Muse
running, art, taking part,
nature, sea, poetry
travel, sky, flying high,
veggie food, being rude
ok the last line was a bit poor but passion only seems to rhyme with fashion and that most definitely isn't a muse to me.
Muse
running, art, taking part,
nature, sea, poetry
travel, sky, flying high,
veggie food, being rude
ok the last line was a bit poor but passion only seems to rhyme with fashion and that most definitely isn't a muse to me.
This is great...you were writing this whilst I wrote my last effort...ha ha, it is a far superior effort.Originally Posted by TurboTom
Well im not good at this poetry lark
One of those things I keep in the dark
But what is fell running to me?
Hours of glee
Trampling through mud
In the case of some races, covered in blood
stumbling up the hill
just for the thrill
then whizzing back down
never a frown
over the finish line back to the pub
where i tuck into some fine countryside grub
Oh i hate to train
In the rain
It runs over in my brain
oh what a bloody pain
then the cloud and mist clears
and reveals sights that stay with you for years
lots i can remember
all year from january through to december
the snowdonia peaks all rocky and jagged
the yorkshire dales all garssy and rugged
so thats about it
oh by the way im the number one forum twit
World full of Poets.
I love this world full of words and rhyme,
Unbelievable verse spills from everyone around,
Don't let anyone say stop writing don't waste your time,
When i read your works i float upon high off the ground.
Words are for all they are the language of love,
You can show everyone your life and open your heart,
Your muse gives inspiration like the lord up above,
I must tell you all don't be afraid to start. Write !
By Matt Harmston.
Oh yeah Brett
im not even 17 yet
Change my age back soon
im not 36 ou buffoon
The night is drawing to a close and my eyes are leadening...I feel the need for an old chinese poem...good night friends one and all, present and absent.....
Secret parting
Po Chu I
There can be no tears
For a secret farewell;
There can be no converse
For a hidden love.
Besides our two hearts no man can know it;
Locked deep in its cage by night the lonely bird rests.
The keen sword in Spring sunders the twining branches;
The water of the river, though muddy, may yet become clear;
The head of the crow, though black, may yet become white.
But for a secret farewell and for a hidden love,
The two must be content to hope for naught to come.
Last edited by freckle; 03-12-2009 at 12:53 AM.
how utterly lovely....
Beautiful Poem Freckle.
lovely !Muse
running, art, taking part,
nature, sea, poetry
travel, sky, flying high,
veggie food, being rude
ok the last line was a bit poor but passion only seems to rhyme with fashion and that most definitely isn't a muse to me.
thanks tri na night and keep up the inspired works
Oh Freckle, this is really beautiful and a perfect way to round off the night for me too. Goodnight. Sleep well.xThe night is drawing to a close and my eyes are leadening...I feel the need for an old chinese poem...good night friends one and all, present and absent.....
Secret parting
Po Chu I
There can be no tears
For a secret farewell;
There can be no converse
For a hidden love.
Besides our two hearts no man can know it;
Locked deep in its cage by night the lonely bird rests.
The keen sword in Spring sunders the twining branches;
The water of the river, though muddy, may yet become clear;
The head of the crow, though black, may yet become white.
But for a secret farewell and for a hidden love,
The two must be content to hope for naught to come.
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