Posted November 24, 2011 (edited) i brought them over from other sites so people can enjoy them i will add more to them later. updateded poems and new ones will be at the top if there is anything special about them i will let you know. (just crossed my thoughts to type these) The harlequin No one Knows The harlequin No one Knows Has more than one woe Ever lasting as it may be Hardly the end of it though Are the long days of preforming Reacting every same advent Living a life of sadness Ending nothing as she puts her mask on Quickly like a shadow Under cover of shadows In the changing rooms Never giving up unfinished business No Over the years she would reflect One true meaning to her life Never could live without that one inspiration Ever so careful because her life means not as much as what she inspires Knowing it is not the end Never caring but for the next show O the never ending drama of the play! Woeing silently and continuing the pointless and passionless play Seeing everything for what it is but on longer caring, just board pain Party everything that happens after every move in every day of life and down every street never too weak to conquer Words Woeful things arn't they? Over and over i hear them Reading them or hearing them Doing what they will Sounding out emotion like a thousand thoughts probably not the best i will be working more on it later. What can you say what can you say when a child ask why the sky cries what would you say to it when there are no real way they can understand what can you say when you look into the face of someone that has lost something what would you say to them when there is no way you possibably can't help it What can you say when there is nothing to say What would you say When there is nothing you should say (personalty i don't consider this one of my bests though i think that it still is one of the most memorable ones i have. )) I am I am the song in the trees I am the burdon of soul I am the sound of my heart I am no more I am not the person you want me to be so back off will you and let me speak, I am what the world turned me into I am the one who stands at the shore I am the one who liens on the wall to watch as it draws near I am the one who is no more I am no less I am no person I am a object I am the one who will always save them all I am without religoin I am without creed I am without a desire I am without a care I am Xhunter ((most of my poems like this one and a few others i have are about nature)) Sunset have you seen a sunset? tell me what you seen, was it gold or blue? do you have even a clue, did it make you think? or did you just blink, was it a good one or a bad one? or have you never seen one, ((this is a set of poems that i made for a few of the seasons)) Green Forest Growing again after a seasons sleep Rising all its greens Ever green here Ever green there No stop to the Ever Greens Filling the empty spaces Over the trees the leaves grow Right into the ever growing canipy Ending at the trees fingers Starting at the Ground and contune growing again Till the Start of gold Gold Forest Gold starts to form on the leaves On the top to the bottem Layers the canipy with new found riches Downing the last of the greens Forming over the forest like a virus Only to stop as the green is dead Resting the forest in sick riches Ending the growth of green Saying around for a little longer Till the riches starts to lessen and white starts to form Snow Forest See the white? Near the trees On the ground and on the leaves With the grey in the sky? From the sky to the ground Over the land to the sea Running for sun to the moon Ending at the start of green Staying for another day To last till spring ((i thought up a conversion between the snow and sky it was rather funny to make)) BETWEEN THE SKY AND SNOW: …how sweat my kiss is… …Cold and bitter you say… …my love may be as bitter as the cold… …or it may be as the thorn you say… …you with the sad heart… …don’t be discovered don’t you realize… …My song my be as the snow… …Like the storms of the north are say… …My passion is of the night… …You mock my words why?… …My joy is of the moon… …You talk of the stars you say?… …You say how sweat your kiss?… …For it is cold and bitter dearest one…. …You say your love my be as bitter as the cold… …For your love is not like the cold at all, It is like a thorn sharp and deadly… …You with the lonely soul… …Never be you tamed, but by me only… …you say your song is of the snow?… …Your song is like the storms of the north, Fast, swift, storm, and strong… …You say your passion is of the night?… …Yes it is of the night I agree my diamond love… …You say your joy is of the moon?… …For I am of the stars that guards the offal guardian… OK i just have to add a few of the others ones too because i'm going to update a few and the subjects were just to inspiring for me to not after reading the poems by me and a few others. sense Halloween is coming up i will add some new ones about symbols and masks over the next week. ((These are a few about emotions threw masks and harlequins, why masks and harlequins? what better to describe different emotions. notice on the old ones and some of the new that i was inspired by certain emotions, i will let you figure them out for yourself though)) OLD POEM, THE LONER OF THE SOUL: I am not what you hear of me I am not what you say I am I am what I want of me I am what I say of me I lie on my bed lone day after day I lie on the bed looking up at nothing I am not a lazy person I am not what you think of me I am not a unpatant person I could lie there for days and not get annoyed I am in my thoughts I never care for what comes up in it I am cold still inside as I watch a bug go by I am traped in the past forever I don't see a end to the past or the thoughts I am always remended of the things that past I am the loner of the soul I am the center of my thought I am what I am I am not mad at the thought I know the answer I know the truth I will not let no one try to make me think it a lie I will not let myself into the future thoughts OLD POEM, SOUL AND MIND: This morning i set and watch as the window grows brighter my legs are pulled under me and my masked chin is resting on my legs the sun starts to rise the sun throws twisted shadows on my silver twisted mask my mask wears a twisted grin even though the naked lips under it are frowning Its hollow eyes show my ice blue eyes which holds as much ice as a frozen lake as i watch the sun rise my shadow starts to leave like the blanket of time as they pass but the shadows within stay to greet another day another time another moment i start to think is it all only a play? is it even real? did someone just put strings on it so it can be drown up into that starry sky? as the sun rises i see cars as the sun shines i sense a trueth but even so i just turn over and sign let thy sun rise but leave me the night. . . OLD POEM, WE WEAR THE MASKS: We Wear the Masks We wear the Mask to school We wear the Mask to work We wear it with others We wear it at specil events Why do we wear them? only to remove them when we lie our heads down to sleep Why do we not show our faces when they, the masks, are but a clay thing that sits cold to the skin What does your mask look like? is it red, gold, blue, green, black, or white? What does your mask look like? is it got tears runing down it or a half moon smile with the large eyes that are curly? What does your mask look like? is it got blue eyes behind it or a chestnut color to it? Once i heard a famour person say "All the World's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They Have their exitsand their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts!" Do you know who i speek of? Yes. No. Maybe? When, like he said, play our parts Is it in the park Is it in the Schools Is it in the work place Yes? Is it too our stage When we close the door and go to our beds and sit down and slowly remove our masks? When we are with someone we see as the same and removing our masks is but ok and we fear nothing when we see our real faces? When we sit by the window and look out at the other Actors on the ground in the night or the day? Think of this when you think of me What do you see under your mask of half moon smile and curly eyes? Are you vile and ill tempered Are you sad and lonely Are you happy and just wear the mask for Appearance? What do you see under your mask of flowing tears and Narrowed eyes" Are you happy and can't think of a better mask to exsperce it Are you just scared or neutral to all feelings and wear it only to trick people to leave you alone Are you just tired of this world and its Actor ready for your next act to come and move on to another stage? Think of these mask when you think of me this is what i will say and what i will wear When you wear the mask of war i will say 'let the better actor prevale' and wear the mask of reason When you wear the mask of tears i will say 'do you need help with your act?' and wear the mask of understanding When you wear the mask of happyness i will say 'you need not me, for i am a searcher' and walk away to my queit place and meditate and will wear the mask of no calm when you wear the mask of consern i will say 'what is on your mined today?' and wear the mask of the tempest. now that you heard my part in this play and seen my acts on this small stage and see my many masks of trueths and lies and heard my sarcastic and lulling voice and hear my bowing steps and my stepping back off of this stage and felt my passions and buzzing tone and feel my precense on this small stage leave i will now step off and take a breathe and i will pull my mocking mask out and pull it onto my head and under its laughing mouth i will grin and look at this world and think of my preformance and will only show my eyes of insane laughter, i will take a step off and start my newest act and i will become the Harlequin of this new stage saying my practiced part "Another stage, another act" OLD POEM, MASK OR NON-EMOTION: The mask of non-emotion is my present mask I sometimes wonder why Though the answer is behind its eyes and the eyes that see threw it I wonder why sometimes I realize that the answer is not only one answer Though about the answer I know that it is like a coin Miss understood for how many sides it really has Most see it as only two but most have little groves on there sides Which brings me to my mask I search for the answer as I would search a coin And follow the possibilities of the many sides Both the horizontal and parallel Though like the answer the lies are just as many There can never be just one answer and always for one answer it is one lie too What do I mean? I mean for every truth you get a lie It can’t be removed unless you focus on only one point of view But ignoring one point of view you get two sides Truth and a lie The truth can be parallel to the lie Or it can be horizontal to it Sometimes it is both when there is more than one answer When humans search of it we find many truths from the lips of many of the same subject But we ignore the lies that come with all those truths My truth of my non-emotion mask is that its is many Experience, passion, and fears, and dreams, Though that is not the point of the poem, For the truth is too the lie and the other answers are Fear, sadness, depression Our different points of view makes my truths lies as it makes yours lies too The riddle of this poem is not that it is about only a mask But a second subject too Many things happen in twos that is why they become many Just ponder it a bit and you many see Or will you? ((i know, i know, though just tell me its not true sometimes for you. Poem, Our sins are Beautiful Over and Over Using it, enjoy it Reminding use of who we are Sins that flow like water over rocks in a stream In our minds we muse Never really thinking twice of what we say Singing them like some amusing psalm for the ears of others Around and around with no stop Running the little wheel Even when it is not needed Beautiful our sins Ever so sweat, Ever so vile Around and around Using them, enjoying them Telling them for all to hear In the end they may be found Fowled by our own devices Using them still Loving them, Cherishing them poem, The muse Telling me a story Having a good time doing nothing Enjoying our company, Enjoying the muse Musing over what he say Using nothing but time to please us and words to amuse us Sounds of laugh our voice Even to the end as the days pass if you have a suggestion make one! hope you enjoy Edited December 16, 2011 by xhunter Share this post Link to post
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Posted January 12, 2012 More (i think this will help quick spot the new ones by having it on another reply.) Poem: existence and none-existence a riddle that can't be solved and a question that can't be spoken who would find the right words? Though our question can be answered because it is the answer Existences and non-existence support each other They both create each other There meanings slip out of our minds Who can explain it? Look deep down and you might see but a little spark then it is gone and you will understand it Share this post Link to post
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