BrainKing - Klobe na mloveni (Poetry)

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Poetry

An outlet for players whose creativity extends beyond the board. Post your original works here!

The posting of song lyrics is not the purpose of this board and as such please refrain from doing so. Exceptions can be made to this rule if you are the copyrighted owner of the lyrics and the lyrics are not found offensive by the majority of the population.
This board is a place to post your original works of poetry and prose and also a place for discussion of poetry and related areas.

We have received word from Fencer that other's poetry can be posted to this board. These are the two conditions:
1) When someone posts a known copyrighted poem, he must add the author's name as well
2) If the author is not known, the poem can be posted without problems

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28. ledna 2015, 11:25:00

The Col

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O čem je toďten plk: IT'S JUST A STUPID BAND

”it’s just a stupid band.”
Yeah sure it’s ‘just a stupid band’
but you know what
that ‘stupid band’ was there when you weren’t.
that ‘stupid band’ explained how I felt through lyrics.
that ‘stupid band’ made me laugh,cry,smile and have the ability to change mood easily.
that ‘stupid band’ means more to me than most people I know.
And you know what?
That ‘stupid band’ saved my life.

30. prosenca 2009, 21:57:21

The Col

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O čem je toďten plk: by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Přetvořeny oževatelem The Col (30. prosenca 2009, 22:03:24)

MORTAL:
"The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;
Who is it knocking at my door?"

THE NEW YEAR:
"I am Good Cheer."

MORTAL:
"Your voice is strange; I know you not; in shadows dark I grope.
What seek you here?"

THE NEW YEAR:
"Friend, let me in; my name is Hope."

MORTAL:
"And mine is Failure; you but mock the life you seek to bless. Pass on."

THE NEW YEAR:
"Nay, open wide the door; I am Success."

MORTAL:
"But I am ill and spent with pain; too late has come your wealth. I cannot use it."

THE NEW YEAR:
"Listen, friend; I am Good Health."

MORTAL:
"Now, wide I fling my door. Come in, and your fair statements prove."

THE NEW YEAR:
"But you must open, too, your heart, for I am Love."