try and adjust my tone.

    Disconnected emotion.
    Wired imagination.
    An intermittent ringing notion.
    And a dead fixation.

    Inhaling time,
    I continue to converse.
    Trying to stay on the line,
    As my thoughts become averse.

    The empty conversation soon begins to fade,
    My senses encumber,
    Feelings evade.
    And, I realize I haven’t even dialed a number.
     

    Asma

    Doctor Asma
    Oct 21, 2003
    3,658
    ++ [ originally posted by baggio ] ++
    The Telephone

    Standing by the wall,
    I speak in to the phone.
    Cramped by an empty hall,
    I try and adjust my tone.

    Disconnected emotion.
    Wired imagination.
    An intermittent ringing notion.
    And a dead fixation.

    Inhaling time,
    I continue to converse.
    Trying to stay on the line,
    As my thoughts become averse.

    The empty conversation soon begins to fade,
    My senses encumber,
    Feelings evade.
    And, I realize I haven’t even dialed a number.
    i feel like a looser!:frown:anyways,good one deej! ;)
     

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