[glow=green]One day I left my house, To realize I had no spouse, And yet I see no sorrow, Until I wake tomorrow
I wake today to stay in the fray, Yet all is gone, and I can't stay, I see the sun, and all the fun, But they are far and are like puns
Could it be, my cursed knee? Could it be, my Camry? I have seen no happy face, In this darn, cursed place
I stand on Death's door, And pain torments me no more, I open it a creak, and I hear Him speak
"What have ye, to bother me?" "I say nothing for fear of thee" "Why do you fear me, if I have not yet come?" "Because I fear that I am numb"
He lets me in, without regret, And treats me like I would my own pet, Death's door, Death's door, Could it be I see no more?[/glow] :cheers:
Haha. Nice poem. IM not a poet but you should start making a book about these...
[In a critic vioce] good. good. [/critic vioce]
Just to tell ya, this is only beginning. Mwuahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!
How long is it then?
Fine, u want more? Here it is:
Glory stands within my feet, I go to the crossroads and so we meet, Though happiness flows beyond the sun, What would become of my portion?
Ahh, yes, a wizard's might you have, many will give much to grab, the might that withholds within your arms, That keeps many looking for a challenge on and on
And so ends Death's meeting with, a wizards might, and mighty gift, Onward, goes the young mage, on, And to the village of Carmon
Wow...that's pretty good! :thumbsup: is there more?
Yeah. Give us more! You should publish your works on a site.
It's not really... all that good.
It sounds too angsty and the rhymes are kind of cheap, I mean... fun and sun, face and place?
I know, I'm not the best poet, but I'm just being a critic. =\