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Group Poetry 2
Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2005 5:50 am
by koan
Fire and force, the winds of time
Scatter the pieces of my mind.
For all that was will never be
It's time has passed and set me free.
Group Poetry 2
Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2005 9:52 am
by Cass
koan wrote:
Fire and force, the winds of time
Scatter the pieces of my mind.
For all that was will never be
It's time has passed and set me free.
Free to start anew my life
Take on new challenges, free from strife
Feel the promise of each new day
Chains of the past, have gone away.
Group Poetry 2
Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2005 4:23 pm
by Bullet
The Gift Of Life
This gift I have recieved
Had me thoroughly decieved
I was caught in a web of delusion
It was when I tripped and fell
Into the gates of hell
That I saw it was all an illusion
Self rightious hypocrite's rules
They use their ancient tools
Of guilt, piety and confusion
The truth they claim to teach
Stifles our spirit not to reach
A position to see an obvious solution
When it is all said and done
We'll all have had our fun
Just don't let others become an intrusion
So when you've finished out your days
Try to go out in a blaze
And your gift will come to a conclusion
Group Poetry 2
Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2005 11:53 pm
by koan
Very nice but group poetry is supposed to be an expansion of what was already written.
Fire and force, the winds of time
Scatter the pieces of my mind.
For all that was will never be
It's time has passed and set me free.
Free to start anew my life
Take on new challenges, free from strife
Feel the promise of each new day
Chains of the past, have gone away.
Sweet scent of mystery,
No sense of history,
I long for change to light the way
I fight no more and seize the day
Group Poetry 2
Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 7:36 pm
by Bullet
Oops, sorry
Group Poetry 2
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:51 am
by polycarp
Fire and force, the winds of time
Scatter the pieces of my mind.
For all that was will never be
It's time has passed and set me free.
Free to start anew my life
Take on new challenges, free from strife
Feel the promise of each new day
Chains of the past, have gone away.
Sweet scent of mystery,
No sense of history,
I long for change to light the way
I fight no more and seize the day
For flying robins that sweetly sing
And fragrant flowers on twigs which swing
On a bright and glorious day
Tell of blessed moments coming my way
Group Poetry 2
Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 8:44 pm
by koan
We got 5 stars!!!!!
I don't want to change the ending. We just need a title and a new poem. Good one guys!
What about "Sweet Submission" ?
Group Poetry 2
Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:16 pm
by rachelg
This one is even better than the last one
This is one of the coolest things I've seen. I wish I could write
