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Post by Nightmare From The Abyss on Dec 12, 2004 12:42:43 GMT 10
Well, this thread said I could do what I wanted, so I'm throwin in a non-LOTR poem here. I hope you like it!
Poem for the Mourning Soul Upon her clouded eyes he looks bereft of life, they gaze upward at the ceiling, not at the nooks and crannies of the church, but toward the high heavens, beyond the stars and planets which encompass them. For this is now her eternal home, beyond the meager atmosphere’s dome.
She is gone, he thought, and thought only, for he had not words to utter it. Words would not come when there she soundly slept, not while o’er her he would sit. She left him here, to wallow in misery, to continue on in the face of this loss. He remains on earth to suffer on, she won’t come back, she’s forever gone.
Sometimes God’s will seems wrong to us, we wonder why it went this way. But yet, we are instructed to trust, and continue on with every new day. He mourns her loss, but yet moves onward, striving to live out his heavenly calling. For sometime in the future, he will see her, when they are reunited in heaven forever.
Again, I'm a religious person, so i believe in God, but if you don't, its alright. try your best to see it my way is I guess what I'm asking.
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Dec 12, 2004 15:35:36 GMT 10
hey, I really actually like this piece that you have posted here, a very interesting viewpoint and solid piece of work. Religion is an issue we are dealing with at the moment, however, you express it well in this poem here. Look forward to more from you!
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Post by ara46 on Dec 15, 2004 1:43:05 GMT 10
I really like that poem.as Cae said looking forward to more.
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Post by Goldmoon on Feb 20, 2005 22:37:39 GMT 10
Love is a tough one to give a definition to, so i tried my best. if there is something i should add, please tell me, it would be much appreciated. LoveLove is a feeling I can’t explain Love comes down on me like the falling rain Love is a gift from those around me Love is a decree Love is something that surrounds my heart Love is of elegance, grace, and art Love shields me in a protective way Love is in my heart, and its there to stay How can one deny so great a gift? How can this feeling from our heart drift? This gift of love is not to be rejected and this wonderful feeling, not to be dejected We should take this feeling, and store it in our heart there is never a time too early to start God sent this gift for us to enjoy and upon our hearts, this gift to employ <Golds Edit I added other poem in here, keep all poems in one thread. Thank you >
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