Lia. 45 Report post Posted September 7, 2011 I wrote a poem about DCW in my eyes on August 31st this year. Should I post it up? :/ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
IdentityUnknown 216 Report post Posted September 7, 2011 Sure. And from me: You know what lies in store And you have my future planned Your eyes flash with A-pluses You push for the best Have you asked me a question? Have you wondered how I feel? Deep down I know it's for the best But my mind can't deal with that And as I work and as I struggle For a goal that was never mine For a future that I can't envision For something that you say is bright I do it with a faint, weak smile Because I know that it is right But, something that you've forgotten I am still but a child. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Black Demon 466 Report post Posted September 7, 2011 I wrote a poem about DCW in my eyes on August 31st this year. Should I post it up? :/ Of course you should. Too bad not all of my poems are in English, otherwise I would have posted them all Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Miss Smiles 105 Report post Posted September 7, 2011 *search for poem* In the past I've write about art: Landscape artist's motivation Bejeweled memories lit the smile, I've been encompassed by unspoken passion. The inspiration arrest my heart purely touch my heart with desire. One moment of glimpse on breathtaking landscape, it takes breath with swift of winding blow. Vision is clearer and brighten'd to see skyscape. The fire gnawed on passion and artworks grow endlessly; And the piles in piles turn into skyscraper. Inspiration already dug in and arrest me in, deeply held until I find more canvas and paper. All the memories in mind turn diamonds when time fly. A gallery of artworks speak of artist's love and passion, as all was created from painting hand with motivation. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
tengaku squared 291 Report post Posted September 7, 2011 Lashing a tongue of bright fire The coiled black snake spews the noxious toxic Setting on fire all it touched No one stopped it. No one wanted to. No one HAD to. And so no one did. Lashing a tongue of blazing fire The coiled black snake, nemesis of literature It's anger and hatred turned fire No one stopped it. No one wanted to. No one HAD to. And so no one did. Lashing a tongue of consuming fire The coiled black snake, servant of disorder Consumes all it sees, no remorse or regret No one stopped it. No one wanted to. No one HAD to. And so no one did. Lashing a tongue of streaking fire The coiled black snake, feeding off ignorance Gleely burns and destroys, the public unknowing. No one stopped it. No one wanted to. No one HAD to. And so... no one did. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Miss Smiles 105 Report post Posted September 8, 2011 Moho, did you write this poem on spot? ADDED: Actually I like the poem, so I say that. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
