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Christ, your poems are so empty.

Here's one I made earlier:

Passing Winter

Nestled under softened tundra,
Veiled by a silken cover,
Night's seedling waits upon a
Future it has sown.

Sprawled on a bed of frost,
Under a pale blanket,
The boy of twilight steals a yawn,
Tired of being grown.

Curled into sunken hail,
Buried under a ghostly quilt,
Silent-still, he greets the morning,
Though, his son, he's left alone.



Alright, now let me pull one out of the ole' hiney:

Illusion,
The spark of thy wit,
Dear Marcus.

Gotta love quick n' easy haiku.

I've written a shitload in the past, none of them I have, though.

I shall endeavor to create master(fully crap) pieces of poetry to post on this here interwebular site.



(I suck at poetry soooooooo bad)

I prefer prose to poetry but if I dig up anything worth posting, it'll go here.

EDIT: Dig up anything of mine. But, I'll have to dig deep. I'm not much of a poet.

** GeoWulf picks up the doomed thread, and slams it down on the track once again. Cheers emanate around as he stops the thread from going off track. **

Kruglor, Crimson, Edit your posts if/when you have any poetry. Don't put them in a separate post.

Here's one I came up with just now:


The Gentleman's Poem.

Fabled, adamant pillar,
Thy peek calls upon divided foundations
Of a starved flower, promising nourishment.
Thy circumference fills the emptiness,
And through thy holy fountain
Grows the fruit, plump with ivory life.



(Wasn't trying too (or to be) hard, just had some fun.)