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Post by Morgoth on Jan 7, 2005 0:34:49 GMT 10
Wow... I feel the same way whenever I'm around a certain person. You convey your feelings very nicely, Cae, and I like how you dare to be different, not rhyming your stanzas, but the words work beautifully. I like your style, and how your poetry is something real, not just nonsense or poems about nothing. Keep up the good work!
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Jan 19, 2005 19:28:35 GMT 10
Frames
The picture on the wall you like to keep me there admiration for when you want involvement for when you feel it just an object otherwise yet somehow I like this position but wish for so much more the frame is wide enough to keep me hanging on and stop me ever leaving your wall of amusement.
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Mar 6, 2005 17:52:22 GMT 10
Traces of Thoughts
The difficulties that come to when they run away and make circles of their own not knowing where to look the paths are all crossed.
Sometimes the numbness gets too much the vision is blurred wonders of the mind are taking over.
The clarity, the depth, moving through this life yet hardly recalling anything wanting to know but unable to remember.
There is a strange sense of being fulfilled. yet wonders of how it became the thoughts sometimes so deep or shallow life, what is happening?
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Mar 25, 2005 17:42:41 GMT 10
Dangerous Levels
Upon wondering the world it occurred to me one day the worries they are gathering from what world did they stray?
A sudden rush of waves came crashing into shore an overwhelming emotion pounding to the core.
And all the decisions of the past that somehow had been made surfaced like a blossoming which I was forced to wade.
What had I done, why had it worked the thoughts that crossed in mime the dangerous levels of the life are shooting straight in time.
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Apr 3, 2005 14:58:56 GMT 10
Inconsistent Ramblings
Who cares, who knows? what loves, still I stand confused.
The looks, the stares, the way of the gaze what gives the hurt, the pain, the holding on despite what is this?
The movement, the strut why do that arrogance and shame not known but well read.
Ha, never thought the scrolls, the words they came from nowhere evolved.
Selfishness, wonderings steady works to ponder right throughout the scale in depth but shallow to the core.
Who cares, who knows? what loves, still I stand confused.
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Eowyn
Child of Middle Earth
Guard of the Mark
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Post by Eowyn on Apr 15, 2005 11:01:37 GMT 10
well, I'm going to post my own work here as well, with permission from the Foo Foo Queen *g*, so here goes!
Mindful Motion
Dangerous notions that haunt humans do nothing but taunt the eyes that gaze at me they hold on so lovingly and yet behind closed doors I know there is only flaws why play with strength that stands searching for a helping hand when I know the games you play you'll hold on for yesterday.
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Post by Fiwen Brandybuck on Apr 19, 2005 1:35:59 GMT 10
Wow, keep these brilliant poems coming, they really sum up what I feel sometimes.
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on May 3, 2005 20:01:15 GMT 10
thanks Fiwen, glad you could connect with them!
Of Silver Linings
Look how the light shines brightly through sun kissed clouds, the wavering glows what causes such a beauty to radiate like a joy of wonder where the mind is unmoved and is content to just be in the day to day situation how fair, how fair the life! it glitters the imagination and makes the scene so strong and true the moments that keep us hanging on the ride that moves us evermore we come floating into shore.
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Eowyn
Child of Middle Earth
Guard of the Mark
Posts: 60
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Post by Eowyn on May 16, 2005 19:44:24 GMT 10
Gone
The tears that roll down silken cheeks little droplets are never ending they fall on deaf ears somewhere deep inside a voice is crying but no sound emerges desperation, despair, dying.
The pain that beats the shattered soul of a love that is a lost from the eye's gaze strayed from a sight that is weary denial, oh the hurting that crushes the heart a life that is fading away, alone, apart.
A shadow that drifts where there was pride a never ending void that swallows taken in now, with no fight left at all just float with the tears that fall free feelings are coming to a close no lock, no key.[/i]
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Jun 28, 2005 22:27:58 GMT 10
Solitude
Tears that well in silent eyes an empty gaze across the land filled with hope yet finding lies reaching with a wistful hand.
How I wish that time could turn I see horizons fade away feel the isolation burn bring forth yet a brand new day.
Where is the knight that would save me take me from the pain I bare float me out on endless seas and strip me of the need to care.
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