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. ------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------------
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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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