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Post by anasa on Mar 16, 2008 22:34:58 GMT -5
(**note: Hanatorii was her lover's last name**)
"Hahnatorii"
Watching the ships leave
which boy which sea?
Hahnatorii
Hahnatorii
Wait here lovely-heart
for eternity?
Hahnatorii
Hahnatorii
Old men have moved on
Old women have moved on
Hahnatorii
Hahnatorii
Decades of blackness
Torment our seas
Yet I wait patiently to become
the girl named
Hahnatorii
Hahnatorii
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Post by arrucard on Mar 16, 2008 22:37:40 GMT -5
so sad...its like my poem onpage 1'
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Post by anasa on Mar 16, 2008 22:40:56 GMT -5
Yeah, except mine sounds more poetic in its original language.
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Post by anasa on Mar 16, 2008 22:59:38 GMT -5
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Post by arrucard on Mar 16, 2008 23:03:15 GMT -5
a mine you know a exploding thing you step on it death carnage and destruction happen ya know?
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Post by anasa on Mar 16, 2008 23:05:12 GMT -5
I know, but why the crap did you write a poem about it? No offense, but that poem was pretty bad.
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Post by arrucard on Mar 16, 2008 23:11:38 GMT -5
its based off of metalicas song one but I didnt do to well....sigh...ive lost my spark....Ill just stick to copying other sstuff from the internet and ill delete that post...
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Post by arrucard on Mar 17, 2008 0:48:16 GMT -5
a foe I have become
an enemy of my own
what have I done!?!?
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Mar 17, 2008 10:16:41 GMT -5
Tell me, Singer.
Ye sing of the times of old,
And valiant stories,
But have ye thought to tell,
The stories that now unfold?
For many are opening,
And bursting to life,
Yet who shall tell the tail.
The new and old together needs come,
And be renewed by the fire,
In the minds of children,
Young and old.
Come, singer, tell me the story,
Of the life that all wish to lead,
Then with gentle tones tell me,
Of how I already am.
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Post by Lan on Mar 17, 2008 12:14:58 GMT -5
if you insult me you will wake up in cuba alone and afraid ~Clark Bilbrey (me) Here is an example of my poetic brilliace, taking the form of a graceful Haiku. |
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Post by arrucard on Mar 17, 2008 12:17:59 GMT -5
To death I am put
Shame to my name
burned alive
I shall never be the same
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Post by Lan on Mar 17, 2008 12:18:57 GMT -5
Arrucard is weird
With his talk of scary things
I might wet my bed
-clark bilbrey (me)
a haiku
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Post by arrucard on Mar 17, 2008 12:21:08 GMT -5
aye wet ye bed on this day you shall for my writing has a scary sound
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Post by Lan on Mar 17, 2008 12:22:42 GMT -5
Arrucard is weird With his talk of scary things I might wet my bed -clark bilbrey (me) a haiku Another haiku Arrucard says things That I do not understand It really scares me -clark bilbrey |
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Post by Bastian Farix on Mar 17, 2008 12:23:39 GMT -5
~There once was a man from Peru,
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
He woke in the night
in a terrible fright,
to find it was perfectly true!
There once was a man from Calcutta,
Who spoke with a terrible stutta.
At breakfast her said
Bring me b-b-b-bread,
and b-b-b-b-b-b-butta!~
Limericks by unknown poet.
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