5/18/2013 8:51:38 AM
Topic:
Lesbo Island in hearts
cheung shun sang
Posts: 14
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Lesbos Island….
Sappho lyric poems were so concise and good.
Much directed and good are like the pictures drawn for loves. Songs ofkissing loves and tonguing sexes for women just were poetic life.
However Sappho works are rare to see for modern now.
Many works did loss in middle ages of olden times.
Lesbianism comes to thoughts as human natures.
Also when those girls had a evil father. Who may also had a kind andbetter mom.
Asian traditions sexes are more unclean in views of peoples. Sexes couldsin. So as males are so prominent in social poses and so esteem birth and growthat male homosexual do very bad and much undermine by peoples rites especiallyfrom and in our olden day.
However women positions living societies all may lower so female homosexualmost could more agreeable that is women just could be sexes instruments infates.
True to say that Lesbianism life is gay is please is bliss.
Due to facts as both their partner come with slowly heat but much formore as vigor orgasms.
Also women orgasms take the longer pleasures.
However scandals travel fast and those who play a prank and jokes andother really bad to treat them and label them whether they are male or femalehomosexuals.
Dreams are tosses are base and gross and not for lesbians coming do.
Lesbians some are gleeful good for owning female sexual organs due toorgasms. Lesbians want for other just to joy and please for female status. Wanttheir partners do admired to their female preparing organs that due to orgasms.
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5/17/2013 10:01:50 AM
Topic:
Jail Baiting
George Seagull
Posts: 1
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Spring is here,
So yeah,
It’s raining.
I could probably carry you
With one arm,
And keep you from harm
With the other one too.
I guess that’s why I feel guilt.
You’re a little to little.
Your mind is still brittle,
Easily filled up with filth.
But ad some peanuts,
And that brittle looks tasty.
The way you’re languid when hasty.
Ties a knot in my gut.
And that strut of the little girl that you are
Has water drooping from my mouth.
I’m like the sad stratus clouds,
That dribble on the passing cars.
I’m Petrarch and Dante born anew,
A perverted old fool,
Who thinks it’s still cool
To mix up some words in his bubbling stew
Of lascivious longing
For an underage girl.
But I like the way your hair swirls
And I bet I’d like wronging
You.
Little lazy teen.
Best that this remains unseen.
For who
Would forgive me,
Bet that’s not who I’ll be.
I’ll just stick to my whisky.
Maybe wait one more year.
edited by George Seagull on 5/17/2013
edited by George Seagull on 5/17/2013
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5/17/2013 2:08:05 AM
Topic:
ELA
Nato Calubiran
Posts: 3
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Story little boy who
Who's in love with you
Wants to be together
Wants to be with you forever.
I like your style
I like your smile
I like who you are
For me you're my star.
As the autumn breezes
And all the cold wishes
The leaves just keep on falling.
We keep on parting
We keep on fleeting
The past is far gone.
ELA
Would you remember me
Little boy blue
A little boy who loved you.
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5/17/2013 2:07:31 AM
Topic:
ELA
Nato Calubiran
Posts: 3
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Story little boy who
Who's in love with you
Wants to be together
Wants to be with you forever.
I like your style
I like your smile
I like who you are
For me you're my star.
As the autumn breezes
And all the cold wishes
The leaves just keep on falling.
We keep on parting
We keep on fleeting
The past is far gone.
ELA
Would you remember me
Little boy blue
A little boy who loved you.
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5/17/2013 2:06:00 AM
Topic:
hello.
Nato Calubiran
Posts: 3
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:3
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5/16/2013 8:35:30 PM
Topic:
Galaxies Apart
Sharon Van Buskirk
Posts: 117
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Hurting you wasn't my intention
For me to keep sanity
My spirit halted me with anintervention
You're a shot in the dark
Our minds are galaxies apart
Too much conflict
While I disliked it,
You seem to be an addict
I'm more content
Finding less and less to vent
My battles are fought by me
Your battles are an Odyssey
Clash of the Titans, Greek mythology
Too much drama for me
I'll retreat while you cry to yourmomma
Hopefully peace and happiness find youtomorrow
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5/16/2013 8:17:35 PM
Topic:
You and me, we are energy
Gabe Shelly
Posts: 18
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You and me, we are energy;
The dust from stars
That created us and planets as Mars.
And when we die it's okay to cry
Since we may then just become energy again;
That doesn't have a mind and is unrefined,
Having no soul as it goes into a Black Hole
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5/14/2013 9:31:25 PM
Topic:
The Darkness is coming again
Gabe Shelly
Posts: 18
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The Darkness is coming again--
And I can see no end.
My Jealous-Hate is tapping at the door...
It is crying--
Can you hear it--
It is crying for something more
If there be Light at the end of this Night--
Still the Loneliness will not
The Darkness is coming--
Can you hear it--
It is coming again,
And I can see no end
edited by Gabe on 5/14/2013
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5/14/2013 8:26:12 PM
Topic:
Hi :)
Amy Ferguson
Posts: 1
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Hi everyone!! I'm Amy.. so glad to have found Poetry Soup!
Not a whole lot to tell about me I'm afraid..
I'm married, I have 2 great kids *yes I know all mothers say this, but in my case its true ;0)* well I say kids their 21 and 15 lol
I'm an avid reader and writer. I've always enjoyed it.. the act of putting words to my emotions or my interpretations. I hope you enjoy them, if you care to check them out and I look forward to reading all of yours!
Oh can someone tell me how to respond to comments on my poems? I know someone else posted the same question on another forum, but they didnt receive an answer..so Im trying here  Thanks!!
Amy
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5/14/2013 4:48:16 PM
Topic:
Lazy Day
Teresa Lindsay
Posts: 8
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Lying back on the green grass of spring
Watching the late afternoon sun set
The sky ablaze with bright reds and oranges
Breeze softly whispering in my ear
Fireflys lighting the early evening
Tree frogs craoking, crickets chirping
Birds singing their last songs
Hearing the creek gentlely moving
Day fading into the night stars appear
Twinking far above my head, brightly
Moon sloftly glowing, showing me it's face
What a way to end the day, not a worry in mind.
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5/14/2013 4:44:17 PM
Topic:
Relationships
Joanne Hayward
Posts: 2
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I absolutely love this poem! It is just the type of thing that I would recite to myself throughout the day if I had written it to get my painful feelings out of my head so I could cope with them. I think this is a wonderful achievement. Well done!
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5/14/2013 4:41:32 PM
Topic:
Caught in a Current
Joanne Hayward
Posts: 2
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I am caught in a current
I am trapped in a tide
I struggle to escape
from the anguish inside.
Once I walked on a ledge
of uncertainty and doubt,
Now I plummet to Earth
but never find the ground.
I am splintered with glass,
I am stuck with a knife,
Shards pierce my heart,
I am drained of life.
I am tortured by hope,
I am betrayed by fear,
It hurts to accept
I am the only one here.
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5/14/2013 3:43:13 PM
Topic:
Next Bow, Soup member poet
Amin Jacek Pedziwiater
Posts: 1
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I have not yet met net set that it would be better in quantity of conjoint more than Your new quality.
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5/14/2013 8:29:56 AM
Topic:
What? (Mature Language Warning)
mitchell eadie
Posts: 5
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Together tethered to existence
we act upon our soul‘s insistence
to dare and dream to find…? What exactly?
**** the morning;
I sigh as I step into the shower.
Soon to be discarded dreams tug at my sub-conscious.
Another broken plot-line is lost,
the wildness of a night’s rest washed away alongside it‘ssweat.
Destined to die,
we spend our days as slaves
so we can spend our nights upon the couch.
Our individual everything’s
are infinite and insignificant;
a blade of grass that looms large above an ant.
**** work,
I sigh once more.
The subway’s dim, flittering lights
set the scene for my inner city journey.
This endless loop of mundane madness,
brings no love, no joy, or even sadness.
Churning numbers numbs my brain,
and at least a robot can’t feel pain
but blackness stirs inside an empty heart.
**** another lonely night,
I sigh again.
I sip my beer and smile,
finding comfort in nothing.
A witty sitcom shines in my peripherals,
**** the morning, **** work, and **** the night;
my drunken laughter explodes.
This long campaign has no reward;
no fat pay cheque, or love restored.
Life’s mundane nature now a perfect fit,
for those of us content to quit.
The tired soldier smiles as the bullet hits.
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5/14/2013 8:28:18 AM
Topic:
AWAKEN AFRICA
mitchell eadie
Posts: 5
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A nice patriotic piece. I particularly liked this stanza:
UNIQUE AND MEEK
GREEN AND WHITE WE CHOSE AT LAST
THE FINAL PHASE OF THE BATTLE
EXCITED AND UNITED
LET US TOGETHER
EAT SWEET LAUGHTER
Thanks for the read .
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5/14/2013 8:26:12 AM
Topic:
Relationships
mitchell eadie
Posts: 5
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Thanks, I'm glad you guys like it .
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5/14/2013 7:04:06 AM
Topic:
Sonnetics
Owen Hadden
Posts: 1
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Tumble do the trees in the trill forest,
An unwrinkled mirage of mild waves
Come; to warble the drum of my frailest,
As harvests of waves design the silence.
Arise three bones and transmit the music,
Sweeten these atoms, inflate this opus.
Hear this melodic chant, this sound lyric
Lull those ears with a resonant focus.
But all is commercial, all is aflame
Pestilence scourging what was once intact.
I do not exalt, most crave this harem
As firm that honest chorus will be forgot.
Mark this thunder and a sonorous stone,
For the price of nothing, sound brings you home.
All feedback is greatly appreciated. This is my first post so hello everyone.
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5/13/2013 9:06:08 PM
Topic:
When I Am Gone
Teresa Lindsay
Posts: 8
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There is a sickness in me laying dormant
Like that of a volcano,waiting to erupt
No cure in sight, it is there unseen
Deadly to me and all around me
If it ever goes live, none are safe
I fight my tears knowing it is there
That one day It will take me away
Away from all I know and love
I cry not for me but those i leave
I try to be brave, to show them it is alright
I smile my smile to give them comfort
To let them know I will live in their hearts
Deep inside is where the sickness is
In my blood, waiting to take me
I don't want to die, but I'll be brave
Till the last, I'll be strong for them
No one can carry this burden for me
Just walk beside me, hold my hand
Know that I love you, remember that
My life was not easy, that I carried on
I lived the only way I knew how to
Doing whats right, with honor and love
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5/13/2013 8:11:41 PM
Topic:
The Shallow Grave
Patrick Whitaker
Posts: 2
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Her pain at ease, her voice a breeze,
She’s gone but never far from you.
The shallow gravitation, she pulls you toward her rest.
Her hand outstretched, grasping to the sky,
Knelt by the grave, you release the pain bottled within,
The grief, the depression, the anger you feel,
One and all pour forth over the soul that is lost.
Her grasping hand with a hold on you,
Pulls you down within.
The grave occupied with the love you hold,
Keeps you always near to her.
From the grasping hand, release,
Escape her shallow grave.
With her name in your heart,
Turn around and strive --through life.
For she’s not in the grave,
She watches above.
And all that you do,
With love,
she watches.
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5/13/2013 8:02:02 PM
Topic:
New Member
Patrick Whitaker
Posts: 2
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Hi, I am new here and was just looking for an outlet for some of my writing I have completed recently. Any feedback, both positive and negative (especially productive negative feedback) would be greatly appreciated.
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