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Post by xpurestxfeelingx on Apr 22, 2004 18:34:09 GMT -5
Ok, for this challenge, you must write a poem inspired by the following scene: (artwork by J.G.)
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Post by calamityroo on Apr 24, 2004 19:23:29 GMT -5
The starlight glistens in the sky And fireflies light the way To the heavenly porch Where we can sit and talk The moon is half And the flowers are in full bloom Im happy sitting here Just talking with you There is a sparkling stone in the roof You reach up and take it from me Now you leave me In your fairy form And I will follow you In my own form That you once loved
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Post by deranged85 on May 2, 2004 18:39:35 GMT -5
take me away deep into the night where none can reach us. take me away to a place where dreams form beneath a silver sliver of moon beneath the stars that leave the sky to dance in feilds of dew. take me away to the homes of the ancienct gods- more ancient than zues and aphrodite- where olympus is not known. take me away to a time when i still knew your smile and love existed- when we would fall asleep to the sound of lavendar hills standing firm against the wind. take me away deep into the night.
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Post by Lina Inverse on May 2, 2004 18:53:12 GMT -5
Gathering of Stars
moon-blue skies and stars descending to the still green earth: a secret gathering deep crescent moon commands them from the heavens hie, hie into thy magic circle spin, spin dazzle the night with thy incantation
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Post by eberkain on May 6, 2004 9:49:08 GMT -5
You have will, You are will, You make zenith thoughts and crush our will.
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Post by misty on Aug 5, 2005 10:19:59 GMT -5
The symphony she hears is that of his heart, 'what a perfect moment to live,' she thought... the moon can't beat the brightness of his eyes and the sea can't win over his wildest side. He plays her hair as if he painted a masterpiece no Da Vinci could top and certainly no Picasso could mess up. "Magnificat", he said at loud, "is that musical piece Bach wrote," 'that's the way i see her,' he thought... sensual in her esence, beauty in her trait, winds as they touch her cannot help but shake. 'How can agony be so bittersweet?' They both meet the thought... the melody now is a distant one, as rain from the sky screams back at a rising sun. This is how it must be, they conclude... this love that deliciously pours throughout, also drowns us whole inside and out. As violins and cellos stop the sky aswell slumbers... as each of all its stars just drop.
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Post by MirrorImage || egamIrorriM on Aug 8, 2005 16:54:18 GMT -5
worship amongst the faerie dust let starlight be your guide give in to all feelings of purest lust temptations you are not meant to hide
a perfectly broken moon perfectly lights the way the perfect woman beside you swoons, the perfect world begins to sway
faerie rings of unborn light, pregnant with child of strange, let not be seen this horrendous blight give your emotions free range
a symbol, a sign from our one and only god i have to tell you every time lord is just our believed in fraud.
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Apr 5, 2006 2:42:17 GMT -5
The pic reminds me a little of Shakespeare... my inspiration for this peice.
O Night Skye
Sweet tasting orb, Will your memory be so stong When you have ceased your dance? The sun must rise, Will you flee?
The cresent has a strong will -Steel? -Or diamond? Diamond, Like you, Sweet tasting orb You are the diamond of the night sky.
You dance on the thin whisps of air, Dance on your stage I am your eagar audience Shall you give me a taste? Or only allow me to watch?
Suffering the destruction I have reeked On the land it looks upon, The cresent remains loving.
Sweet tasting orb, You took my hand Led me through the moist path Damp with the night Past a feild of strong smelling flowers Awakening my senses Dulling my mind With delirium.
You showed my eyes towards your home Sirius, Spica and Vega Betelgeuse, Polaris, and Rigel Watching us Our eagar audience.
Are you to invite me in...?
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Post by Time_Spinner on Aug 12, 2006 12:04:30 GMT -5
Dancing whispers in the night of violet and crystal imagery moonlit passions fill the air and dreams become unfreed.
A sanctuary of naught non-existent, but true a final place of eternal rest purest orb wrought blue.
Gentle kisses of faerie hue singing in sparkling gain a gale of flowered wishes alas, my search in vain.
To find the wonders of the night that twirl among the spirits through swept away onto lunar horizons the mountains mourning true.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Sept 6, 2006 21:12:45 GMT -5
i forgot to say this last time, but that picture is beautiful...
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Mar 7, 2008 21:20:17 GMT -5
Welcome to my Temple, My silent place, Of peace and tranquility, Bound up in this dark space...
Twilight sky Painted with My magic brush On a canvas With such a loving touch...
When i close my eyes And Dream When i dare Drowned out the screams I find myself Right here Basking in cool Moonbeams...
Do not attempt to wake me Leave me as i am, Wrapped in childish delusions, And free from all sin...
---Just a quick write hope you enjoy.
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Post by acronymph on Mar 9, 2008 17:43:19 GMT -5
stardust rests like dew on grass and giant mountains snore.
we are all asleep when the flowers can be astronomers ...
under slivers of moon, we swoon and awake to the world of dreams where everything is finally as it seems.
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Post by MissUnderstood on Mar 25, 2008 15:53:09 GMT -5
She whispers to the god of night her secrets are spilled into the night the iris eye sets beauty to her scattered thorns holding the sunlight beneath her beaten breath morning dews the brisk night the folding moon caves her shuttered will and the secrets kept are the secrets torn
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Post by 2standalone on Mar 25, 2008 23:02:14 GMT -5
Not perfect.. I just wrote what I felt.. ~~~~~
Beauty My only word A fallen tear upon this place Would be sin Would be disgrace Of all the death and torment Pain and sorrow This world will see tomorrow I would sacrifice all to keep this from hell
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Post by Sedative on May 26, 2008 8:35:52 GMT -5
Twilight
He sleeps high upon her whispery tombs Of golden lace and sweetest perfumes A peace of mind where spirit never leaves In a tapestry of night and sapphire he yearns For the Star Goddess who sojourned there In the moonlight watchtower, the palace of the seer Of the feathery mourning doves, who listen to us dream Fairies who oft play with the flickering lamps wishing And confuse a mere mortal with their quivering dances His song of golden angels in a mysterious romance Where forwards becomes backwards The twilight of the soul and the secret of home So that when I look into the past, I remember I am not alone
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