Post poems

[IkeTheGeneric]

" Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die. "

~Mary Elizabeth Frye

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[beachbum111111]

" Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die. "

~Mary Elizabeth Frye

lel ghey

[IkeTheGeneric]

" Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion? "

~ Graeme Edge

[Insert Name Here²]

I am very gay
I want some big rooster in me
Fill me up desu

[Katadeus]

Here's a short one that turned out ok
I really like ABBA rhyme schemes

Winter comes again
The cold it creeps
The land it sleeps
And I stay in my den

But when I venture out I take
The cold into my lungs and feel
The crunch of frost against my heel
And see each light a spider-flake
Of bursting warmth against the black
The muted sound is swallowed by
The wind that cuts the marble sky
And pushes at my back

Winter comes at last
When in the North
We covet warmth
And think about the past

[Metalliku]

roses are red

forget you

[Kumquat]

He has no style
He has no grace
This kong has a funny face