Hi everyone how are you. Just wondering if you counld stop by and review my poem. Sorry about erlier on today, I get way too agrresive sometimes. Anyway enjoy!:)

Love is but a feeling,
a feeling we must hold,
hold it on to cherrish,
when you need something bold,
to hold and to protect,
to protect the aging light
and not to be ashamed of it
or hold it out of sight,
to some love is a game,
to others its a tool,
tosome they think
tofall in love makes you a fool
and still love has yet to come and take away
this empty hole whithin my sole
as I hear the voice on the wind.
Were is she, were is she?
the voice on the wind
where is she?
To people who dont understand
why I stand and fight
the forces of darkness
while it fades the light
but what am I fighting for a soldiers whim,
or mabye a love of a woman
that gaping hole withn,
to love and to hold till death do us part
at that point i feel a dagger in my heart
when will this hole depart
and I hear the voice in the wind
were is she? where is she?
the voice in the wind
Where is she?
Oh please reveal yourself my lost true love
in any way or form even as a dove
as tears run down my cold weary face
my feet started to quicken in pace
where am I going i do not know
yet there is only one place i can go
to find my true love and corress her
warmly, kindly gentaly in my arms
OH PLEASE! OH PLEASE! OH PLEASE! TELL ME YOUR THERE!!
I Shouted in the dark and stagnant air
But no answer I heard, I felt a cold stair,
Leering out at me in the midnight air,
And I heard the voice on the wind
Where is she, Where is she?
The Voice in the wind
where is she?

Author

SquallnRinoa4eva

Please comment on this poem i wrote. It is sad, but its how I feel when its on this subject.

What is aging light?

sorry spelt it wrong. its supposed to be ageing

sorry spelt it wrong. its supposed to be ageing
The spelling was fine.

cheers man. What are your comments?

Ageing light describes how there is good in everyone, and yet there is bad in everyone too. Its important to keep hope beside you because if you loose hope, you loose everything......

actually, there are some phrase that i can't understand...

maybe because the way you spell it...

never mind, it's just that does this poem is about two people in love or involves others...

and why not you emphasis more on other aspects such as friendship, candour and sincerety...

Thats a good question. To be honest I wrote the poem on how I was feeling at the time. The sorrow, the shame, the feeling of being alone, so alone that I wanted anyone anywere to take me in their arms, comfort me and explan the things im feeling but no-one ever does. Maybe they dont understand me and they are affraid. They shouldn't be. Even though I have Foster perents I have felt alone all my life, and I tried to capture what squall was feeling when he though rinoa was dead, when the image of he space suit cracking flashed into his mind. I can understand what your saying, that friendship, love, and relationships are important. They are I agree with you on that, but this poem is about sadness, depresion, fear and pain. The way that I feel is life is love, death is pain, but stuck in time, just being there....... alone. That is the feeling I tryed to grasp.

so does the poem end like that or you have another one?...

i mean, you intend to continue it with the same aspect as the previous one or you have another idea to clarify more...

maybe more on innerly and less on physically...

The sun shone down the garden,
On to her blond hair,
her eyes were sparkiling,
like amathysts they were there,
I stood there in the halway,
a madien she was fair,
I fantasied about passionate love
with her with he fair golden hair,
With a fright I started to see,
that she had noticed me,
She started to walk over slim and perfectly.
"May I help you." she did say,
Oh Hyne, give me words I prayed,
Allas none came out.
All I did was stare,
Stare at her golden hair.
She looked at me quite odly,
and then she flashed a smile,
A smile capable of imitating,
the passion I fantasized for a while.
Then I felt the cold,
as she walked up a flight of stairs,
and in my horror a sight,
she met up with a young man,
his dark hair was shining in the light,
I thought im not going to beat him in a fight,
and yet she asked him something,
"none of your bissness" he yelled,
she just started to laugh,
he looked angry I could tell.
So she smiled like she did to me ,
I then realised those two were destained to be,
But I then realised a few years after,
After Squall found Rinoa more,
attractive to adore,
I realised she was true love
Quistis was my destiny,
Nida and her,
we're ment to be.

All I did was stair,
Stair at her golden hair.

maybe it should be like this:

All i did was stare
Stare at her golden hair
Because stair is kinda like ladder, like?...

Nadi and her,
who is Nadi?...

Oh.............. damn, spelling mistake again. Sorry.Its another spelling mistake.:( Oh well life goes on.... Oh and sorry I spelt Nida's name wrong as well Do'h!:)

okay dude, try to overcome it...

After Squall found Rinoa more,
attractive and to adore,
I realised she was true love
Quistis was my destiny,

and that means squall still with rinoa, right...

quistis was my destiny?...maybe it's fate...

but who knows...fate is unpredictable...

That is true Fate is unpridicable. It secial reasons why people meet up with each other. Love is awalys on the side of fate. Wonder who my love's gonna be.

i'm not a romantic sort of girl but i kinda like the poems

Good,:) I'm glad that quite a lot of poeple that i have met enjoy litriture. Its the best way to express your feelings about something, or someone.

i agree with that although sometimes people can get the wrong idea

dude, continue your poem...

or you want mine?...

at this moment, i have no idea...

maybe tomorrow i'll make my poem...

i think it would be good if you were to post your poem

Yea man, do it! I would like to see what goes on in your world...... and by the sound of things, your more that capable of writing poems much better than mine!:) I'd like to see it. I reckon it would be great!

haha, tomorrow guys...

it's already midnight here, and i can't concentrate...

i promise, tomorrow will be the best day in my life...really?...

ok then if thats what you think then a good day to write a poem

This is my life
Since I first existed
I have no intention
To confront alone
Sometimes I thought
That I should get myself a clone
I ain�t lonely
Just to make sure
That I won�t be on my own
Still, my life is mine
It is mine for eternity
My life is precious
Never meant to ruin
Candour and sincerity
Kindness and courtesy
As long as I breath
I receive guidance
And notice it
That the calls I got
I shall hold to them
When the story goes
No one bother to know
And when I die
That�s where the airship of my despair
Flying�with glee

sorry i'm late...i made it first in malay, then i translate it into english, so it looks a bit chaotic...i think my poem is bad...haha...

It's not bad man, I think it sweet!:) Very touching and Im glad you posted it.

It's good, I'd never post a poem on here.
It's good

How come?

So where is she?

So where is she?

what do you mean, mr denny?...

How come?

I'm just not that confident on my poetry, and I can Imagine alot of "DIE EMO FAGGOT" comments.

Nah man. You should. Anyone who says that is either not cultured or just being a prick. And remember everyone is entitled to their own oppinon in my opinon your a wonderfull author. Raelly capturing your feelings and emotions!:)

i wanna see redbat's poem...

i can't wait to see it...

Ekinserge, what inspired you to write that poem? There must of been a powerfull reason coz so much feeling(Ithink) went into that.

Nah man. You should. Anyone who says that is either not cultured or just being a prick. And remember everyone is entitled to their own oppinon in my opinon your a wonderfull author. Raelly capturing your feelings and emotions!:)

And this coming from the person who sent this PM to Prak? (Thread 28217).

Bullshit.

whatever mr denny...

squallnrinoa4eva, do you think that my poem is good?...

i just wrote it after i played RE4 pro mode today...

maybe i inspired by that game...

Whatever man, me and prak are nutral now and I am not gonna do anything like that again, its just foolish. I understand that now.

Cool, RE4 KICKS ASS DUDE!

Ofcourse your poems good. Anyone who can display their emotions through words deserves to be congratulated and not crushed for it!:)

haha...

but dude, just make sure you don't do that stupid thing again...

if you're insulted by other people, just be cool...

and people will respected you all the way...

and i wonder, when will redbat make his poem...

and another one dude, don't make double or triple post...

just use the edit button if you wish to add something...

For some reason I dont think he will.

maybe redbat is gaining some idea on it...

don't be sad...

not all people hates you because of what you did...

you have already apologize, so what's the big deal anyway...

so, keep continuing with your next poem (if you have an idea)...

I'm not going to put a poem on here.
The only one I'm willing to put on here is too short, and my other ones are very painful to talk about.

short or not, it's not important...

it'll be great if you share it with us...

My Own Black Hole

I sometimes wish I had my own black hole,
To swear to cruse in my own black hole,
But yesterday made me realize,
It doesnt bring me further to my goal,
I need to aplolgise I have been a fool I know,
And Im sorry if I hurt anyone though.
Idont understand the way it works,
the way these feelings grow,
But I wrote this short poem for you to know,
How sorry I feel to my so called foe,
I realise that you are not, I left it to rot,
So maby we could start again some way.
Mabye not today but could we atleast try to start,
And im begging from my heart,
Please let me be your friend to stay.

you're truthful
even if you have to
bother to care
bother to share
let it be
friends or foes
forgiveness is what that mean
mind to feel
mind to see
for everything
that should be

The truth you speek so loud and clear,
Although it maybe hard to hear,
The fear I felt has now gone,
I accept diablo with open arms,
And untill my friend he feels the same way,
I shall wait hope and pray.
For the understanding, is hear to stay,
You helped me to open my eyes and show me the way,
Thank you my friends ekinserge, Redbat and even YR too, I wont let you down,
Ill come running without a frown,
For friends are here so they never drown,
In thier tears of sorrow, or fears of tomorrow.

Just thought you guys might wanna see the lyrics my leed singer came up with in our band.
(Could you give some feedback please, I think its way too harsh to be honest.)

Its Called "The March of the lizard men." (Based on the lizard men from le monde in vagarant story.)
(Its kind of like a poem aswell, Although its dark depressing and blood thirsty.)

Their time is near,
They are doomed to die,
We shall rip thier banner down,
and hold ours high,
The poeple from the light,
we cast fear in thier eyes,
The war shall start after our battle cry's,
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GODS!!

Today we destroy evey human soul,
Then the war will turn on our own,
We will smile when the humans moan,
And laugh histericly at the breaking of bones,

The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!!!

Burn Their houses,
Burn their crops,
Burn their lands,
Burn their livestock,
Burn their slaves,
Burn their lives,
This is every last humans demise!

Today we destroy evey human soul,
Then the war will turn on our own,
We will smile when the humans moan,
And laugh histericly at the breaking of bones,


The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!
The March Of The Lizard Men!!!

Their time is near,
They are doomed to die,
We shall rip thier banner down,
and hold ours high,
The poeple from the light,
we cast fear in thier eyes,
The war shall start after our battle cry's.

The End. ( Bearing in mind its written for a death metal song, similar to slipknot- spit it out.)
(Because Im just as good as joey from slipknot)

It's adequate for metal music, but, it's nothing special to me (the lyric)... I see nothing hooking me into actually giving a rat's ass about what is being said...

My neverending sorrow.

The neverending sorrow which I have to bare,
My curse, my wish, my will to care,
Always seems to catch me down,
Everything I do makes me frown,
But appart from when your there,
When your here I never dispare,
Then you go and im back in the cold,
Left to wither, and grow old,
Not a soul seems to care,
About how well I fair,
Then you return and I jump with joy,
A friendship that feels like the real thing,
You take me under your wing,
For this woman makes me sing,
About each and every little thing,
But allas, she is so far away,
I try to run but my feet stray,
I end up in the cold again to wither away,
Yes I have found my soul,
And got rid of that black hole,
But in my heart a new hole will start,
For my true love to fill,
Now im feeling ill,
I want to lay down and die,
For I realise I start to cry,
Thats the end of my life,
My soul leaves with strife,
Wiped and used again,
The cycle of life that neverends,
This is the story of my way,
Allas I dont wish to stay,
Alone anymore,
I want the one there to hold and to adore,
Why does it have to be this way,
My mind did say,
Do not fret,
I'll place a bet,
That youll find that woman one day.

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i like how most of the poems seem to rhyme

I am squall so damn long name. I am its "zombie" If you wish to say that. Im back and im here to stay. If people dont like it then learn to live with it. Coz Im going nowere

wondering that guy
soothing my mind
troubles went
overcome with
sometimes joy
leave tears behind
still echoed
never forgotten

Thats cool mate. You should write another one. What made you think of it?

i have no clue
still thinking
keep memorizing
the answer to that
always confusing
without doubt it be
without hope to see
conclusion rise
explanation reveal
but...for what?

Ah, I see what you mean,
But like I said before,
My name was left on the floor,
To kick and to screen untill I heard it no more,
The memories I cannot bare,
Maybe I shouldn't of shared,
The things I know with other people,
It hurts thier feelings,
Maybe I will hand in,
This form of mine,
And say to the person that I resign,
and then retun to the earth,
Because i'll be of no worth,
I cant help myself, I cant help you,
I am a fool realising the tool,
In this battle for sanity remains,
Im the one to deal with,
the sorrow, the pain.

Yea, I like the other poems too. Those lyrics kick ass aswell. Who is SquallnRinoa4eva havent spoken to he/she?
You!
Idiot!
You!
Remeber!
It's you!

Wha?????????????? What you on about?

Wha?????????????? What you on about?


Don't worry.

Wha?????????????? What you on about?

we aren't stupid your profile is practically the same

Whatever.............. Ok I am, not interested any more. Fuck it. I am.

i knew it

Im sorry. Im sorry I lied to you, im sorry that I didnt tell you the truth. Im sorry that I lead people to think that I was another person. Im sorry to everyone. Only three people knew who I was and in the end it was me that gave it away. You right redbat. I am an idiot,but im a fool and a fucking retard I should of told people, everyone.

you're no idiot
idle not be
just seek the truth
till you find it for real
deep down your heart
you know and you feel
truthful you are
rise in sincerity

A poem for most replys.
This stuff is hurting my eyes.
NORMAL posts would be appreciated.
*sits in a corner and cries*

A poem for most replys.
This stuff is hurting my eyes.
NORMAL posts would be appreciated.
*sits in a corner and cries*

is this a poem too?...

is this a poem too?...
Yup.
I was just pointing out how unnecessary it is.
Just because it's in a poetry section doesn't mean that everything has to be a poem.
I usually don't mind, but I'm getting kinda pissed at it.

Fair enough, but it called creative litrature. To be able to express to people in the way others want to to feel the discriptions of sorrow, understanding, Knowladge. Poems are a form of communication. So its cool ekinserge go for it.

cool i love terrible poetry can you write some more thanks

Ha ha........... nice one, pat. How about this?

If you can prove that you can write poems better than me, I will except that fact with glee. well?

cool i love terrible poetry can you write some more thanks

cool you are
disclose what you are
for those terrible one
know nothing at all
think you can write one
ain't give it a try
for one purpose
shall continue?...bring it dude...

how about that?...