damn, you could make a book with those. i'm goying to play some soccer and when i'm back i'll add a poem/rap
damn, you could make a book with those. i'm goying to play some soccer and when i'm back i'll add a poem/rap
We do not sow.
here are some.
Bungee-jump
the fall was beyond description
the depth was way too deep
or should i say hight
cause does it matter anyway
(it is a bit stiff in english)
as a christmas ball beautiful and round
makes you stare with open mouth
amazing with all it's beauty like a pearl
faster broken than a porcelain dish
a baby seconds born
with it's life on a thin red line
for the dutch people around here
als een kerstbal mooi en rond
doet jou verstommen met open mond
schitterend met al zijn pracht en praal
breekbaar als een porseleinen schaal
een baby pasgeboren
met ze leven aan een zijden draad
Last edited by The Stranger; 04-23-2005 at 19:08.
We do not sow.
he mods, can you change the title of the thread to Post your poems or lyrical proza
We do not sow.
GIVE UP HOPE ALL HE WHO ENTER HERE is the inscription over the gates of hell, or so says shakespear (srry if i can't spell his name)
and "Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee" is what the grim reaper says to his victims. long ago when a person died in a village the church bells would toll, the spirit of the dead would remain ignorant to there death until the reaper came to tell them "ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee"...i dunno, i thought it was really poetic
here is one of my origional poems
i stand upon a feild of combat
littered bodies no green to see
smoke migled with burning flesh
blood consumed by a thirsty ground
my eyes roam over death
and i try to grasp humanity
but no humanity can i find
for as i see the blood, carnage, hell
i cannot cry... i only smile.
i dunno...i don't like this peice all that much...you tell me
Last edited by master of the puppets; 04-24-2005 at 17:18.
A nation of sheep will beget a a government of wolves. Edward R. Murrow
Anyone who claims to be in the light but hates his brother is still in the darkness. —1 John 2:9
I think Shakespeare must have stolen that phrase from Dante, because in Dant's Inferno the inscription over the gates of Hell is "Abandon hope all ye who enter here" My english teacher last year had the quote in his room with the name Dante next to it, I think Shakespeare stole it or you got them mixed up.
"A man's dying is more his survivor's affair than his own."
C.S. Lewis
"So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death."
Jermaine Evans
Quietus
On infinite hiatus.
Onward and upward
toward the precipice of life,
the only way to achieve,
Quietus.
The what and the how,
who and the why,
The things and the people
around you, above you,
before and behind you,
the thoughts and the processes,
compiled in due time,
objects and forced mind,
compulsory ideas that have made you go blind,
quiet you, quiet us,
Anything and Everything
Obsolete, once you reach,
Quietus.
good all you guys have talent. (exept the lyric stealing Puppet master)
We do not sow.
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