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'I Wrote These For You.X'
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Date: 2008/05/16 06:54
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By: Viridis
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Haii. Cheers for taking a look at this poetry thread!
Here's some of my poems from a collection of mine.
These were written from Aug '07 - April '08.
The theme of this collection is suppression. Be that of government, life or love etc (:
Hope you enjoy!
Harie.
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'For all the smiles that are ever gonna Haunt me, And All the wounds that are ever gonna Scar, me, For all the Ghosts that are Never gonna Catch me!'
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Re:'I Wrote These For You.X'
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Date: 2008/05/16 07:05
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By: Viridis
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This is possible my favourite poem that I've written.!
It reflects the disgust in WW2.
And some suppression of democracy.
'War Is A Dance'
The clock strikes 12,
Upon the hour.
For who will leave here with no power?
It’s time to dance,
Ready and lean,
Now fires their machine.
The silence is murdered, mutilated by a scream.
Crimson pouring dreams,
Their tears drenched in crying memories.
The bugles sing,
Dead spirits roar.
For now they dance forever more.
Eternal slumber is all that waits,
Nothing more beyond St Lucifer’s gate.
The bugles sing their deathly scream,
Wiping fallen dancers from the scene.
They came for a ball,
Heir Hitler cornered them all.
Brown, Thatcher and Churchill
Applaud as they fall.
For now lay here; the dancers dead,
Un-countable poppy bruises among their head.
For now here the dead dancers lay,
What was their greatest price to pay
For a country who slaughtered and pushed them away.
They didn’t just walk, they flew away.
The hell was what no one could bear
And here today we call democracy fair.
-x-
=D
'For all the smiles that are ever gonna Haunt me, And All the wounds that are ever gonna Scar, me, For all the Ghosts that are Never gonna Catch me!'
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Re:'I Wrote These For You.X'
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Date: 2008/05/16 07:25
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By: Viridis
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This is a poem I wrote for a friend when she was on knifes edge, literally.
The message I tried to put behind this poem is that no matter how hard it gets, there's always another choice. Nothing is ever the end.
It's code-named 'Issabelle'.
Issabelle.
Damaged people are dangerous;
they know they can survive.
They break you down forever more,
You're strong enough to stay alive.
Fight them off,
We know you can.
Close your eyes and take my hand.
They're never gonna take you,
Never, Never not through
this blinding hate.
They whisper, watch and speculate.
Now pick up your sword.
This is called hope.
However hard it is, i know you can cope.
I need you,
Go, listen to your belief,
It's painful for me too;
Take my hand, blind out their deceit .
Lift your face from your hand,
Look in to my eyes and repeat:
You and I, we shant disband.
I need you to know:
You can't Hide;
You can't let Go;
There's no such thing as suicide.
They'll never ever take you,
I'll never ever let go;
This nightmare, we will pass through.
Light up your smile; let the shine show.
'For all the smiles that are ever gonna Haunt me, And All the wounds that are ever gonna Scar, me, For all the Ghosts that are Never gonna Catch me!'
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