Godot Posted October 5, 2013 Share Posted October 5, 2013 I had a question reguarding where peotry belongs... Answer! Here I I I V Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Code: PIRULUK Posted October 5, 2013 Share Posted October 5, 2013 Vulpix is red, Marill is blue, Whimsicott killed Salamance, We'll kill you too <3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Godot Posted October 5, 2013 Author Share Posted October 5, 2013 Roses are Red Violets are Blue And if you were a Pokemon I would choose You! Ok... in all srs faic nao Poetry thread! Go! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Code: PIRULUK Posted October 6, 2013 Share Posted October 6, 2013 (edited) Dover Beach - Matthew Arnold The sea is calm to-night.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits; on the French coast the lightGleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!Only, from the long line of sprayWhere the sea meets the moon-blanched land,Listen! you hear the grating roarOf pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,At their return, up the high strand,Begin, and cease, and then again begin,With tremulous cadence slow, and bringThe eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long agoHeard it on the A gaean, and it broughtInto his mind the turbid ebb and flowOf human misery; weFind also in the sound a thought,Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The Sea of FaithWas once, too, at the full, and round earth's shoreLay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.But now I only hearIts melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,Retreating, to the breathOf the night-wind, down the vast edges drearAnd naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be trueTo one another! for the world, which seemsTo lie before us like a land of dreams,So various, so beautiful, so new,Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;And we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,Where ignorant armies clash by night. Edited October 6, 2013 by Acquiescence Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brockze Posted October 6, 2013 Share Posted October 6, 2013 A poem I wrote, called Spring: It becomes that time of year again For change, and homely inspections; When trees shed their winter coat And begin their annual resurrection. Yet this is not a tale of beauty, Or one filled with rhyme; This is a poem of loss. Of looking back and remembering The ones we let go of. The old partners. The old friends. The late friends. The late family. It is another year, but we still hurt. And every time we lose another, The greenery of spring becomes a little less...green. (Sorry about the out-of-season post) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators Amethyst Posted October 6, 2013 Administrators Share Posted October 6, 2013 In direct contrast to the above: Autumn surely must be the season most loveliest,For in it is sorrow, pleasing, though ugliest,As descension, death and decay- all despite,We linger, here nowyouiStill very alive Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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