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Poetry
Mar 25, 2010 15:22:27 GMT -5
Post by doodledoo16 on Mar 25, 2010 15:22:27 GMT -5
yay for keats and The Lady of Shalot! I love both of those! i write a bit of poetry and i would appreciate feedback, here are a couple of my favorites ive written:
Raindrops
I lay in grass, fighting the hold of the Earth while whispering my life. Every breath I sigh takes me back. When the stars still spoke To the imagination, raindrops of light, falling on my eyes and blinding me with beauty. Grass reaches above me like fingers, catching the moon. Dark shapes fly through my sight as wraiths, haunting my mind. Shadows without purpose, an army, fleeting and eternal. Stories, lasting through all time.
Lullaby
One day I found a lullaby with notes so sweet it made me cry and as I listened to that song my memory urged to hum along Oh ba da dum Oh ba da dum Tra laaa laa la la And so I sang with joyful sorrow to think of what would come tomorrow for it were many tomorrows which made me lose this lullaby I would always choose Oh ba da dum Oh ba da dum Tra laaa laa la la So I danced and sang with sweet abandon to those notes found at random and my skirt swirled and my hips swayed but the melody began to fade Oh ba da dum Oh ba da dum Tra laaa laa la la And as I watched the notes fly by of my forgotten Lullaby I caught a hint of that tune but it seemed to me it went to soon Oh ba da dum Oh ba da dum Tra laaa laa la la So I stood, fighting sorrow for the melody lost to tomorrow and if tomorrow never came a happier woman I might have been Oh ba da dum Oh ba da dum Tra laaa laa la la
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Poetry
Mar 25, 2010 19:22:27 GMT -5
Post by sugaryswan on Mar 25, 2010 19:22:27 GMT -5
anything Robert Frost=) THE ROAD NOT TAKEN... Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
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degeos
Meteorite
Interesting explanation, but what does it all mean?
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Poetry
Mar 26, 2010 23:41:28 GMT -5
Post by degeos on Mar 26, 2010 23:41:28 GMT -5
"Pioneers! O Pioneers!" by Walt Whitman
COME my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers!
For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!
O you youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Have the elder races halted? Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas? We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson, Pioneers! O pioneers!
All the past we leave behind, We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O pioneers!
We detachments steady throwing, Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep, Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways, Pioneers! O pioneers!
We primeval forests felling, We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within, We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Colorado men are we, From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus, From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come, Pioneers! O pioneers!
From Nebraska, from Arkansas, Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental blood intervein'd, All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the Northern, Pioneers! O pioneers!
O resistless restless race! O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all! O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Raise the mighty mother mistress, Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress, (bend your heads all,) Raise the fang'd and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon'd mistress, Pioneers! O pioneers!
See my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter, Ages back in ghostly millions frowning there behind us urging, Pioneers! O pioneers!
On and on the compact ranks, With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly fill'd, Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping, Pioneers! O pioneers!
O to die advancing on! Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come? Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill'd. Pioneers! O pioneers!
All the pulses of the world, Falling in they beat for us, with the Western movement beat, Holding single or together, steady moving to the front, all for us, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Life's involv'd and varied pageants, All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work, All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves, Pioneers! O pioneers!
All the hapless silent lovers, All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked, All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying, Pioneers! O pioneers!
I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores amid the shadows, with the apparitions pressing, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Lo, the darting bowling orb! Lo, the brother orbs around, all the clustering suns and planets, All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams, Pioneers! O pioneers!
These are of us, they are with us, All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind, We to-day's procession heading, we the route for travel clearing, Pioneers! O pioneers!
O you daughters of the West! O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives! Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Minstrels latent on the prairies! (Shrouded bards of other lands, you may rest, you have done your work,) Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Not for delectations sweet, Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious, Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Do the feasters gluttonous feast? Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock'd and bolted doors? Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Has the night descended? Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged nodding on our way? Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Till with sound of trumpet, Far, far off the daybreak call-hark! how loud and clear I hear it wind, Swift! to the head of the army!-swift! spring to your places, Pioneers! O pioneers!
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