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  • Starseven0 Starseven0 (12/26/2012 1:17:00 AM) Post reply

    rose_rosy [????????]

    By the Chinese poet fengwenshu




    My space 's small emperor-my son

    As a Roseate for endless routh,

    When unborn my son,

    Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming.

    And fire phoenix fly, like one single moonlight_azure,

    In phoenix's body breed,

    In rosy rose had

    Vomit and lent to the nigths, hills,

    Rivers, grasss, groves,

    And greatures.her sweetly joy and

    Fire of love,

    I sangs upon my son, with words of cloud_white and,

    Or words of green water of flows,

    Day after day, month after month,

    And i made Myself
    Wearing a black dress


    Small cicada


    In apparel, sometimes,

    I being katydid, a skirt_green, sometimes,

    I made meselves a orchid,

    In white apparel, sometimes,

    I turns a petty siklworm,

    In white robe, simetimes,

    I into Nature 's creatures,

    To body of flowering tree of dreaming flew,

    As if a dragonfly, came to dim bamboos,

    Of summer,
    And my faire-God Not born me sings

    Or told, for my fair-God Not born and

    Being lonely, stir and peaceless,

    I become one single flower's sweetly,

    Or Music of heavy sweet,

    kissed my son_my ideal,

    As shepherd kissed his snowsheep_small,

    And passed sun, moon stars's kingdom,

    This flower's sweetly.true, twelve years

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks

    Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

    Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

    With red magma, true, twelve years

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks

    Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

    Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

    With red magma, true, twelve years

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks

    Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

    Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

    With red magma, true, twelve rears

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks.



    by fengwenshu starseven0

  • Rookie - 33 Points Metin Sahin (12/25/2012 8:51:00 AM) Post reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Peter Maxharya (12/25/2012 2:47:00 AM) Post reply

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  • Rookie - 75 Points Sanjibsaha Aniketa (12/25/2012 2:24:00 AM) Post reply

    My sense

    I saw the old lady.
    she was walking,
    walking in the evening.
    a stick supports her
    in the dark.
    dark never touched her.
    her weak steps
    made me unhappy.

    i am entering into the days,
    days of my future.
    the opaque eyes
    never dreams a high hope.
    the stick of the lone lady
    wanted to show the path.
    she is alone,
    she is making me alone.

  • Rookie - 75 Points Sanjibsaha Aniketa (12/25/2012 2:24:00 AM) Post reply

    My sense

    I saw the old lady.
    she was walking,
    walking in the evening.
    a stick supports her
    in the dark.
    dark never touched her.
    her weak steps
    made me unhappy.

    i am entering into the days,
    days of my future.
    the opaque eyes
    never dreams a high hope.
    the stick of the lone lady
    wanted to show the path.
    she is alone,
    she is making me alone.

  • Rookie - 75 Points Ronald Britcher (12/24/2012 10:21:00 AM) Post reply

    Waiting On That Day

    -In the wake of a pupil-
    Our hearts become virtual
    I stand here waiting on our
    Waiting hopeful

    -With one single hand-
    Can become a single stand
    As He reaches out
    I will Walk As planned

    -We all rise when we are spoken to-
    And we all fall when we are let go.
    To all become a family
    Or to all Behold

    -Light is a passion-
    Darkness is a Desire
    God is our hopeful
    Devil shall be retired

    -God is the truth-
    While religion has its requires
    At the end of the day the one above
    Is who acquires.

    -The world is an apocalypse-
    From dawn to dusk
    Let us keep our faith in him
    Or end dusk to dusk

    -I knee down before you Jesus-
    While keeping my faith
    I will walk with you Jesus
    My soul for you to take

  • Rookie - 75 Points Ronald Britcher (12/24/2012 10:01:00 AM) Post reply

    Heart is a symbol for love
    Light is a symbol of good
    Darkness is a symbol for bad
    Only if it would
    Be torn down like a disaster
    Or be frowned upon by the master
    To live in a place
    To die in a race
    No one can keep up with this pace
    Hopeful meaning nights
    Can end up a new circle of life
    Time on the clock goes
    Tick Tick Tick Tock
    Tock Tock Tock Tick.
    Its Battery lies with in
    New circle of life.
    Will resend pride to bright light.
    Only once the battery dies.

  • Rookie - 75 Points Ronald Britcher (12/24/2012 9:47:00 AM) Post reply

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  • Rookie - 75 Points Roseline Cindel (12/23/2012 5:29:00 AM) Post reply

    Beautiful
    Your beauty overwhelms me
    As i wrap ma arms around u
    Your nice set of teeths,
    Your smile and your way of life
    I press ur softness tight
    Great passions fills ma inner being
    When i hold you tight
    Am captured in your embrace
    Your eyes control my very soul
    When i look into those sexy eyes of yours
    The touch of your lips makes me feel loved
    Frozen forever in time
    And all fades in to nothing
    The day u flew away

  • Rookie - 75 Points Katie Pelser (12/20/2012 8:00:00 AM) Post reply

    Lullaby

    I'm going to sing you a song
    Not a poem just a silly song
    Not a love song or a rhyme
    Just a plain old fashioned lullaby

    So close your eyes and let me take you there
    where sheep dress up in pink and white
    Where butterflies tickle your belly button
    Let me sing you my old fashioned lullaby

    Let's put our hand together and pray
    Come and let your terrors run away
    Make room for the Sandman my sons
    and listen to mommies lullaby

    Listen carefully, look at the stars
    See how they glister in the skies just for you
    Look at Mr. Moon and the boy who sits in him
    Go to sleep on the rhyme of this lullaby.

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