More free verse or whatever you call this type of poetry. :)
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there she
is
the
epitome
of
beauty
yet
she
doesn't
know it
'i look like a
skeleton'
she
says
sad face
sad eyes
sad smile
and
me
just a
child
smiles
and says,
'no
you don't
you're
pretty'
and this
memory
i know to be
real
and others not
sure
but this is
Out on the battlefield
Fighting endlessly on,
With a courageous spirit
He is sure to be found.
A man full of chivalry
Kindness, and valor,
Who would give up his life for you
If it be in his power.
He knoweth not how much he's admired,
By one of the ladies who has deemed him her sire.
She sees in him a generous and honorable hero,
But she fears that her dreams will never come true.
And yet, she continues to hope and to pray,
That her dreams will be fulfilled someday.
Hi Guys! :)
Okay, here's another 9-page chapter. YAY! haha...
Thanks for waiting a couple weeks while I posted poems. :) I wish there wasn't a post limit on AP but it's probably best that there is...seeing as I would be posting several things a day. LOL!
-Homey ;)
P.S. Enjoy!! Thoughts?
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It’s kind of strange
when I think about it.
It’s kind of strange that
I can hardly see your face
that I can never hear your
voice
only your whisper.
You smell like lavender, winter lakes
mist and
white empty rooms.
You’re as real as me,
and just as human when
you try
to remember
what happened
before we danced.
This is the first sci-fi story I've written that has a clearly defined goal... which, in this case, is pure survival.. :D Hope y'all enjoy it.
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He yanked quickly back on the control stick, pulling the sleek craft into a tight loop. A plasma bolt exploded into a blue-tinged fireball where he had been only moments earlier.
Captain Lofton breathed a quick prayer of thanks before spinning his craft into a tight Immelman loop.
Turn right off the highway
and onto the dirt road, then
take the first left.
Down the dusty hill and left again.
Keep going. Just before the next hill
there's another road. Take it.
Your life moves on like
this winding road.
Past the sagging house
with the empty windows and on to
The next house, just across the
irrigation canal
where poplar trees brace
against the wind
and sunflowers grow in the corn.
Millie sped up the staircase with the full intention of returning to the ballroom. She didn't know why she was running, in fact, she was starting to wish that she hadn't. The idea that had once seemed the proper course of action suddenly appeared silly and ridiculous.
Just as she reached the top, however, a voice from behind stopped her dead in her tracks.
'Miss Taverner!'
Doctor Rawlings. She turned to face him- he was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking earnestly up at her.
I adore poetry, But I don't even pretend to be good at writing it! But anyway here's a lil' diddy! I'd appreciate any feedback!
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Eyes.
When you look in my eyes,
Can you tell that I cry?
Do you see all of lifes' pain,
Fall off me like it's rain.
Do you wonder if I smile,
as without you a I walk another mile.
Do your eyes betray you?
The way I know that mine do...
Chapter Three
1. And she did leave for the ball.
2. And when she did enter, she was astounded greatly. And, lo, the prince was dismissing many a young princess.
3. And as she did enter, Solomon was also astounded. And walked up to her, and dIanced with her.
4. But as he was about to marry her, lo, the clock struck twelve.
5. And she did run, and tripped down a step. And lost an glass slipper,
6. And she ran to her carriage, and did get in, but all was gone, in the twinkling of an eye.