Varha
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:38:46 GMT -7
These will be my poems. This first poem is the oldest one I could find that I have written.
I look up, down, and then turn around Looking all around me But nothings there No-one there to be
So I walk across the land Searching high and low Always stretching out my hand Always looking towards tomorrow
I end at a wall Its greatness thick and tall But wither I look left or right There is neither break nor hall
So I walk towards it Looking for what it hid Looking, searching all around Trying to find what he did
So I run, spring, dash, and walk All around the all I go But no matter where I look Nothing looks like home.
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:40:24 GMT -7
These poems I wrote for Creative Writing Class.
Descriptive Words I walk along the cliffs, Above the sea of my soul, Secure in the darkness of the night, But alone in the emptiness of the starlit day.
Forgotten by the fullness of joy, I lay hidden in the brambles of death, Looking through the window of time, I fall sinking away from the light of life.
Yet deeply set in the icy fire of love, I am held lifelessly from the truth I so desire, Trying to sing of the sweet breath, I run in the endless circle of the past.
Cinquain Rain It falls gently Through the night lit by The soft glow of the moon’s shine Always
Haiku It falls like the leaves In a splash of color Erasing all that was
Tanka Containing infinite Worlds of imagination All in a small bundle Opening new doors And inviting new knowledge
Question and Reply For what purpose are you living, Is there any higher purpose for your existence Other than your being?
I am here for one purpose And one alone. I am here to end those that Are against me or with me It matters not. I go where I am told And do what shown, Then I am blamed for All that transpires. But still I go on because Of the endless greed that Crafted me. Or maybe I live for something Unknown to greed, Perhaps charity. Who can tell? Not me.
Observe and Infer He stands with frozen breath Rising from his lips, Rubbing his hands in an attempt To stave off the impending cold.
But he again picks up the sign Sitting next to him on the ground And grimaces as he lifts it and Lets a sigh escape his lips, Even though the moment was uneventful, Perhaps the next day would show him to warmth Inside his home never again to know cold.
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