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 PoetryAn 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 Du har ikke rettigheder til at skrive meddelelser til dette bord, Mindste medlemsskabsniveau nødvendigt for at skrive til dette bord er BrainBonde. Tilstand: Alle kan skrive
21. August 2003, 18:09:45 Emne: Romance Romance, who loves to nod and sing.
With drowsy head and folded wing. Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been_ a most familiar bird_ Taught me my alphabet to say_ To lisp my very earliest word While in the wildwood I did lie A child_with a most knowing eye. To be cont....... 21. August 2003, 18:11:21 Emne: Re: Romance  Wow Wanda, that is so cool. 21. August 2003, 18:18:38 Emne: Re: Romance Told you Wanda was the best. :o) 21. August 2003, 18:21:04 Emne: Re: Romance Wow, that was wonderful Wanda :) 21. August 2003, 18:22:22 Emne: Re: Romance Succeeding years, too wild for song,
Then roll'd like tropic storms along, Where, tho'the garish lights that fly Dying along the troubled sky, Lay bare, tho'vistas thunder-riven, The blackness of the general Heaven, That very blackness yet doth fling Light on the lightning's silver wing. To be cont..... 21. August 2003, 18:35:53 Emne: Re: Romance For, being an idle boy lang syne,
Who read Anacreon, and drank wine, I early found Aneacreon rhymes Were almost passionate sometimes_ And by strange alchemy of brain His pleasures always turn'd to pain_ His naivete to wild desire_ His wit to love_his wine to fire_ And so, being young and dipt in folly I fell in love with MELANCHOLY, And used to throw my earthly rest And quiet all away in jest_ :o) To be cont...... |
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